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yeeeeeeeeeeah2012-12-27 10:30 pm
breadonfire) wrote in yeeeeeeeeeeah2012-12-27 10:30 pm
In which hobbits are greeted but un-hobbity guests (isn't that how all those books start?)
It had been another cozy day in Trinket hobbit hole.
Peeta drew his robe closer, knotting the belt around it as he sat close to the fire. Yes he lived with his aunt, who was a Trinket. And he was a Mellark. But what did it matter? Mellarks and Trinkets had always been on good terms. Such good terms that his father had married his aunt's sister. Both families had always held the finest parties (The Trinkets were known for the parties, while the Mellarks were known for the goods they had at parties). While today had been a quiet day, they'd already received RSVPs for the next party in a few days.
Somedays, it was nice to sit like this though. Reading a book next to the fireplace while drinking some tea. Relaxing into his chair, he sighed as he picked up his tea cup, taking a small sip from it.
It was times like these, that a hobbit could simply enjoy his life, and the company he shared. And it was times like these, that Peeta Mellark enjoyed the most.
Peeta drew his robe closer, knotting the belt around it as he sat close to the fire. Yes he lived with his aunt, who was a Trinket. And he was a Mellark. But what did it matter? Mellarks and Trinkets had always been on good terms. Such good terms that his father had married his aunt's sister. Both families had always held the finest parties (The Trinkets were known for the parties, while the Mellarks were known for the goods they had at parties). While today had been a quiet day, they'd already received RSVPs for the next party in a few days.
Somedays, it was nice to sit like this though. Reading a book next to the fireplace while drinking some tea. Relaxing into his chair, he sighed as he picked up his tea cup, taking a small sip from it.
It was times like these, that a hobbit could simply enjoy his life, and the company he shared. And it was times like these, that Peeta Mellark enjoyed the most.
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She bustled into the living room, tucking a spare blond curl behind her ear.
"Peeta, dear, are these the RSVPs?"
She would have to add them to the list. And, possibly, adjust the menu. Especially if those no good Forshes from over the hill were coming. She hated inviting them, they were rude and ate everything. But if you didn't, well...they would make you regret that much more.
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Before Peeta could finish his question, there loud frantic knocks at the door. Knocks of a person that were definitely bigger than a hobbit. He looked to his aunt, frowning, "Who could that be at this time in the evening?"
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Standing, she hurried over to the door, opening it worriedly. It was pouring out, perhaps someone wanted tea or-
No. Oh no, that wasn't it at all. Her mouth dropped open at the sight before her. A sopping wet Drawf, his bulk taking up most of the door. And laid out over his shoulder, and elf woman, completely unconscious.