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[iorhael]

[The screen comes on, to reveal one uncertain hobbit. This isn't at all what he is used to, but now that he has taken a closer look, interest takes over. Frodo leans in close and murmuring under his breath]

Such a fantastic glass.

[. He has gotten more used to it since the first time, but it still impresses him. Frodo clears his throat, all business and aware (so he has been told - and seen, unintentionally, thanks to Rick O'Connell's luck with the tablets) that he may have a number of eyes on him, more than he might expect. It feels odd speaking into this thing, rather than a group he can see, that for a moment, he finds himself pausing. He may never get used to this.

Now. Where to begin?]

My name is Frodo; well met to all of you. I wish it were under better circumstances, but as a good many already know, it seems we are quite stranded here for the time being.

There is one thing I wish to ask of you all; has anyone seen any other hobbits around? They would be small compared to you Big Folk, with curly hair on head and feet, and pointed ears.

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np!

[iorhael]

A smial. I suppose you could call it an exceptionally comfortable hobbit hole, with wood walls and floors, and a good hearth or two and a well-stocked larder.

[inthejunk]

...So, it's a house in the ground?

[Well you're a strange, fascinating little dude.]

Huh. Guess you must feel right at home around here.

[iorhael]

In a manner of speaking; the roofs would be part of a hill-side.

I am afraid not; this place is too cold and unnatural to me, too big in places.

[inthejunk]

Oh, right. I bet you need a step stool to reach the toilets. That's gotta be a pain.

[iorhael]

[Frodo gives him an odd look]

...Personal business is best left private, but yes, I suppose that would be a concern.

[inthejunk]

Right. Sorry about that. I'm not used to all my conversations being public domain yet. Uh. Anyway.

[He doesn't seem especially ashamed of himself for asking. Kids can be frank, alas. Though he does give Frodo an interested look in return.]

How will people see your hairy feet to tell? Don't you guys wear shoes?

[iorhael]

It hardly seems like a topic for everyday conversation, even without such a wide audience.

[you seem a little peculiar to him, but children will be children. Frodo goes on]

We rarely, if ever, wear shoes; they tend to get in the way of a good walk.

[inthejunk]

In primary we had smaller toilets. Except at home, but that one was traditional because my grandmother...actually, I guess you don't want to know.

[It's pretty boring around here for a war zone. He's got to entertain himself with stupid things. Sorry little dude. Now, about the shoes.]

You think so? Mine never get in the way! I've got like twenty pairs at home. If I trip over something, it's usually not the shoes though.

[iorhael]

You are quite right, I have already heard more than enough for one day on the matter!

Is it usual for Men to own so many?

I do; you can't get a good feel for the ground if your foot is cooped up, nor do you get the feel of the breeze through the hair on one's feet. Shoes seem rather bulky to me.

[inthejunk]

What's that supposed to mean?

[He's seeing that as an attack on his masculinity. Whoops. Have a dirty look.]

And by the way, that's kind of gross, you know.

[iorhael]

It means that private business is best kept as it is named; private.

[now he's giving him an odd look]

Gross? There's nothing of the sort about one's feet; any hobbit can and will take pride in them, you know.

[inthejunk]

That's not what I-

[This translate button needs a translate button.]

Never mind. If I see any short, hairy people I'll direct them to you.

[iorhael]

Thank you.

[inthejunk]

Anytime, Mr. Hobbit.