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Post by tiff on Mar 8, 2011 18:29:04 GMT -5
Winnie yet again could be seen in the forest a little bit as she sat in between a large tree's roots. Gentle humming left her lips as she continued to knit the square that she had been working on for quiet sometime, that was now a rectangle. Her legs were spread out in front of her, and her ankles were crossed. Reaching over she took the cup she had brought with her and took a sip, it being water. She didn't mind mead but she had a rough couple of days and didn't want to feel anymore under the weather if she had too much. The humming grew a little louder and she finished a row.
The gentle autumn breeze blew threw her blond ringlet curls and she reached up to wisp hair away from her face, moving her fingers to tuck locks behind her ear. No soft nickering or gentle stamping of Nani's foot could be heard this time because she didn't bring her with her. She figured she was going to regret that later. Putting down her knitting she looked over at the small bag she brought and reached in, taking out a few nuts and putting them into her mouth. At least she was smart enough to bring food and a pitcher of water. The sun peaked through the trees and gently warmed her face and lap, a small smile on her face. Bree loved the way the sun felt on her skin.
Right before she was going to close her eyes, she heard some rustling, as if someone stepping through leaves. Her baby blue and green eyes snapped open as she turned her head back and forth, trying to see who it was. The tree was too big so instead she decided to use her voice,"Someone there?" she called out.
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Post by frodobaggins on Mar 9, 2011 20:46:14 GMT -5
 Frodo had been busy making sure that the party would be a great success, and therefore had been running all over the place to get certain things that they needed to make it that way. He had headed into the South Farthing in order to deliver the invitation to Sam's brother, which he did personally since there were so many invitations going out that the post office was flooded with work. Because of this, Frodo had simply decided to make a nice walk out of it, and go deliver this one himself. And yes, maybe he did it just to get away from the hectic manner of what was going on in Hobbiton at the moment, but he wasn't going to avoid it the whole day. Just until things settled again. In any case, Bilbo was helping a lot today, so Frodo didn't feel bad about leaving the other hobbits alone. He had informed Bilbo of going, so it wasn't like he was doing it against what he was supposed to be doing. And anyway he was checking to see if they had some more barrels of ale. Because, knowing partying hobbits like he did, the amount they currently had would not be good enough.
After having delivered the invitation and ordered a few barrels of ale to be delivered to Hobbiton, Frodo slowly began to make his way back. At first he stuck to the main road, figuring he should just head back, before he glanced at the trees around him, and thought it was too beautiful a day to simply stick to the path. And because of this, he made his way through the forest next to the road, taking his sweet time to enjoy the trees, and the plants that were just beginning to grow. Most were however well developed, and were a delight to any hobbit. He whistled a random tune as he walked, feeling far more comfortable being alone in the woods like this, rather than to be surrounded by hobbits, laughing and eating. He liked people just fine, but it was more peaceful to simply be alone.
As he continued along, he heard a noise, which stopped his whistling immediately. When he realized it was someone speaking, he relaxed. He wasn't sure what he had thought the noise was, but for some reason he hadn't expected it to be another hobbit. He didn't really know why, but he hadn't really thought that anyone else would be in the forest. In any case, he followed the source of the noise to find a girl knitting at the base of a tree. The dark-haired hobbit blinked in surprise and had to take a double take to make sure he was seeing what he was seeing. "Sorry, I didn't mean to invade your um...well your privacy I suppose. May I ask why you're sitting out here to knit?" Frodo spoke gently and curiously, truly wondering what had brought this girl out here. It was unusual, but then he supposed he really couldn't judge her for it, since most hobbits thought he and Bilbo were the most bizarre of them all.
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Post by tiff on Mar 9, 2011 21:14:15 GMT -5
Winnie blinked rapidly for a few seconds as she saw a hobbit appear. A light sigh left her lips as she became relieved. Her fear was that it was something worse, like a wild animal who was bigger then her. Bree smiled lightly and shrugged, putting her knitting next to her."It's ok good sir, not very private if I'm knitting in an open forest where anyone can roam," she spoke gently as her smile grew wider. She didn't mean to be a smart aleck, it just kind of happened with the way she answered him. Her baby blue with green eyes looked into his as she brought her legs closer to her body."I apologize if that came out rude" she spoke gently.
Winnie always looked into another's eyes when she was speaking to them, she felt it was respectful."Well it's a beautiful day out today and I love to go outside,it's relaxing, I actually do this a lot you just happened to have caught me today. I am generally out and about in the Eastern part of the Shire" she spoke with another smile yet again. Winnie was a happy and kind person, it was rare to catch her on a day when she wasn't either. It generally only happened if she was incredibly angry or sad, both those instances rarely happened.
Her eyes moved to her cup as she brought it to her lips and took another sip, sitting it down on a flat part of the grass."May I ask what you are doing out in the forest?" she asked gently as her eyes flashed back up at him. Since Winnie was observant, she took in his attire and his physical appearance. He looked young, but not too young, and his clothing seemed fresh. So it seemed to her that he wasn't out doing hard labor, rather taking it easy like herself. Her eyes moved to his eyes as she waited for a response patiently.
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