[2.5] The Toadshole Burrow

[Saviordude 133]

Disembarking from the boats, a flyer attached to a post grabs your attention. You decided to read it and see what it's about.

'Lo, 'alflings! Meh names Garbo Gingerbark, and I'm lookin' fer t'e ot'er 'alflins t' join meh in T'e Toadshole Burrow. Never a time that us 'alflins should be spread apart, 'specially in these new lands. So I'm invitin' yeh all t' join meh fer good food an' company.

If yeh be lookin' t' join us, then yeh only be needin' t' 'ead south west o t'e volcano. Or if yeh lookin' fer a map, then yeh be best sending a bird t' me or Richard ((Saviordude or Uracow)). I attached a wee bit o' our hair for t'e birds t' sniff, fer finding' our location. I look forward t' seein' all of yeh!

The flyer is signed G.G

[LaCabra (Soda) 1519]

Elder Hollowmead, with the help of several other Halflings, makes his way to the Toadhole burrow from the docks of Elysium. Along the way, they are interrupted by several thieves, and a peculiar fellow who the Hobbit-folk thought to be the Pumpkin Lord, who went by the name of Knox. After several hours of walking, and on a warm eve, the Halflings made it to the Toadshole Burrow, to be greeted by several of their kin. It was, altogether, a happy night.

[Peach 70]

Two elderly halflings slumber soundly in a large green tent. The female halfling is curled into a ball, her head resting in the lap of the other male halfling. Both dream peacefully of the Vale and their lost comforts.

One of the flyers floats along the wind, drifting steadily towards the two. The breeze pushes the notice on the slumbering halfling, effectively covering her from head to toe. She stirs from her sleep, removing the pretend blanket by peeling the paper off  her. 

Lavender appraises the notice, holding it high up between her hands, "Toads-hole....halflings..." She mumbles to herself as she reads aloud, squinting furiously at the small script.

"Oh! Earl, love!" She exclaims after a moment of recognition. The frail elder nudges her husband awake, poking with precision as she continues to exclaim, "Earl y'old mole! Wakey wakey, love!"

Earling the tiny senior wakes sleepily from his slumber.

 "Is it time for breakfest?!" He says while slurring his words, having not fully awaken yet.

"No, silly! The halflings 'ave settled! Musta left be'ind this 'ere note fer us!"

Lavender' smile stretches  dominantly across her face. She tilts her head side to side cheerfully. "I 'old yer they wouldn' forget t'e elderly."

Earling raises an eye doubtfully, "'ve been 'ere fer three days!" Earl holds three fingers up angrily. "Three!" he says once more with emphasis.

Lavender reaches up, cupping her ear with one hand. Her wrinkled face scrunched together from the strain to hear. 

"Speak up, love!" She shouts with a nasally high pitched voice. 

"W'at?!?" Earl says.

"W-w'at!?"  Lav responds.

The two halflings stare at each other blankly, already forgotten their quarrel. 

After a moment, Earl breaks the silence, "Are we 'aving breakfest 'en?"

"Ter t'e market!" 

And off they went, shuffling along, concentrating on placing one shaky leg after the other. 

((Please don't leave us behind! We got forgotten yesterday ><;; ))