p, terra, sorry for shortness. Serena reserve; forward dated to 1st December.
It was being in neutral territory that set his teeth on edge; one always had to be careful when not at home, and Frodo was no exception. Frodo always had his guard up in places like this… It was not normal though. Most would be carefree in neutral land, but alas, it was different for him. Somehow he felt a chill that was not cold, but disturbing all the same. If it was true that there were spirits and ghosts in these woods; if it was somehow proven, Frodo would not be surprised at all. And even when he half-knew it not to be true, at this moment in time he still tricked himself into spooking now and again.
It was strange here. It made his skin crawl, watching the ominous trees just standing there, crooked, gnarled, and old, but upright somehow realistically in the sodden ground. The wolf let his teeth chatter slightly, but in the end he forced them to stop. Stop being such a baby. He growled to himself, his shivers subsiding and breath becoming more even. Frodo shook his head, and carried onwards, picking up each lean limb and placing it to and fro against the ground. In optime form, as he was constantly, and lavishing in the glory of finally being packed lightweight. He seemed to always have a grin on his face and his eyes were always lit up with laughter, but there was just a little echo of something in him today, that made him even more content. The mostly black, but auburn furred and gold faced youth drummed his fingers in the air for a moment or two, ceasing the built up energy, and then sped up into a smooth jog, that was both graceful and fierce.
Frodo wasn’t even wearing a shirt today, or his beloved cloak. All he had on him was his fine red bow, a quiver full of arrows, and a sheath across his waist that homed a small, silver dagger. Mr Silvertongue felt quite naked, but was happy. He could move swiftly, and make no sound at all as he skid along smooth grass. He managed to knock away all thoughts of foolish fears, and focused on the reason he was here today; he was to hunt.
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