Bingo and I had a hard, but much needed talk, until the subject of my mother was raised. I lost my ability to control my emotions and left... I, myself, am astounded that it took me so long to figure out that my loved ones in the Realm were killed. I truly am a self-absorbed sot. *sighs as he rights it down* Perhaps I should purchase a black board ( Read more... )

Bingo already wrote back. That was fast... I was expecting to have more time to get adjusted to this place again. Oh, well... I'm utterly terrified and nervous, but this is a good thing. The sooner I am able to talk to him the better ( Read more... )

The purchase of the smial has been successful and everything is in order. Halfast has offered to take my letter with him since his next stop is Bingo's. I do not want to keep him waiting too long, so I will move my things in after I write the letter. I do wish I had tea to offer him, but alas I do not.

Well... on to the letter.

( To: Bingo Bolger-Baggins )

Returning to Hobbiton has been a rather anxious ordeal for me. When I first revisited this land, I was a bit single-horned minded in what I intended to accomplish. I admit that I played a bit of a thief before I returned to the Realm. Upon my return I took to some gardening which seemed to be greatly appreciated by some of my fellows. Often times I ( Read more... )

//story form--written this way to spare italics//The unicorn pinned its ears as its first steps into the world were greeted with freezing cold nearly up to his knees. He looked down at the cold, white snow that he was now standing in, then over his shoulder where he had come from. A moment before he would have seen a drastic change, from the ocean ( Read more... )

*stirs and starts to come to his senses. Blinks, looking around the room at the Inn, finally focusing on Gandalf*

....Where am I?

*peeks out of the darkness at the beast hulking and trumpeting so nearby he can smell the salt and musk of its skin. Watching the animal change and shift had made him feel so...so peculiar. Something was so familiar about it he found himself walking towards the beast, holding his broken arm in place with his other hand ( Read more... )

*stumbles out of one of the back alley ways, and startles again, utterly confused at his surroundings. Looks around in wild-eyed fear as he is passed by Big People and horses*

What...what...*presses himself against the wall* Ivy...Ivy...mother!

Smeagol and Primula have been determined to keep me in Bree. Ivy, however, is not the most constant presence in my life. I enjoy her company, but she has this peculiar habit of vanishing at random. She says it is because she is weak and needs to return home to gather her strength. It's all very peculiar, and Smeagol gets especially angry when she ( Read more... )

*wakes in the middle of the night, sitting up in bed to look around the strange room. It wasn’t familiar in the least; then again nothing seemed to be familiar. He felt a certain sense of being lost anywhere he went. Nothing was as it should be. How could anything be how it should be when he couldn’t remember the way things should be? Grown, and he ( Read more... )