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[mayorsamgamgee]

*I mumble as I throw items into two leather bags..

* What am I forgettin'. I know there's something. There always is.

Let's see.

*I paw through the bag*

Nightshirts, clean breeches, clean shirts, lube, biscuits, some wine for the road, lube, apples, bread, cheese..... Hmm.. looks good

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[_misterfrodo]

*I continue to gather clothing items for my bag*

What fun! We haven't been on a trip for so long! Though walking to Tuckborough isn't likely to be much of an adventure. *hastens to add* For which I am MOST grateful!

*I look sadly at the mound of food, equipment and garments we have piled on a table*

Yes, I think we DO need the wagon.

[mayorsamgamgee]

*my eyes swing from the piled up table to the bags that are already half full*

Ohh, my stars! You're right.

*I sigh and shake my head... *

I'd better run up to 3 Bagshot and ask Froie for his wagon.

*I dash out the door... and walk quiclky down the road to 3 Bagshot, where my eldest son lives. Not hearing anything inside, I bang on the door.*

Froie!! Wake up, lad!

[frodo_gardener]

*I hear a loud pounding on the door and wipe the sleep from my eyes... *

What the....

*Then I hear my father's voice and mutter...* Ohh stars and glory!! What does he.....

*I stumble from my bed and dash to open the door...*

POPPA! Stop bellowing! You'll wake half the Shire. I'm here.

*I stare, bleary eyed, at my father for a moment, then usher him in*

Come on in, Pop. What do you want?

[mayorsamgamgee]

*I grin at my sleepy son, and smile as I look around his lovely smial*

Son, Mr. Frodo and I are takin' a walking trip to Tuckborough for the festival there. We need your wagon, son. We're taking a fair bit of stuff. You know how Mr. Frodo over-packs. *I roll my eyes*

[frodo_gardener]

Sure, Pop! It's right outside.

*I walk outside with my father and help him pull the wagon out to the path*

There you go.

*I think for a moment*

Poppa, there's been talk of a warg about. What road are you taking? And.. how long do you plan to stay?

[mayorsamgamgee]

*I clap my son on the shoulder... *

We're takin' the Green Hill Country Road, son. Should lead us right into Tuckborough Woods and then to the city. We should be back in a day or two....

*I think about the ale at the festival*

Maybe three...

*I see Froie frown*

And don't you worry yourself none about a warg. I've faced down worse than a warg and come out with my hide still intact.

*I begin to walk down the path, pulling the wagon*

We'll see you in a few days, son. Thanks for the wagon!