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[frodofigment]

*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!

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[trahald]

Iorhael! Iorhael, what are you doing out here?

[frodofigment]

*like a scared little animal, takes flight at the sound of someone shouting so near. Runs blindly in front of a horse and cart*

[trahald]

No!

*runs out, snarling at the cart driver, dropping to his knees beside the fallen hobbit* I can't fix you....you, of all....I can't...

[frodofigment]

*looks up at him* Smeagol, I'm alright. Just stunned.

[primula_bb]

*strides to Smeagol* You. Disgust. Me. *spats on his feet* Just...just look what you did to my son. Look what you've done to me, and that poor girl. You've ruined us all and for the sake of your delusions. Now he's out there, hurt and alone, probably more confused than he ever could be. *sighs and starts to walk away from Smeagol* I don't want to see you again, Smeagol. And I don't want you near my son.

[trahald]

*stares dumbly after the hobbits that have fled him, not believing what has just happened.*

That....girl....*growls, clenching his fist* You can't do this to Smeagol, no. Not after all he's done for you. Delusions! Ha! *looks at his hands, realizing his nails are biting into his skin. Turns and goes back into the Inn* You'll pay for this, hobbits. Yess, yess you will.