Strangers, but in Familiar Lands [Bramble]
Dec 9, 2018 20:29:12 GMT -5
Post by Becanbran Townward on Dec 9, 2018 20:29:12 GMT -5
"Well it wouldn't be a right proper hobbit hole without a round door, above or below ground." Bec agreed. Though the idea of a house of Big Folk with a round door and round windows was rather amusing indeed.
He liked his line of conversation. It made him feel a bit less like an outsider. No matter where the hobbit was from, at least there always seemed to be things they could all agree on. Round doors, pipe weed, food, genealogies. It made him feel at home, even if he was about as far from home as he had ever been. Though it also made him a bit homesick at the same time. It had been a good long while since he'd visited his family in Staddle. Maybe for the Yule season.
The hobbit rubbed the back of his neck as Bramble asked about dwarves and spoke of Bilbo's mathom shirt at the museum. But his eyes widened when he heard the name of the metal it was made of. He had heard of Bilbo in passing, but he'd known nothing of such a thing as a whole shirt made of Mithril.
"B- beggin' your pardon, miss." He stammered a bit. "But I'm afraid if that's what you'd ask me to bring you to visit the Mathom House, you won't be seeing me until my great-great grandchildren have had a chance to save their inheritances for it, if they can manage even then. You must have seen something very special indeed, and I'll admit to being a bit jealous of it. Mithril is probably the rarest, most precious metal I ever heard of, and I've only ever seen small things made of it. Little rings or accents on very important things that wouldn't be parted with."
He gave a small, nervous, slightly crooked smile. "I'll find something good, though, and visit. Doubly sure if I have an excuse to travel so far. I heard a lot of people traveled awful far to go to Master Baggins's party, but I can't say I've ever been invited to something like that before." He wondered if that said more about him as a person, or about his lack of decent hobbit friends. Either way he realized it sounded rather pitiful.
He liked his line of conversation. It made him feel a bit less like an outsider. No matter where the hobbit was from, at least there always seemed to be things they could all agree on. Round doors, pipe weed, food, genealogies. It made him feel at home, even if he was about as far from home as he had ever been. Though it also made him a bit homesick at the same time. It had been a good long while since he'd visited his family in Staddle. Maybe for the Yule season.
The hobbit rubbed the back of his neck as Bramble asked about dwarves and spoke of Bilbo's mathom shirt at the museum. But his eyes widened when he heard the name of the metal it was made of. He had heard of Bilbo in passing, but he'd known nothing of such a thing as a whole shirt made of Mithril.
"B- beggin' your pardon, miss." He stammered a bit. "But I'm afraid if that's what you'd ask me to bring you to visit the Mathom House, you won't be seeing me until my great-great grandchildren have had a chance to save their inheritances for it, if they can manage even then. You must have seen something very special indeed, and I'll admit to being a bit jealous of it. Mithril is probably the rarest, most precious metal I ever heard of, and I've only ever seen small things made of it. Little rings or accents on very important things that wouldn't be parted with."
He gave a small, nervous, slightly crooked smile. "I'll find something good, though, and visit. Doubly sure if I have an excuse to travel so far. I heard a lot of people traveled awful far to go to Master Baggins's party, but I can't say I've ever been invited to something like that before." He wondered if that said more about him as a person, or about his lack of decent hobbit friends. Either way he realized it sounded rather pitiful.