still homeless.

[longshanks]

You find me most days in no mood for jests such as this. Lead me where there is need of my skills, there cannot be so great a number of lands that it confuses you so.

Think on it again.

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[iorhael]

[Frodo takes the pipe and someone's going to have to show this Man a thing or two because he clearly missed how to properly smoke. Frodo takes a puff and here, have a perfect smoke ring.]

The ford washing the Black Riders away. The last thing I remember was the white riders borne on white horses.

smooooooth B)

[longshanks]

That is quite some time ago, by my count. I would not revisit the days we feared the Morgul blade would take you for all the world, and yet ... much more seems uncertain now.

I remember Edoras and preparations for war.

Better believe it.

[iorhael]

Yes, it seems like ancient history from what I've heard.

To be caught on the edge of battle and taken from it? Doesn't that worry you?

[longshanks]

Intensely. My last memory is fighting the warg riders.

[ And getting dragged off a cliff, but he doesn't want to worry Frodo. ]

They ambushed Theoden's people as they made for Helm's Deep.

[iorhael]

Warg riders?! Do you mean great Goblins on Wargs? Like from the Misty Mountains?

What happened? Were you injured then?

[longshanks]

I was separated from the company. [ Calm yer tits, Frodo. ] It is no great matter to find my way back.

[iorhael]

[Never, he's too worried about his RangerBro]

Only you would say that being separated during combat and finding your way through dangerous territory was no great matter, Strider.

[longshanks]

I've travelled through worse.

[ Moria ranks pretty highly on that list. ]

Worry not, I will return to Legolas and Gimli in time to learn which of them ranked higher with their kills.

[iorhael]

And had worse company, I imagine.

[Gollum being up there]

Yes, I heard about that. Actually, I wonder if you'd like to make a little wager.

[longshanks]

[ LOL, carrying Gollum about in a sack that one time was a party every minute. ]

On which one?

[ Which would you rather bet on? ]

[iorhael]

[Oh I'll bet. If you had come with us on the way to Mordor, you might have gotten a chance to act as his wrangler all over again! You missed out.]

Oh who wins. I see Gimli winning, because there is something to be said about the stubborn airs of dwarves and especially those of Gloin's family.

[longshanks]

[ Ahw, shucks, that sounds like a srs hootnanny. :( ]

Your wager is taken and I'm glad to do so. Legolas's concentration is a fearsome thing, second only to his prideful delight at coming out the victor.

[iorhael]

[yes, you go over there and go see talking, walking trees. He's in no way incredibly envious.]

It seems an unbecoming pride in both of them will be the deciding factor, and what we actually are betting on. I wonder if we should tell either of them this.

[longshanks]

[ Imagine how happy Pip will be to show Frodo those extra inches he's gained from Ent water. ]

Absolutely not, they would rid the entirety of Middle-Earth of its foes and leave none for the rest of us.

[iorhael]

[to have Pippin towering over his elder and so quickly. Incredible!]

[Frodo has laughs heartily] And only Strider could find fault in being left out of the "fun"!

[longshanks]

I like my fair share.

[ Reflexively, his smile broadens when Frodo laughs. Oh, the last bit of this poor squirrel? Thrown at the hobbit's ear. ]

[iorhael]

[and to Frodo's horror, it miraculously avoids his ear but lodges into his hair. ]

Be careful you don't make war on a hobbit, we have excellent aim!

[The apple core goes in return at Strider's head. All this needs now is Gandalf walking in on the Ringbearer and the King of Gondor.]

[longshanks]

[ Oof, that's a nasty wet splodge on his temple. Blergh, brushing it off. ]

I don't dare return aim in case Sam springs up to clock me with his fists, no doubt he would. Even so ...

[ What else can he throw ... oh, fine, have your apple core back, hope it falls down your shirt. Gandalf would be so proud. ]

[iorhael]

[Gandalf would be amused. Boromir, not at all. The mention of Sam unfortunately at this time reminds Frodo of his station, and with it, he really should set a proper example, which means no more finishing food fights (which Frodo would have)...]

I doubt Sam would give you further warning, as he would have figured Bree was warning enough.

[Wow, mithril shirt, you can stop a spear but not the apple going down his chest. Frodo has a look of suddenly noble pained tolerance as he fishes the apple out]

He would have burst out from the trees and cuffed you by now if he was here, Ranger or no Ranger. You are safe for the moment.

[longshanks]

[ Taking note that mithril is weakest against fruit, heck yes. Chuckling, he gives a gracious nod. ]

He would have me pinned quickly, faster than Merry or Pippin could manage it even.

[ Sam's like the bull version of those sprogs. Aragorn really doesn't like the idea of being sat on, but it's pretty likely. ]

[iorhael]

[Frodo tries to gather his dignity about him with questionable success and fishes out the apple and the squirrel leftover. Big Folk.]

He may not have the world experience you do, but I think it matters little when he finds himself highly motivated.

[Sam can get very devoted when it comes to protecting Mister Frodo, let's say. I think he would have charged you headfirst, without waiting to see if Merry or Pippin even followed!]

[longshanks]

[ A Sam to the gut? Definitely not desirable. ]

There are few I truly fear in this world, Frodo, but I would not for all the gold and jewels in Middle-Earth insinuate hurt toward you, with or without Sam in earshot.

Especially the former.

[iorhael]

So even you fear something after all; a Gamgee of the Shire.

[It's a fond grin, both for Strider and dear Samwise]

[longshanks]

Don't tell him.

[iorhael]

I promise.