Prompt Post 13
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PROMPT FREEZE. This will stay in place for a bit longer than normal; we have a lot of prompts still to fill. So instead of 72 hours, let's go for a week, okay?
Guidelines:
Both anon and non-anon posting is allowed. If you think you recognise an anon, keep it to yourself and don’t out them. IP tracking is off ( Read more... )
Desperate Times, Desperate Measures
“Well, now, what have we here?” the large man rumbled as he cut off Bilbo, who was lingering behind, from following the rest of the company through the Prancing Pony to their rooms.
The Halfling gulped and stumbled backward. He had thought the room empty expect for him and the others as they went along, yawning loudly and fighting to keep their eyes open. Apparently he was mistaken.
Turning around, Bilbo’s eyes widened nervously to discover another tall dark man filling the other doorway. He had been among several who had eyed Thorin’s company during dinner.
“Eh. Wel-l-l, ermmm,” the hobbit stuttered, “I’m a hobbit.”
“Little fellow, looks like a pet. Me Nancy would like you,” the first man mused with a smile that did nothing for Bilbo’s rising nerves.
“I beg your pardon?“Shiny bottoms… Got more where those came from?” the other leered, stepping forward and leaning down for a better look, one hand reaching towards the frozen, wide-eyed hobbit ( ... )
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