There are two roads that can be used to get to our house from the Outside. One of them is blocked by some gentlemen who are felling a very large tree. The other currently has a very large trailer / static caravan wedged very firmly into a narrow bend that was clearly designed for nothing wider than a horse-cart. I got back here by dodging past the tree-felling gentlemen before they had really got stuck in.
So far, there are no drums in the deep. (Obviously, we are well endowed with Deeps here, being a mining area). Though if there are Drums, as a resident of the area, I am not sure if I am supposed to flee in terror from flame and shadow, or pile out to skitter menacingly up and down, waving something pointy at The Party as it comes through.
So far, there are no drums in the deep. (Obviously, we are well endowed with Deeps here, being a mining area). Though if there are Drums, as a resident of the area, I am not sure if I am supposed to flee in terror from flame and shadow, or pile out to skitter menacingly up and down, waving something pointy at The Party as it comes through.
- Current Mood:
trapped
Comments
When the men have finished chopping up the tree, will they start upon the firmly-wedged caravan?
I wonder what shoes one wears for skittering in. I could wave a garden fork, that's quite menacing. Or a billhook.
Gandalf: Our way is blocked by blokes felling a tree. We must take the narrow bend.
Gimli: My kinsfolk drove their horse-cart through there. I would fain see the narrow bend of old.
Aragorn: My memories of the narrow bend are evil.
Boromir: We could always drive through
Gandalf: That, too, is perilous. There are many sighthounds.
Later...
Aragorn: See, Gandalf, I told you the caravan would get stuck.
Edited at 2012-07-30 21:07 (UTC)
*falls over laughing*