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He couldn't help but snort slightly in uncontrollable laughter when Ibycus tried to join in, yet failed just a little. Still he slapped the italian wolf on the back with a grin and then quickened his pace and lengthened his strides, still dancing just a little bit but managing to controll his eagerness for the most part. His ears perked up in answer to the question and Frodo found himself dreaming about this land called Italy in his mind, and he smiled softly. It's soundin' as fine as a turtle shell. he mused dreamily, drumming stray fingers on his thighs.
His new friend then asked Frodo what tales he had, and he tilted his head with a knowing smile. Many. he managed finally, scratching his ginger locks while thinking of one to tell him about how he was born a gypsy, and always on the move, and how hard he found it to be tied down in a pack. He could even tell him about how he'd recently been captured by pirates and forced to work as a cabin boy.... finally, Frodo decided to tell Ibycus the story of his life, and that he did, as they walked to their destination in a hearty manor.
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