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Post by Filfos Folly on Aug 28, 2012 14:59:14 GMT -5
It was a day some while ago, when I was hunting in the wilds of the lands belonging to those cute little creatures known as "hobbits" - and I had been told by my trainer of hunters to become more agile by shooting things. Specifically slugs would do it, said he, because they are surprisingly agile themselves.
So, there I was, carefully laying down trap after trap and shooting slug after slug - nasty business, but my folk have seen much more despicable creatures over time of course - and out of nowhere came one of the "hobbits." (I did not know they could do that, although I do have a little friend Polvo who has a bit of that talent as well). HE was killing the things as well, often right before I could - and yet, he kept shaking his little fists at me and cursing at me to "get off his lawn"!
I am not sure exactly what the proper response to that would be, to this day. No elf would be so discourteous. But the younger races are strange to us, so I hunted over on my side of the bogs, and little Filfo on his - till he met an untimely demise at the "hands" of one of the slug-beasts. I tried even to save the poor thing, but he swore at me whenever I came near!
An odd day.
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Post by Thellraen on Aug 28, 2012 16:36:11 GMT -5
[note: this is from Vaelwing]
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