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The Adventures of Opopa: Bingo 2, Cross Country

31 Jul

Chapter 2

Cross Country

There’s a message
-FLOATING
In the air
Crazy horses riding everywhere

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Opopa was not the best rider in the world but he was far from the worst, he preferred riding cross country to the ‘roads’ and ‘byways’ of the Shire. The latter, with their lush verges and stone walls, he felt restricted by, whereas the former, he was free to improvise at any moment. If he fancied jumping a wall yonder, not exactly directly in the direction of travel he would. Indeed over the years he had developed a theory that time was relative, and travelling was sped up immeasurably by fun.

You can run in a straight line to your goal and get there ‘quickly’, but out of breath and not exactly happy. But by letting oneself be waylaid from ones path and amusing oneself, admittedly normally by whatever drinking establishment he encountered, he finally got to his destination jolly, the journey had been painless and even enjoyable. Sometimes he never did get to his intended destination but ended up somewhere entirely different. Opopa agreed with the hobbit philosopher, Fosco Chubb-Baggins*, who is quoted as saying, ‘The path into the light seems dark, the path forward seems to go back and the direct path seems long. Yet if you do not change direction, you may end up where you are heading. It’s all relatively straightforward in a kind of roundabout way!’

It’s a warning
It’s in every tongue
Gotta stop them crazy
Horses on the run

Arriving in Tuckborough, Opopa road directly into the open doorway of the library, he was dismounted the instant he passed the threshold of the large hobbit hole. Horses do not like to enter inside structures of middle earth and wait  patiently outside, ready to be called for their next journey. They even follow the owner, silently and unseen through the most hazardous of landscapes, always just a whistle away. Opopa knew how to whistle, ‘Just put your lips together and blow.’** He did prefer drinking to whistling but a good whistle had the added factor of making him look slightly more innocent, useful for a burglar!

What a show, there they go
Smoking up the sky, yeah
Crazy horses all got riders
And they’re you and I

Crazy horses
Crazy horses

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The librarian was new, and knew just what Opopa was looking for, 3 glowing tomes, lootification sense kicking in again, 3 cookbooks, sat upon the top of a bookshelf. Opopa picked up one to look at and superfast, the librarian whipped the others away. It looked as if Opopa had selected a cooking book for Bingo. He tried to protest to the librarian when suddenly a hugely tall elf burst into the low library and rushed over, Opopa turned to greet the new arrival, and said, “Hello!” But the crimson cloaked elf pushed past without a thought and after a quick exchange with librarian left again! Barging past, almost through Opopa! He considered better of trying to see the other cookbooks and also took his leave from the library.

The librarian simply noted down Opopa’s name in a ledger…

Never stop and they never die
They just keep on puffin
How they multiply

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Opopa demonstrated his ability to whistle, he put his lips together and blew! His horse quickly arrived and with agile aplomb he lept onto his mount and was off. Of course he quickly veered from the cobbled path and headed over a fence and across a field in the general direction of Michel Delving. Zig zagging in obvious enjoyment, speeding up his journey in his mind if not actually in reality.

Luckily for Bingo there were no bars enroute between Tuckborough and his home, Opopa arrived as the sun was setting to find a mounted horseman in conversation with Bingo.

“What the!” Opopa exclaimed as he realized it was the same rude elf!

He rode directly up to the elf but the elf turned and departed just before Opopa was close enough to make a grab for him, he would have relieved him of a few baubles as a punishment for his impoliteness, maybe with a lighter load the elf would make better time to his destination…

Bingo was pleased to see Opopa. His face lit up in excitement as Opopa passed him the cookbook, with a lick of a finger tip he was flicking through pages and um’ing and ah’ing. He had forgotten Opopa was even there, still mounted, waiting. Suddenly a piece of parchment slipped out of the book and fell to the floor at his feet. Distracted from his culinary imaginings he scooped down and plucked it up, gingerly opening it out to reveal a map of sorts, an old one.

“What’s this?” He exclaimed, “Is this yours?” Opopa shook his head, while at the same time moving closer, as close as his horse would allow, to try and get a better look at the paper in Bingo’s shaking hands.

Bingo suddenly thrust the papers at Opopa, “Not for me, not for me. Here you take this. Yes take this to the Mathom house, they will know what to do with it.” He thrust the papers at Opopa and ran off with his cookbook into his hole.

Crazy horses
Will they never halt
If they keep on moving
Then it’s all our fault

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Opopa had nothing to lose, and his lootificaion sense was still pinging strongly, so he headed off to the Mathom house directly, which took a considerable force of will to resist his own his thirst and the idea of a cool and lonely Sid. He rode directly to the house on the hill above the Bird and Baby. Out of necessity, there was little room for diversions for fun to speed the trip up.

Again the rude elf was riding off as he arrived…

The Mathom society were happy to receive the map but refused at the last to take it, perplexing Opopa until he followed the gaze of the Mathom official to a red faced, panting Bingo, who had run half way up the hill.

“No, no, no, no, no! I have changed my mind. Changed my MIND!” He screamed, before breaking down again, sobbing, bent over, gasping for air, hands on knees. Opopa quickly rode over. “I have changed my mind…” He said, feebly to the floor, “I want to investigate the map myself!” And more forcefully, “I want to have an ADVENTURE!”

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What a show, there they go
Smoking up the sky, yeah
Crazy horses all got riders
And they’re you and I

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Bingo had calmed down and Opopa had agreed to help out as best as he could. There was something about Bingo, he emanated an aura of adventure, it was not only a whiff of ‘loot’, something big, something special was going to happen to Bingo. Opopa sensed this, and was drawn to it, he had decided to follow Bingo Boffin the Adventurer to wherever he would go.

Bingo in return had promised much and handed over, so far, very little; a few gold tokens of weird design. He’d explained that he had come into an agreement with a new merchant to the shire, down near the Michel Delving stables. That the tokens could be exchanged for gifts with him and him only!

Opopa of course went to investigate and found the merchant dour and unfriendly, he handed over the tokens and the merchant wordlessly handed back a brown rabbit. Too confused to protest, Opopa accepted the trade. The confusion grew when the rabbit started to speak to him…

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Opopa was thirsty, it had been a long day, he had covered a lot of country, much more than was necessary having fun. He had been active! Opopa at last gave up the good fight and went back to Sid, who had missed him. The regulars at the Bird and Baby acknowledged his return with a nod and a wink, no one paid any attention to the brown rabbit that hopped down beside him.

Opopa ordered a few beers to begin with. His thoughts were unordered and chaotic. He looked down at the rabbit and downed a pint.

The brown rabbit scratched his ear, he had been waiting patiently but enough was enough, “Now listen here hobbit! I crossed many countries to get here. You! Are! Going! To talk to me…”

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So take a good look around
See what they’ve done
What they’ve done
They’ve done, they’ve done
They’ve done, they’ve done
They’ve done, they’ve done

Crazy horses
Crazy horses

Crazy horses
Crazy horses

The Osmonds – ‘Crazy Horses

NOTES: 
*The Hobbit Name Generator was used to change Lao Tzu…whom I apologize to for messing with your wise words! Entering ‘Ying Yang’ gives Borgulas Goodbody, I am so going to use this…
**Lauren Bacall’s full quotation was “If you want me just whistle. You know how to whistle don’t you? Just put your lips together and blow.” Funnily enough if she was a hobbit she would be called: Myrtle Gamgee-Took. Humphrey Bogart  would be Minto Deepdiver!

LOTRO: THE END! Confirmed…

16 Jan

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The end of the YULE FESTIVAL …DONT PANIC!

‘This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the end

Of our elaborate plans, the end
Of everything that stands, the end
No safety or surprise, the end
I’ll never look into your eyes…again

Can you picture what will be
So limitless and free
Desperately in need…of some…stranger’s hand
In a…desperate land’
The Doors – ‘The End’

I was getting frustrated at the indefiniteness of a quite definite point in an event, ‘the end’ of the Yule festival 2015. I searched forums and posted comments I even joined the LOTRO TWITCH feed last night  for the first time ever (A lot of HARDCORE fans were in attendance.) and was at first disappointed to not get an answer but Frelorn was later informed that it was going to end on the 16th…or TODAY, I presumed that meant I would have 1 more day of trying to get that cock-horse but was actually disappointed to realize at 5am that the festival was over, was strange to see the area empty, devoid of NPCs with their golden rings.

So even the deadline given was less clear than just waiting for reality to kick in, for ‘the end’ to manifest itself…

It did, the YULE FESTIVAL 2015 is over, about 21 DAYS of my participation on 8 alts has not resulted in the desired hobby-horse appearing…I had promised myself to take whichever character ‘won’ it a trip to level cap! (Even if it was my lazy, but rich, one-legged, RP, burglar, hobbit on Laurelin….) Maybe there will be a winner next year?

So on to the ‘desperate land’ on to Mirkwood with Tsukuld…

‘This is the end’

The Doors

‘If you do not change direction, you may end up where you are heading.’

Lao Tzu

‘In the end, it’s not the years in your life that count. It’s the life in your years.’

Abraham Lincoln

‘I seldom end up where I wanted to go, but almost always end up where I need to be.’

Douglas Adams