Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-25344655-20141212021751/@comment-25330335-20141213152142

Froyo canters through the Shire on his dappled grey elk. "What a beutiful coutry," he thought to himself as he saw two small hobbit children stop playing abruptly as he rode through. He had left his older cousin, Legolas at Rivendell, where he had been summoned by Elrond as a representative for the wood-elves. As he crested a hill, he saw a large group of hobbits, who stood around on the lawn of a large hole with a green door. Fireworks were exploding and children were playing. He saw one of Gandalf's signiture dragons leap out of the crowd, red and burning, and swoop throught the valley, with oohs and aahs from the crowd of hobbits below. It was going to be good to see the old wizard again. As he approached the party, he saw a dwarf (is he a dwarf) rolling a cart and shouting about goods from all over middle earth, all for five coins. Froyo ignored him and continued on his way. Just as he was drawing near the wizard, bilbo began his speech. But a minute later, just as Froyo's head was turned, a great gasp was heard from the crowd. Froyo whirled. Bilbo was gone. Not a hairy toe was visible. He truned to look at gandalf, who had broken away from the party and was walking quickly toward Bag End. Froyo turned to follow but was interupted by a voice in his ear. "Well, another of my kind joins the party" He turned to see an absolutly massve elf in blue armor standing before him.