*wakes*

*wanders into the kitchen for tea*

*feels better knowing that his nephew is safe*

*feels anxious because he doesn't know about Arathorn*

*feels tired and retreats to his bedroom for a nap and maybe a bottle of sake*

*wakes in the early morning*

*looks around the campsite*

*realises that this is not working and perhaps a better plan can be devised over a frest cup of tea*

*suggests heading back for tea and another go at planning*

Now that we have a cave troll on our side, I'm sure nothing in this dark, forboding forest can harm us!

Let's find Bingo.

*heads further into the dark, forboding forest and hopes his companions follow his lead*

Well, someone's got to do something.

*turns to the search party*

I'm going to go that way. *points at dark, forboding forest area*

*puts down Bagshot and starts off*

Okay - has anyone noticed anything odd or strange these past few days, other than Bingo and Arathorn being missing?

*waits at the bottom of Tobey's tree for Folco and Tobey to join him in the search for Bingo*

*rests hand on his scimitar and wonders what's happening in other parts of the Shire*

*still carrying a backpack of extra presents from his recent walkabout, Isengar goes outside and stands at the bottom of the large tree housing his neighbor's flet*

*calls out* Hullo? Anyone home?

Where is my nephew? And my neighbor?

*frets*

It's bad enough that half the household disappeared without a trace or note while I was on walkabout, but now Bingo? This is not good.

*frets some more and considers italics*

*stares at the small pile of packages in the corner of his room ( Read more... )