OOC here! Weell, some of this is kinda made up as I don't know where I'm going with the joining post yet. So lets just say, even though the stables got damaged or whatever, that Frodo and Strider spent the night in there XD wc; 365
Strider had earned a well deserved rest. He now lay, still sleeping - which was unusual for him as he often woke up earlier than his master - in the rather damaged stables. It was just Frodo's luck that they had came just after a snowstorm had hit the pack, but of course he was happy to be in the small family all the same. The young man would have much liked to continue sleeping just like his horse, yet his daily routine of waking up at six in the morning to travel had got the better of him, and it was now that he lay on his front, quiet as a mouse, buried in leaves as he watched a young doe- a kind of deer that never in his life had he seen before.
Mr Silvertongue shifted his weight slowly, as he had begun to get cramped up in the small space, concealed behind the roots of a tree. With immense difficulty, he wound his bow silently from his shoulder and lifted it over his body, learned fingers automatically sliding into place in the correct position. The experienced hunter, knowing and wise from learning in a pack of traveler-gypsies, reached for an arrow and slid it into place. Frodo stroked the familiar end of the sleek wood, claws brushing through eagle feathers.
The lone female continued to pull up strings of grass, lipping at the edible greenery. Frodo really was amazed with her appearance- he thought he had known every single type of creature but he had been wrong. Positioned just outside the fence, carefully avoiding actual pack owned herds on the territory, he sighed. He really hoped the Doe had no herd- he wished for her to be but a young filly just weaned from her mother. But of course, he could not be sure, as even when he studied her every movement she was but a foreign being to him.
Lips pursed, ginger locks tossed out of the way, he drew back the string and swung his arrow in the direction of the female's chest. He was but seconds away from taking her down. All he had to do was let go.
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