Sir Godfrey
Pelegrin Crucis
Long ago, during the Third Age of Middle Earth, when darkness crept back into the world, a peculiar incident took place. While the Dark Lord summoned his strength and assembled his armies, while the King of Gondor still spent his time galavanting in the Wild, when all was still quiet and the threat of doom not yet realized, a romance was born.
Brimbor was like any other Took, fool hardy and adventurious. He spent most of his days in the wooland, near the Crickhallow. There he would sit beneath the trees and dream of what lay beyond the eastern hills, what wonders might lie in the other parts of the world. Brimbor was captivated by the tales of ancient days, when noble Kings rode abroad and great battles were fought. But most of all he loved the tales about the elves. In fact he tried to learn as much as he could about them. Often he visited Bilbo Baggins, who was bonefied story teller and one who had spent extensive time in the presence of the elves.
When Bilbo had time to spare, he would tell Brimbor of his adventures, of Mirkwood and of Rivendell and The Lord Elrond the Half Elven. Brimbor found himself transported to another world, another place as he listened to Bilbo's stories, he longed to see such places and most of all he desired to dwell amongst the elves. When Brimbor had come of age, when he had turned Fifty-two, he did something rather reckless or so it seemed to his neighbors. Brimbor had sold his Hobbit hole to a Mr. Dolger Bolger.
Armed with only a walking stick, a purse and a pack Brimbor sat out to leave the Shire. Talk began to stir about Hobbiton, many Hobbits began to blame Mr. Bilbo for Brimbor's queer behavior, "It's that Bilbo alright, he fills young lads with wild stories, makes them long for queer dwellings."
Before Brimbor left the Shire he payed Bilbo a visit. When he arrived at the doorstep he found Bilbo's heir and adopted son Frodo.
Frodo: Hello Brimbor, good morning.
Brimbor: Good morning Frodo, is your uncle home?
Frodo: Yes he is, I believe he's in the study.
Frodo opened the yellow round door and led Brimbor inside. There Brimbor sa familar sight of trinkets, heirlooms and tokens from Bilbo's adventures. Upon entering the study he found Bilbo sitting in chair, in front of him was a red book opened to blank page. Bilbo held a quill in his hand and was deep in thought. All about the oak table was papers and maps strewn about.
Frodo: Bilbo.. Bilbo!
Bilbo stirred and gave Frodo a less than kind look.
Bilbo: My lad, you know better than to disturb me when I'm deep in thought.
Frodo: Sorry uncle, but we have guest.
Bilbo: Oh..
Bilbo turned to see Brimbor, the sight brought back memories. The pack latched to his back, the purse securely fastened to his belt and the walking stick held aloft in his hand. He looked as Bilbo did many years ago, when a queer incident took place and Bilbo found himself on an uncanny adventure.
Bilbo: How can I help you my boy?
Brimbor: Well, I was wondering if I may barrow one of your maps? You see I'm leaving the Shire, I intend to find the abode of the Elves in Rivendell.
Bilbo: You don't say? Well bust my boffer, I never thought I would see the day when a Took would fallow in my footsteps.
Bilbo stood up and began rummaging through his papers.
Frodo looked at Brimbor with perplexed expression.
Frodo: You really mean to leave the Shire?
Brimbor: Aye.
Frodo just looked puzzeled, he understood why Brimbor was leaving, but in his heart Frodo was still too in love with the Shire to even consider leaving.
Bilbo: Ah ha! Here it is..
Bilbo pulled out an old tattered map and rolled it out on the table. He sureveyed it and began to nod and mumble to himself.
Bilbo: Yes.. this is the one.
Bilbo began to point at locations on the map, recalling some of his experiances. Finally Bilbo then rolled up the map and handed it to Brimbor.
At the door Bilbo and Frodo wished Brimbor fairwell.
Bilbo: Best of luck to you.
Brimbor: Thank you.
Bilbo: You be sure to tell Elrond a fond hello for me, also inform him that my elven hundred birthday is approaching.
Brimbor: Will do.
With that Brimbor said fair well and began his journey. He made his way across Hobbiton with ease, he recieved a few ill stares from people, but he merely met their gaze with a smile. Finally he came to border, there with deep breath he made his way into the woodland country.
Brimbor was like any other Took, fool hardy and adventurious. He spent most of his days in the wooland, near the Crickhallow. There he would sit beneath the trees and dream of what lay beyond the eastern hills, what wonders might lie in the other parts of the world. Brimbor was captivated by the tales of ancient days, when noble Kings rode abroad and great battles were fought. But most of all he loved the tales about the elves. In fact he tried to learn as much as he could about them. Often he visited Bilbo Baggins, who was bonefied story teller and one who had spent extensive time in the presence of the elves.
When Bilbo had time to spare, he would tell Brimbor of his adventures, of Mirkwood and of Rivendell and The Lord Elrond the Half Elven. Brimbor found himself transported to another world, another place as he listened to Bilbo's stories, he longed to see such places and most of all he desired to dwell amongst the elves. When Brimbor had come of age, when he had turned Fifty-two, he did something rather reckless or so it seemed to his neighbors. Brimbor had sold his Hobbit hole to a Mr. Dolger Bolger.
Armed with only a walking stick, a purse and a pack Brimbor sat out to leave the Shire. Talk began to stir about Hobbiton, many Hobbits began to blame Mr. Bilbo for Brimbor's queer behavior, "It's that Bilbo alright, he fills young lads with wild stories, makes them long for queer dwellings."
Before Brimbor left the Shire he payed Bilbo a visit. When he arrived at the doorstep he found Bilbo's heir and adopted son Frodo.
Frodo: Hello Brimbor, good morning.
Brimbor: Good morning Frodo, is your uncle home?
Frodo: Yes he is, I believe he's in the study.
Frodo opened the yellow round door and led Brimbor inside. There Brimbor sa familar sight of trinkets, heirlooms and tokens from Bilbo's adventures. Upon entering the study he found Bilbo sitting in chair, in front of him was a red book opened to blank page. Bilbo held a quill in his hand and was deep in thought. All about the oak table was papers and maps strewn about.
Frodo: Bilbo.. Bilbo!
Bilbo stirred and gave Frodo a less than kind look.
Bilbo: My lad, you know better than to disturb me when I'm deep in thought.
Frodo: Sorry uncle, but we have guest.
Bilbo: Oh..
Bilbo turned to see Brimbor, the sight brought back memories. The pack latched to his back, the purse securely fastened to his belt and the walking stick held aloft in his hand. He looked as Bilbo did many years ago, when a queer incident took place and Bilbo found himself on an uncanny adventure.
Bilbo: How can I help you my boy?
Brimbor: Well, I was wondering if I may barrow one of your maps? You see I'm leaving the Shire, I intend to find the abode of the Elves in Rivendell.
Bilbo: You don't say? Well bust my boffer, I never thought I would see the day when a Took would fallow in my footsteps.
Bilbo stood up and began rummaging through his papers.
Frodo looked at Brimbor with perplexed expression.
Frodo: You really mean to leave the Shire?
Brimbor: Aye.
Frodo just looked puzzeled, he understood why Brimbor was leaving, but in his heart Frodo was still too in love with the Shire to even consider leaving.
Bilbo: Ah ha! Here it is..
Bilbo pulled out an old tattered map and rolled it out on the table. He sureveyed it and began to nod and mumble to himself.
Bilbo: Yes.. this is the one.
Bilbo began to point at locations on the map, recalling some of his experiances. Finally Bilbo then rolled up the map and handed it to Brimbor.
At the door Bilbo and Frodo wished Brimbor fairwell.
Bilbo: Best of luck to you.
Brimbor: Thank you.
Bilbo: You be sure to tell Elrond a fond hello for me, also inform him that my elven hundred birthday is approaching.
Brimbor: Will do.
With that Brimbor said fair well and began his journey. He made his way across Hobbiton with ease, he recieved a few ill stares from people, but he merely met their gaze with a smile. Finally he came to border, there with deep breath he made his way into the woodland country.
