*peeks out of the room*

Mmk.. now for a calm, I'm freaking out, collected I hope I don't jump if I see anyone walk to the kitchen.

Yep... nice and easy...*creeps along the hall*

Well, I was saved from my stupid perilous adventuring by the fact that I fell into a pond. Interupting attempted out door shagging the snuggeling of a pair of gentlehobbits.

Taking pity pity on me, they decided to take me home.

I'm still wet, but wrapped in a towel... waiting for spare clothes. I feel like a drownded rat. *nods*

I have sucessfully survived a fall from a reasonably safe perilous height. Brushing myself off in triumph of this miraculous survival... I tripped and twisted my ankle.

I am an image of grace.

I'm miserable and hungry, and I think there's a tear in my breeches but on the back of my leg so I can't see it without dropping 'em. I don't trust this ( Read more... )

I am sick and tired of being a faceless runt among the masses of hobbits clumped to a Brandybuck name. All I know for sure is I'm a Bracegirdle who is supposedly fathered by a Brandybuck ( Read more... )