Juste Rivers, Hobbit Extraordinaire, on Market Day

Aldina Gratly hollars at Juste.  "I'm reading fortunes tonight."

Juste Rivers: "Heys deer Missy Fit and OKAYS Missy Dina," he yells back as he sets up his stall.

Fitheach Eun: Quel "Undome, everyone."

Aldina Gratly: "Hello fit would you like to have your fortune told?"

Fitheach Eun: "Hmm, I am not sure if that is a good idea."

Aldina Gratly smiles, "Why not?"

Fitheach Eun tilts her head and smiles at Dina: "I'm an elf'"

Juste Rivers: "Missy Druid Fit 'ow you bees a'doing?"

Juste at Market in Cheshire

Fitheach Eun wanders over to Juste's stall. " I've been pretty well Juste; how have you been?"

Juste Rivers: "Oh mees doing okays, but mees is starting to gets worried bouts da dowries."

Fitheach Eun: "Dowries?"

Juste Rivers: "Yes, Missy Druid Fit, dem dowries whut are elves wif da dark skin."

Fitheach Eun: "Have you seen any around here?"

Juste Rivers: "All da hobbits getting a bit nervous jus from da talk bouts dem. And no, mees has not seen any of dem dowries."

Fitheach Eun: "I can see why you would be worried."

Juste Rivers: "Do dey bees dangerabus Missy Druid Fit?"

Fitheach Eun: "They can be dangerous, Juste; although I understand not all of them are."

   There was more to the evening; people came and went, filling their baskets with hot apple pies, meats and various pastries. It was Market Day in Cheshire, after all, and the time when folks traveled from far and wide to restock their supplies.
   Then it was over and the hobbit found himself alone in the darkened streets as all of the travelers made their way back home. "Screeee," a sound filled the air and the Hobbit let out a squeal and dropped a plate of food. It was only an owl, but he did not know that. Everyone was talking about the Drow and the Demon and all he knew was that their was mischief afoot and he was 'skeered.'
   Finally, all his foods were tucked into the big basket under the table and pulling it up into his arms, he began the walk through the forests toward home, the Hobbit Glen. Again he heard the sound, "Screeee," and just as quickly as it filtered away, he dropped the basket on the ground and ran toward home, his puny arms flailing in the night. "Da dowries is after mees," he screamed all the way home. And once there, he ran into his cottage, bolted the door, pushed a chair against it and crawled under his bed, pulling a plate of chicken under with him. After all, hobbits are always hungry, and tonight he was more so.