Pixie Dust & Prose (INACTIVE AND CLOSED BY HEAD MOD) discussion

She had the ability to touch the stars

One day, a star came down to her, and asked for her help.

Her name was Brandy. She had blond hair and blue eyes. (The color of oceans I might add.)

The young girl gasped in amazement. She wondered why a star came to her for help

As the star came closer, she noticed that it was crying

"An evil sorcerer is sealing stars from the sky, and using us as a source of power."

She already hated this sorcerer. Stars were meant to be free to do what they wished.

She suddenly remembered that her Grandpa had been reading a book on evil sorcerers yesterday.

Grandpa told her how to defeat the sorcerer... sort of.

Some even suspected that he wasn't human. But the girl knew better. He was human, He was just eccentric. And possibly cursed.

It was the curse, some guessed, that allowed Brandy to touch the stars. but Brandy always wondered how her beautiful gift could come from a curse. Secretly, she thought it might be the thing that would help her break it.

She would never admit it, but there was a small part of Brandy that hoped she wouldn't break the curse, in fear that the stars would end up being ordinary to her, that they'd end up being just some twinkling lights in a vastly dark sky, forever out of reach and ignorant of when she calls them by name.

Now she feared that the curse may have to be broken. What if she rescued the stars from the Sorcerer, only to lose them? Could she bear it? But the alternative was worse. She would still lose the stars, and they would lose their freedom. she could never allow that.

And so, she went to her grandfather's house. Perhaps there was a way not to lose her gift. But even if there wasn't, she must save the stars.

On her way there she came across a weird hole in the ground, but it didn't belong to an animal so what?...

'It belonged to a hobbit!' she realized suddenly.

She had always believed that hobbits were fictitious, but after all, if she could talk to stars, why couldn't hobbits exist? The question was whether this would be a normal hobbit, or one of the rare adventurous kinds, who might help her on her quest.

Hopefully it is an adventurous kind. she thought to herself. She decided to find out by going inside....

The hobbit was not very pleased with her for coming in unannounced.

“You didn’t happen to miss second breakfast, did you?”

(Second dinner, lol)

"I'm sorry to bother you, Mr. Hobbit," she said, looking around the room nervously. Brandy wanted to tell the hobbit about the adventure she was about to go on, but she was struggling to find the right words to explain it.

(Oops, sorry, Ocean... I pressed send slightly after you did...)

I must say this hobbit has a temper like no other. " I wasn't trying to say you eat too much" the girl said, "It's just I wanted to tell you something."

"Well..." She wasn't' quite sure how to word this. And she was feeling more certain by the moment that this hobbit was not the adventurous kind. "There is an evil sorcorer who is capturing stars, and using them for their power."

The hobbit simply stared.

"And I need to rescue them."

"How do you expect me to be able to help with that?" the hobbit said.

(sorry)

(Did u use the word s'okay because I always say it? I've never heard u say it before.)

She hesitated for a moment. "Well, Mr. Hobbit, to be honest, I'm not completely sure yet, but I was hoping you'd like to go on this adventure with me." She answered quietly.

The hobbit grunted and set down his teacup with a delicate *clink*. “Where did you get the notion that hobbits actually ENJOY going on adventures? I have a lovely little home here with a fully-stocked pantry, and I don’t plan on leaving unless it goes up in flames. Or a flood. Or any other natural disaster, really.”

"I'm sorry, sir," Brandy said. 'I just thought, perhaps... I've heard of Bilbo and Frodo Baggins, you see, and I figured I had nothing to lose. And you don't want the stars to all be captured, do you? There would be none left in the sky."

The hobbit paused and thought about it for a minute. "Well, I suppose not," he grumbled.

Brandy wasn't sure how to take. "So, would you like to help, after all?"

The hobbit sighed and looked up at some of the family portraits hanging on the walls. "It's what my uncles would have wanted me to do," he answered.