Tingham
In Cryo Sleep
[mod]A link to part one to refresh people's memory. /bone 
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“Hey guys” Said Midge. Imaginative as always.
“Why hello there little fellow. You’re a ducky one” Said Bradley. “Im Bradley and This is Jamiekins.. erm ..this is Jamie
The author wishes to point out that the aforementioned character “Jamiekins” and “Brad” are most definitely not of a nature, homosexual or otherwise. They are, in fact, a duo of travelling sex education teacher merely trying to make a difference.
“So” said Brad “Where are you fellows going?”
Midge drew breath, wondering how best to express what he wanted to say. “We are, in fact, embarking on a trek of epic proportions to walk the long and lonely road over the greatest mountains and through the deepest and darkest places of the world. We are going to explore the hidden ways and we are going to barter with clans ancient for passage through their hidden and lonesome lands, until at last we set eyes upon our long sought for goal. We then intend to scale this geological geo-leviathan and accomplish, at last, our goal”.
Brads smile didn’t change, he looked at Titan. Titan looked sullenly at Midge for a second and then said:
“We are going to put a fucking bracelet in a fucking mountain”.
Jamie looked at them, his face indicating the contemplation within as the magnitude of the task ahead for the two young ones in front of him. He drew him self up to his not inconsiderable size (for a Hobbit) and asked:
“Can we come?”.
“Bring on the Trumpets!” Added Brad, for measure.
And so the Hobbits journeyed into the Barrens, heading for the village known as Crossroads. As night fell, they camped in a ditch and started to make dinner.
Not far away. An old Hobbit at camp Turajo heard a knocking on his door. The old man was not used to visitors at this hour, and his apprehension grew. He glanced out of the window, but could see nothing. Slowly, he crept towards his door. He opened it slowly, and glanced up.
Towering above the old Hobbit was a horse. On it, clad and cowed in grey robes was a figure far taller than any Tauren. Behind it lurked another one.
It seemed to the old man that they sucked the happiness out of the air. There very presence seemed to assault his mind with shadows.
“Oi Fag” Said the First one. He had no name, but had once been known as “Peterson”, “Where’s the hobbits”
The Second one, the dark rider formerly known as “Masia” was considerably smaller than Peterson and begun to swing a large spiky ball on a chain to intimidate the man. Unfortunately he was finding out that it really was a very big ball and he really was quite small. If he stopped, it would result in a short and painful demonstration of a contracting circle. There was an equal chance that the target would be hit by the ball, or by Masia. Neither prospect pleased.
The two riders headed north. The man had been reluctant , but with enough “Encouragement” from Masia had eventually pointed north. They were headed for the Crossroads. It was the only place the Hobbits could have gone.
[/mod]“Hey guys” Said Midge. Imaginative as always.
“Why hello there little fellow. You’re a ducky one” Said Bradley. “Im Bradley and This is Jamiekins.. erm ..this is Jamie
The author wishes to point out that the aforementioned character “Jamiekins” and “Brad” are most definitely not of a nature, homosexual or otherwise. They are, in fact, a duo of travelling sex education teacher merely trying to make a difference.
“So” said Brad “Where are you fellows going?”
Midge drew breath, wondering how best to express what he wanted to say. “We are, in fact, embarking on a trek of epic proportions to walk the long and lonely road over the greatest mountains and through the deepest and darkest places of the world. We are going to explore the hidden ways and we are going to barter with clans ancient for passage through their hidden and lonesome lands, until at last we set eyes upon our long sought for goal. We then intend to scale this geological geo-leviathan and accomplish, at last, our goal”.
Brads smile didn’t change, he looked at Titan. Titan looked sullenly at Midge for a second and then said:
“We are going to put a fucking bracelet in a fucking mountain”.
Jamie looked at them, his face indicating the contemplation within as the magnitude of the task ahead for the two young ones in front of him. He drew him self up to his not inconsiderable size (for a Hobbit) and asked:
“Can we come?”.
“Bring on the Trumpets!” Added Brad, for measure.
And so the Hobbits journeyed into the Barrens, heading for the village known as Crossroads. As night fell, they camped in a ditch and started to make dinner.
Not far away. An old Hobbit at camp Turajo heard a knocking on his door. The old man was not used to visitors at this hour, and his apprehension grew. He glanced out of the window, but could see nothing. Slowly, he crept towards his door. He opened it slowly, and glanced up.
Towering above the old Hobbit was a horse. On it, clad and cowed in grey robes was a figure far taller than any Tauren. Behind it lurked another one.
It seemed to the old man that they sucked the happiness out of the air. There very presence seemed to assault his mind with shadows.
“Oi Fag” Said the First one. He had no name, but had once been known as “Peterson”, “Where’s the hobbits”
The Second one, the dark rider formerly known as “Masia” was considerably smaller than Peterson and begun to swing a large spiky ball on a chain to intimidate the man. Unfortunately he was finding out that it really was a very big ball and he really was quite small. If he stopped, it would result in a short and painful demonstration of a contracting circle. There was an equal chance that the target would be hit by the ball, or by Masia. Neither prospect pleased.
The two riders headed north. The man had been reluctant , but with enough “Encouragement” from Masia had eventually pointed north. They were headed for the Crossroads. It was the only place the Hobbits could have gone.
