Benny_Fool

((The family grows larger))

Rokahn? I don't think that was a character of mine :/

The bellows of life breath into Felix. Gasping breaths of air, he sIt up. He feels so ... tired. His body struggles where once it burned with the fires of youth. "Where am I?" he thinks. Standing to his feet, he examines his surroundings. To his left is a lake bordered by flowered hills and luscious trees. He walks around the lake, looking at his own visage as he passeS. Old, wrinkled, with long hairs hanging from his face. His feet protest as he reaches the end of the water, but he continues. "When did I get so old?" He struggles up the hill, flowers brush his pants legs as he goes. He remembers so much... the Witchwoods. Posco. Fumble. As he reaches the top he bends over to catch his breath. Once he rights himself he sees chimneys gently breathing smoke into the air. He hears the warm voices of friends and strangers floating through the leaves. What he sees is not the Lenfarthing of old, but oh so similar. A new beautiful start. ----OOC----- Well folks, I'm back for the time being. Its been a hell of a break for me. A year and then some. You haven't missed much. I had my first relationship, went to London, finished one and a half years of college, wrote a bit, moved out, moved in else where, experienced a lot of what life had to offer, and learned a lot about myself. Hopefully some of you remember me, I know Heff does, but I can't wait to meet you young whipper-snappers.

Felix Featherfoot the II did not know where he was, but he knew it was just right. A little hill sat before him, nestled in between the split of a small creek. Trees dotted the small expanse, and shaded him from the low-hanging sun and biting winds. He looked over the land once more, thinking of small a bridge to span the crick, and a warm cozy fire that would leak ink-grey smoke through a brick chimney and out into the starry expanse of a night sky. He sat underneath one of the few trees, and pondered as he drifted into a nap. He had wandered since the destruction of the farthing, and found a new home. Far away from the everyday hassles of the village life, and his now destroyed ancestral home. He would find peace away from the memories of his dead father, and absent blood-kin. However, He would not completely seal himself from the past. He would remain a font of wisdom for the young who sought him out, and a warm hearth for old friends. As he drifted into a comfortable sleep, he repeated a single thought to himself. He was the last of the Featherfoots. (( With Dalek off doing whatever, I figured I'd do what was necessary and retire the last of the Featherfoots. Perhaps the we will return ( We were a prestigious house of course), but for the mean time Felix will grow old in a very warm and cozy hobbit hole off somewhere, content and free of the bothersome quarrels of new people.))

Do we have any updates on development from the staff? If anyone could update us, I'd appreciate it. I'll be updating the thread in the course of a few days as well.

Felix finds himself perfectly content in eating and sleeping his days away inside of Lenfarthing.

((We let in a dwarf. Why not a wizard. Plus, magic users fill a pretty special niche in the hobbit community as benevolent watchers.))

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Felix wakes up with a gasp, and gazed in horror at the foot of his bed. The corner of his blanket had been rolled up so as to uncover a single hairy foot. Now his feetsy was cold from the night's chill. Such a vehement act wold not go unpunished.

Go for it! I'd work with some of the others if you could.