Hobbits, The Halfling Master Race!

[TheRoyalOnion(Aris) 101]

A letter is posted on the Lenfarthing notice board,

written in Fancy Hobbit calligraphy.

 

Common Halflings and other useless ravel. Step down now

for there is a new master race! The Hobbits are a group of pure blooded halflings who are a much higher pedigree than your average run of the windmill halfling! We have taken up residence in the fancy Hobbits mountain burrow. You may now bow down to The mighty…

 

Milo Herbwallow,

Bango Blackfoot,

Aris Snowbird,

Wilbur Took,

Petyr Branbrook

and Faldo Featherfoot!

 

We will graciously allow you to go about your life as normal but remember.

We are the Master Race!

[Aptrotta 162]

Bartley crawls out of a hole, a squid on his head. "Don't forget little old me. Ima hobbit too!"

[TheRoyalOnion(Aris) 101]

Aris looks at the common ravel and makes a disgusted sneer. "Crawl back inteh te 'ole ye came from ye filth!"

[Aptrotta 162]

Bartley removes the squid from his head throwing it on the ground, his eyes full of sadness. His once grand clothes concerned in dirt, "F-filth?" He mumbles looking downwards.

[TheRoyalOnion(Aris) 101]

Grumbles about his feelings and walks off before he starts to cry

[Aptrotta 162]

Bartley wipes the dirt of his clothes, his hobbit skin barely visible under all the dirt. "No more filth.."

[Matt011011 166]

Milo bonks Bartley on the head with his staff as he walks by, muttering "Useless ravel..." as he continues on his way.

[Aptrotta 162]

Bartley falls into the dirt. "No more hobbit"he mutters

[lιoɴ 248]

Pumpty Barkfoot cries with a pumpkin on top a tree.

[cmf95 39]

*sits on the shoulder of a human pal, and notices a disturbance in the force!*

 

"Ahm t'e best 'alflin...."

[Heff 2460]

Fumble sees the letter slide under his door and he pouts.

"Darn dem! Day ca' say dat!"

[Valon (Yokey) 168]

((Salm Melontoes is better than all of you. Remember that.))

[Moot 1719]

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