Dwarves and Elves, Hobbits and Wizards, I present to you, A Hobbit RP! (100% Open! I just need like *Counts fingers* 14 people I guess.)((NEWSFLASH! About 6/14 people taken!)) I OFFER FREE COOKIES!

(Yep!)

(fixed!!)

(Hes good. Alright whose on besides pay because o wanna start?)

(Sup.)

(Hey Shade!(

(Hi!)

(So I was thinking that maybe, Gandalf has us go after the company to help them with a trap and takig over the mountain. But I don't really know how to get all the characters together if that makes sense?)

(….Yeah mysterious letter?)

(Yeah ok, that seems Gandalf enough.)

(Idk sounds good to me. Taurin probably followed 'Seester' lol)

(Wait where should they meet?)

(Stereotypical tavern?)

(Yeah, good point ok.So this is going to like eh on both movie and book.)

(Ok… Where is the tavern?)

(Should we use the prancing pony? ((NO SPOLIERS, IM ONLY ON BOOK ONE!))

Lol that's gonna be hard)

(oh gosh. its been so long im realizing how blurred everything is now ahhh)

(^^^^^^^^^^^)

(Sure I don't even remember where that is lol. Taurin does happen to have a pony, though, so he will be riding her)

(Prancing Pony is in Bree, where they meet Strider.)

(Yee)

(Okay cool so they already began their adventure together I presume?)

(No, Like I'm going to start with them getting the letter.)

(Ohhhh okay)

(Also all the elves are going to be friends….. axtually I need to know are you from Mirkwood or Rivendall?)

(Mirkwood)

Mirkwood

(Yeah ok, one sec please.)

Gandalf had a very foul feeling that laided in gut. He had left the campany on their own for awhile for some buisness he had to attend to, but recent news of the enemy was disturbing. I can not do this alone, I need reinforcements. He thought to himself as he got out some paper and ink and quickly began writing. I shall fetch 3 elves from Mirkwood, a hobbit from the Shire along with the human-hobbit and a dwarf from the Iron Foot. He decided as he wrote. The enemy is rising, I am in need of your help, please arrive at the Prancing Pony Inn in the village of Bree, say nothing about this. -Gandalf.

Soora brought the hammer down with a spray of gold and orange sparks. Her long hair was pulled back in a eligent bun as she raises the hammer again over the red hot metal and anvil