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asgardeventide2012-07-08 02:40 pm
pipeweed) wrote in asgardeventide2012-07-08 02:40 pm
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[ here'd be the sounds of small but hardy feet tapping rhythmically against wooden boards, as well as enthusiastic clapping. then, wherever you are, travellers, unfortunately your bracelets would be broadcasting the rather curious visual of two child-sized men standing on one of the tables, using it as some sort of make-shift stage. the third one wasn't on the table, but he was still merrily clapping along. then three voices, their words clear as any day, could be heard belting out the following song: ]
Hey ho, to the bottle I go!
To heal my heart and drown my woe.
Rain may fall and wind may blow.
But there still be – many miles to go!
[ yes, they were generally, shamelessly making a ruckus in one of the city taverns, their rather small hands holding cups of ale that weren't anywhere as good as any found in the shire's green dragon. sorry, big folks, but your peace have been invaded by hobbitses!
at this point the third one was finally encouraged to stand and dance along with his cousins: ]
Sweet is the sound of the pouring rain,
and the stream that falls from hill to plain.
Better than rain or rippling brook –
[ and one of them breaks out to belt the last words: ]
--is a mug of beer inside this Took!
[ ooc: hobbits intro! replies will be coming in from any (or all!) of the three hobbits :D ]
Hey ho, to the bottle I go!
To heal my heart and drown my woe.
Rain may fall and wind may blow.
But there still be – many miles to go!
[ yes, they were generally, shamelessly making a ruckus in one of the city taverns, their rather small hands holding cups of ale that weren't anywhere as good as any found in the shire's green dragon. sorry, big folks, but your peace have been invaded by hobbitses!
at this point the third one was finally encouraged to stand and dance along with his cousins: ]
Sweet is the sound of the pouring rain,
and the stream that falls from hill to plain.
Better than rain or rippling brook –
[ and one of them breaks out to belt the last words: ]
--is a mug of beer inside this Took!
[ ooc: hobbits intro! replies will be coming in from any (or all!) of the three hobbits :D ]