So, someone once told me about the Fair Isle of Numenor and its brave tradition of bull-leaping. That always did make me wonder about Pippin, lithe young son of a noble house, and how he used to watch his cousin Frodo run and leap the bulls, cheering his heart out from the stands, until he worked and wheedled his way into the Bull-Court despite everyone's misgivings, where he dances with a shining grin on his face. And I found myself contemplating Samwise and Rose, the caretaker of the sacred dancing-maze and his wife, and their golden-haired eldest daughter, already called the brightest star the Bull-Court's ever seen.
So I found myself wondering about these bright and lovely bull-dancing hobbits indeed. *grin*
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So, someone once told me about the Fair Isle of Numenor and its brave tradition of bull-leaping. That always did make me wonder about Pippin, lithe young son of a noble house, and how he used to watch his cousin Frodo run and leap the bulls, cheering his heart out from the stands, until he worked and wheedled his way into the Bull-Court despite everyone's misgivings, where he dances with a shining grin on his face. And I found myself contemplating Samwise and Rose, the caretaker of the sacred dancing-maze and his wife, and their golden-haired eldest daughter, already called the brightest star the Bull-Court's ever seen.
So I found myself wondering about these bright and lovely bull-dancing hobbits indeed. *grin*