In the early days of Middle TWH, even before Terikel can remember, a set of banhammers were cast. He who controlled the banhammers controlled Middle TWH. 6 were cast for the Cherubs, young, impetuous and hot headed, who treasured their battle prowess. 4 were cast for the Angels, the wise and all-knowing, prizing wisdom over all else. 3 were cast for the Seraphs, powerful and wise, who desire power above all. But, one more was cast in secret, the most powerful; forged in the fires of Mount Doom by the Dark Lord Sauron . This hammer controlled all others, one Banhammer to rule all Banhammers, one Banhammer to seek all Banhammers.
Terikel the Grey rode down the road to the residence of an old friend, who was reaching his 111th birthday. Gaius Colinius had known the wizard since before any of the Hobbits could remember, not even the Sackville Coliniuses, who kept tabs on Gaius, waiting for him to slip up, so they could inheirit his vast riches. A group of young hobbits ran up to the moving cart, and shouted “Greyhair! Fireworks! Fireworks!” The Old One set one of his arcane devices from the Orient off, to the cheer of the children, but the disdainful look of their parents, as hobbits are simple creatures who distrust outsiders. He could smell the flowers, and the fields were filled with hobbits tilling the fertile earth, and children playing in the fields, the woods and the streams as he rode to Hobbiton, in The Shire.
Gaius sat in his study, pouring over maps and lore of old, quill and scroll in hand, when there was a knock at the door.
“Edorix! The door!” he sat, continuing his writing.
The door knocked again “EDORIX! What is the matter with that boy?”
Edorix sat under a tree, reading Halfling myths and lore, attempting to reconstruct the lost tongue of Proto-Hobbitish. He was where he loved to be, surrounded by nature, as he heard the flow of the stream, and the whistle of the birds, it would appear the Shire never changed, and would never change. He heard the approach of the wizard, and ran up to greet him
“You’re late” as the Halfling ran up to the cart, it stopped.
“A seraph is never late, Edorix Wirocu” the wizard pointed out “but he is never early, he arrives precisely when he means to”
They both began to smile, and then laugh. The hobbit leapt into Gandalf’s cart for the ride to Gaius’ home. “Terikel, I think Gaius is up to something, he spends all his time in his study, when he thinks I’m not looking, he’s up to something.”
But I won't go to England due to the prescence of scruffy in shottingham. - Scenter102
This is Scruff we are talking about. I can't think of anything I don't see Scruff doing just for the hell of it. - Agrippa 271
The cake was made by Scruffy and it was... a rude shape. - Liam
monkey in a suit on a cycle - Scenter102 describing Scruffy
Terikel the Grey rode down the road to the residence of an old friend, who was reaching his 111th birthday. Gaius Colinius had known the wizard since before any of the Hobbits could remember, not even the Sackville Coliniuses, who kept tabs on Gaius, waiting for him to slip up, so they could inheirit his vast riches. A group of young hobbits ran up to the moving cart, and shouted “Greyhair! Fireworks! Fireworks!” The Old One set one of his arcane devices from the Orient off, to the cheer of the children, but the disdainful look of their parents, as hobbits are simple creatures who distrust outsiders. He could smell the flowers, and the fields were filled with hobbits tilling the fertile earth, and children playing in the fields, the woods and the streams as he rode to Hobbiton, in The Shire.
Gaius sat in his study, pouring over maps and lore of old, quill and scroll in hand, when there was a knock at the door.
“Edorix! The door!” he sat, continuing his writing.
The door knocked again “EDORIX! What is the matter with that boy?”
Edorix sat under a tree, reading Halfling myths and lore, attempting to reconstruct the lost tongue of Proto-Hobbitish. He was where he loved to be, surrounded by nature, as he heard the flow of the stream, and the whistle of the birds, it would appear the Shire never changed, and would never change. He heard the approach of the wizard, and ran up to greet him
“You’re late” as the Halfling ran up to the cart, it stopped.
“A seraph is never late, Edorix Wirocu” the wizard pointed out “but he is never early, he arrives precisely when he means to”
They both began to smile, and then laugh. The hobbit leapt into Gandalf’s cart for the ride to Gaius’ home. “Terikel, I think Gaius is up to something, he spends all his time in his study, when he thinks I’m not looking, he’s up to something.”
This is Scruff we are talking about. I can't think of anything I don't see Scruff doing just for the hell of it. - Agrippa 271
The cake was made by Scruffy and it was... a rude shape. - Liam
monkey in a suit on a cycle - Scenter102 describing Scruffy