Board Thread:Middle Earth Roleplay Board/@comment-25344655-20150814035854/@comment-26084195-20150814222741

Meanwhile, in the Shire....

"What... is that thing?"

"I have no clue. It just sort of... appeared there."

"Is it dead?"

"It doesn't seem to be breathing."

"Poke it."

"You poke it.

"Diagnostic complete."

"What did you just say?

"I didn't say a thi-- where did it go?"

Eureka sat under a tree, brushing dirt and grass off himself. Unfortunately, there was also a young Hobbit child in the forest.

"Ah! Native life forms. Hello, there! Can you direct me to the home of the High Elves?"

The child simply stared at him with wide eyes.

"Hello?"

Nothing.

"Hmm. Perhaps this one is deaf. Very well. I'll have to look for a library." Eureka walked out of the forest, and was stricken by the complete greenness pf this place.

A short while later...

A Hobbit farmer was checking his carrot crops, when suddenly a shadow fell over him. He looked up and yelled in surprise at the thing standing above him.

"Hello. Can you hear me?"

"Y-yes."

"Oh, good. I was worried this was a nation of short deaf people. Can you direct me to the nearest library?"

"The nearest what?"

"You know, the place they keep books and maps and things."

"We don't have anything like that 'round here."

"Well... do you know where the High Elves live?"

"No. But do you know who might know? Those Rangers that stalk the night on the outskirts of the Shire."

"Ah. And this place is the Shire, yes?"

"Um... yeah."

"I see. Well, thank you for your help. I'll be going now."

The farmer fainted as the figure vanished in a burst of purple.