A Halfling Adventure

[dannyalexandar11764 11]

"A'hm no' gonna lie to yer George, te'h food 's scarce. A'hm gettin' mor' from te'h Elves!" Isengar said.

"No ye ain't! Ye'll be eaten by orc's" George argued he took a step closer to Isengar "Com' 'n ge' back e're" George said smiling.

 

"George ah'll be gon' a'h couple 'f days" Isengar said chuckling "Nothin' ter worre'h 'bout"

George scratched his chin with his index finger and blinked twice thinking "Wel' a'hm comin' wit yer" he said.

"Foine meet me'h e're 'n foive" Isengar sighed. He collapsed to his knees and crossed his legs waiting for George. 

About 15 minutes later George came back with a rucksack too big and heavy for him he seemed to be stumbling as he walked. 

"Feckin' Chroist what yer go' 'n t'ere?" Isengar questioned with his eyes aiming on the bag.

 

"Wel' a'h got:

 

10 fishes

 

toilet paper

 

clothes

 

lantern

 

pipeweed

 

seasoning

 

matchstick

 

jackets 

 

"Alroight alroight... We ain't gonna need t'at anyway George. We'h gon' fer two days!" 

George shrugged his shoulders and followed Isengar out of Gimblewood. Black clouds were now hovering above the small village.

Small drops of rain began to fall onto the snow. 

They both trudged through the cloud temple unseen in the shadows of darkness black figures could be seen walking past but their faces a vivid blur. 

 

George breathed heavily trying to keep us with Isengar. His blonde hair was getting soaking wet and his stocky body was slowing him down.

Isengar on the other hand had a more slender body fit for travelling, he had curly dark brown hair and dark brown eyes. 

His skin was tanned and he barely had any meat on him.

"Hurre'h up George a'h want ter mak' et by te'h stairs 'f Uruguan by mornin'" he shouted through the heavy rain. 

Sam rubbed beads of rain from his forehead and waved his hands through the air trying to see where he was going.

 

Thunder vibrated and rumbled the path they were walking on.

Murmurs in the wind could be heard from nearby. They were stuck in a blizzard with snow hitting their faces almost blinding them.

 

Their faces were red and they had frostbite all over their hands and fingers. 

They made it across the bridge and kept walking on they saw the castle of Uruguan and passed a sign reading: In Memory Of Aibine who was killed in battle.

 

George stopped to read it, and then caught up with Isengar. "We'll settle down here for a few hours!" Isengar shouted through the storm. 

They sat on the side of the rode and put a thick blanket over them both to keep them warm Isengar rubbed his hands together to keep the blood running.

 

By the time it was morning the blizzard had cleared although it was still spitting tiny bits of rain.

[DefinitelyKnot 4]

Good poem.

[dannyalexandar11764 11]

Good poem.

Thanks. But it's not a poem it was a story, but i'm not finishing it.

[Elad™ 560]

Moved to the Archive. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly.