Jun 18, 2011 03:23
[ Keeping to himself far outside the edge of the village has benefits and deficits. There is a sense of safety. There is a sense of loneliness. He feels far less selfish. He is only in the loosest terms a cook. It gives him time to think. It gives him time to THINK.
But worst, and what can drive even a thin and strange hobbit into the midsts of humans and other folks near as much as a lack of rich, savory foods, is a lack of a good pint.
It has been far, far too long, at that, since Frodo has felt the thick froth of a good ale on his tongue, and tonight, despite all the talk of their captors acting up, he has ambled his way back through the town, hood up and over his curly hair, and found his way to the bar.
So, after finding the stools a might bit too high and in need of a climb, which he is almost accustomed to, as many places have no furniture of suitable size for a hobbit, Frodo has somehow found himself fully and physically amongst people again, almost hoping to find out what influences these unknown, 'higher' forces have upon the people here. Giles had warned him, but he is too curious a creature, even with all the motivations and energies sapped from him. He will be observing, and with a bit of alcohol in his stomach, much more willing to socialize than normal.
He is no Took, but even a hobbit like Frodo still loosens in a warm atmosphere. ]
not a took,
boozing with baggins,
!action,
no ringwraiths this time