Insolent boy...basking in your glory...

[ivybracegirdle]

I want to get out of Bree. I want to get Iorhael out of Bree, and Primula. I'm scared of what Smeagol will do. I know he's looking for us. Primula was so mad when she found me. Apparently Smeagol beat Iorhael up pretty bad...she saw it. Well, at least she saw him slap him. Now, Iorhael is somewhere out there, on the streets. Alone with a broken arm

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[primula_bb]

*reaches for her hand, looking up at the darkening sky* It's alright, Ivy. We'll find him. He's wearing bright yellow, after all. And Smeagol won't come looking for us. He's too much of a coward to actually do anything. He's terrified of Iorhael, in all reality. We needn't worry.

[ivybracegirdle]

He's terrified of Iorhael because of what Iorhael was. He's not that now, and he's not with us. He could sneak up behind and strangle us....he could tell Chaos where Iorhael is. There's a lot he could do. Too much.

[primula_bb]

I'm not going to pretend to understand any of that...Realm. It's too much for me. I don't want to believe any of it. I would prefere to believe Smeagol is afraid of Iorhael for the same reason I am. It's what I feel in my gut, it's how fast he grew, how he was born...he's not a natural creature, and I feel just terrible for being so afraid of him. He's my son, I love him but...

[ivybracegirdle]

He's not natural. You said it yourself. *sighs and looks around in the darkness with wide eyes, thinking she hears footsteps behind them* ....Do you hear that?

[frodofigment]

*cries out and grabs his temples at the 'sound'*

Ivy...*unfolds himself from the niche he had been sleeping in and slips into the street*

[ivybracegirdle]

*pulls Primula along as she starts to run, listening and choking on her own saliva as she hears the hoof beats come after them* Go! Go! Go! Run!

[tgchaos]

*barrels down the alley after the hobbits, heaving and snorting, the rider with blade outstretched*

[guestpuppet]

*the tall elf opens a door as they pass, and calls to them, hardly above a whisper yet clear as a bell* In here, little halflings! Be quick!

[ivybracegirdle]

*darts into the doorway, pulling Pim after her and (ripping the door out of the elf's hand) slams the door, stretching up in an attempt to lock it* Hurry! Hurry! Hurry!

[primula_bb]

*backs away from the door* You have no idea what you just got yourself into...

[ivybracegirdle]

*looks at the elf* Thank you...let's get away from the windows.

[tgchaos]

*the pony stops in front of the doorway, chomping its bit. The rider looks around himself with some hesitation before sheathing his sword. They were inside now, away from where he could easily access them*

::Good job:: *the pony growled in the rider's mind, it's slight frame quivering and transforming itself into a much larger animal of at least 18 hands. The hobbit sized rider grasped onto the shifting reigns in an attempt not to fall from the animal's back*

[trahald]

Yeah? And what would you have done, ssssir? *growls back, finally allowing himself to fall gracelessly from the horse. Looks back up at it, full of bitterness* You are assss ressssponsssible for their esssscape asss me.

[tgchaos]

::Be quiet, traitor. They're not as important as the other. I leave them to you. I only want Balance...I want him here, now. You promised me him, and is he here? No.::

*rolls it's eyes and shifts again*

[trahald]

*sneers* I told you he escaped. What are you going to do with that body? Cry at him?