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Returning to Hobbiton has been a rather anxious ordeal for me. When I first revisited this land, I was a bit single-horned minded in what I intended to accomplish. I admit that I played a bit of a thief before I returned to the Realm. Upon my return I took to some gardening which seemed to be greatly appreciated by some of my fellows. Often times I would go out to check on my flowers only to find a certain someone lounging in them in order to escape another certain someone. He did keep the flowers company, so I am fine with that.
I also spent a good deal of time among the sunflowers... and with myself, lost in thought. I thought about the differences between this body and the one that I had before. After I decided that these changes weren't half so bad as long as I would be able to go back to my hooves every once in awhile...perhaps while I visit the Realm... I went to go and talk to real Hobbits in order to learn their ways. They were receptive to my presence, but I feel as if a lot of the Realm dwellers do too much in the department of reverence when it comes to me. Except for one irritating fellow who refers to me as "the goat" I have a feeling that this Shire of the Realm does not quite match my memory. I stayed for dinner anyways, with the distinct feeling that some of these people thought of me as a mere horse, and that I was not the only one who didn't belong at the table, especially in Hobbiton.
Afterwards, I decided it was time to take my thoughts and go to the MESPT Hobbiton. At first, I came out somewhere by the Brandybucks... but a nice old wizard advised me that I would have to travel on to reach Hobbiton. I tried again. Space and time are tricky elements to play around with! Knowing I was near Hobbiton, I stopped at a small lake to take a bath and try to make myself more acceptable. The first attempt was a failure when one considers the gender and species I was aiming for. This second attempt was not quite right either and seemed already too equipped with accessories for my liking. Finally, I got what I was aiming for.
When I was finished, I got dressed in the clothing that I had brought along in my pack, and wandered towards Hobbiton proper. I knew that the task of finding a suitable smial was not going to be an easy one... but I was pleasantly surprised. It seems that the original hobbit this smial was contracted for took a turn for the worst in terms of health and died before the smial was ever finished. The inheritors of said hobbit's estate have no need for the extra smial, so they are selling the property. It appears that the carpenter is helping them sell the property. I think that it looks promising enough.
Excuse me? What can you tell me about this smial?
I also spent a good deal of time among the sunflowers... and with myself, lost in thought. I thought about the differences between this body and the one that I had before. After I decided that these changes weren't half so bad as long as I would be able to go back to my hooves every once in awhile...perhaps while I visit the Realm... I went to go and talk to real Hobbits in order to learn their ways. They were receptive to my presence, but I feel as if a lot of the Realm dwellers do too much in the department of reverence when it comes to me. Except for one irritating fellow who refers to me as "the goat" I have a feeling that this Shire of the Realm does not quite match my memory. I stayed for dinner anyways, with the distinct feeling that some of these people thought of me as a mere horse, and that I was not the only one who didn't belong at the table, especially in Hobbiton.
Afterwards, I decided it was time to take my thoughts and go to the MESPT Hobbiton. At first, I came out somewhere by the Brandybucks... but a nice old wizard advised me that I would have to travel on to reach Hobbiton. I tried again. Space and time are tricky elements to play around with! Knowing I was near Hobbiton, I stopped at a small lake to take a bath and try to make myself more acceptable. The first attempt was a failure when one considers the gender and species I was aiming for. This second attempt was not quite right either and seemed already too equipped with accessories for my liking. Finally, I got what I was aiming for.
When I was finished, I got dressed in the clothing that I had brought along in my pack, and wandered towards Hobbiton proper. I knew that the task of finding a suitable smial was not going to be an easy one... but I was pleasantly surprised. It seems that the original hobbit this smial was contracted for took a turn for the worst in terms of health and died before the smial was ever finished. The inheritors of said hobbit's estate have no need for the extra smial, so they are selling the property. It appears that the carpenter is helping them sell the property. I think that it looks promising enough.
Excuse me? What can you tell me about this smial?