Modest_Proposal May 14, 2023 Cecil Brandybuck “Of course, Idunn.” Cecil bowed. He had hoped to avoid Radagast, who was terse and seemed always to be thinking, with ragged clothes and a ragged face. He did not expect to like what he had to say. He rounded back and relit his pipe. Never before had he seen such motely company. He'd met his fair share of Dwarves crossing the Brandywine, but to see an elf was a miraculous thing, indeed! Lachiel stood at the opposite end and spoke with a deliberateness that caught him up. He'd heard tales of Eastfarthing Elves, with skin as smooth and lustrous as river stones. They walked in file toward the West, always looking ahead with delicate cloaks of silver. Lachiel was different, with her weathered boots and wild, shimmering red hair. Yet there was a fairness in her that defied these things. Her mentioning of kings and great battles brought Cecil’s attention back to his pipe. He sat in the shade and closed his eyes, letting the smell of home come back to him. He would have to see what the old man had to say.
Modest_Proposal May 14, 2023 Cecil Brandybuck “Of course, Idunn.” Cecil bowed. He had hoped to avoid Radagast, who was terse and seemed always to be thinking, with ragged clothes and a ragged face. He did not expect to like what he had to say. He rounded back and relit his pipe. Never before had he seen such motely company. He'd met his fair share of Dwarves crossing the Brandywine, but to see an elf was a miraculous thing, indeed! Lachiel stood at the opposite end and spoke with a deliberateness that caught him up. He'd heard tales of Eastfarthing Elves, with skin as smooth and lustrous as river stones. They walked in file toward the West, always looking ahead with delicate cloaks of silver. Lachiel was different, with her weathered boots and wild, shimmering red hair. Yet there was a fairness in her all the same that defied these things. Her mentioning of kings and great battles brought Cecil’s attention back to his pipe. He sat in the shade and closed his eyes, letting the smell of home come back to him. He would have to see what the old man had to say.
Modest_Proposal May 14, 2023 Cecil Brandybuck “Of course, Idunn.” Cecil bowed. He had hoped to avoid Radagast, who was coarse and terse and seemed always to be thinking, with ragged clothes and a ragged face. He did not expect to like what he had to say. He rounded back and relit his pipe. Never before had he seen such motely company. He'd met his fair share of Dwarves crossing the Brandywine, but to see an elf was a miraculous thing, indeed! Lachiel stood at the opposite end and spoke with a deliberateness that caught him up. He'd heard tales of Eastfarthing Elves, with skin as smooth and lustrous as river stones. They walked in file toward the West, always looking ahead with delicate cloaks of silver. Lachiel was different, with her weathered boots and wild, shimmering red hair. Yet there was a fairness in her all the same that defied these things. Her mentioning of kings and great battles brought Cecil’s attention back to his pipe. He sat in the shade and closed his eyes, letting the smell of home come back to him. He would have to see what the old man had to say.
Modest_Proposal May 14, 2023 Cecil Brandybuck “Of course, Idunn.” Cecil bowed. He had hoped to avoid Radagast, who was coarse and terse and seemed always to be thinking, with ragged clothes and a ragged face. He did not expect to like what he had to say. Cecil rounded back and relit his pipe. Never before had he seen such motely company. He'd met his fair share of Dwarves crossing the Brandywine, but to see an elf was a miraculous thing, indeed! Lachiel stood at the opposite end and spoke with a deliberateness that caught him up. He'd heard tales of Eastfarthing Elves, with skin as smooth and lustrous as river stones. They walked in file toward the West, always looking ahead with delicate cloaks of silver. Lachiel was different, with her weathered boots and wild, shimmering red hair. Yet there was a fairness in her all the same that defied these things. Her mentioning of kings and great battles brought Cecil’s attention back to his pipe. He sat in the shade and closed his eyes, letting the smell of home come back to him. He would have to see what the old man had to say.
