There once was a hobbit by the name of William Bunce. He had curly blonde hair, brown eyes, and was very "well rounded". The problem, though, was that William Bunce was considered by many hobbits to be very peculiar. For example, you may have already known that there is a certian standard held by many respectable hobbits on how a hobbit should conduct himself. You may drink beer to the point of a stupor, you may smoke pipeweed as much as you wish-though I hear that this is indeed hazardous to your lungs-you may garden until the cows come home, and you are free to live a very quiet, peaceful living as best you can.
But you musn't enage yourself frequently with "outlandish" folk, you must not talk about anything dangerous-like, for instance, going off into the blue-you must not be adventurous, and you must not exhibit anything outside the normal hobbit demeanor. To do so would earn yourself a public scorn of some sorts. Unfortuntaly for Mr. Bunce, he could not not do these forbidden things.

I could not tell you when these frightful habbits started, but up to this very point Mr. Bunce would always talk to outlandish folk whenever he could, he would always talk about going off into the blue,-which is a very stupid act if you were in the Shire-he would constantly leave the home for an extended amount of time, and aside from being just plain weird, he would often invite many of his hobbit friends to join in on his little endeavours-another stupid thing to do.

William found that desires were unquenchable. The world would never stop growing for him, and whenever the world would grow to Mr. Bunce, so to would his desires to explore grow with it.
He found these whims to be simply unbearable during the fall. Whenever the place had a crisp golden feel to it, William would drift off into countless reveries, imagining himself in forests and undtrodden plains.
His desires would grow and grow, until finally, he made a very stupid decision. He decided that the Shire was simply too small, and seeing that the world was an awfly big place-especially for a hobbit-he concluded that it was high time he set out to see what else there was.

So, he packed his things. First some blankets, then food, then a map, then some more food, then a cloak, then even more food, then cloths, he then ate some of the food he packed, then realizing how foolish it was to eat said food he compensated for it, then he packed his pipe, some pots and pans, some tobacco, his walking stick, and then left.

I should mention at this point that despite Williams many horrific short comings, he did manage to scrounge one friend. This friends name was Falco Buffin. Falco had black curly hair, blue eyes, and was rather skiny for a hobbit. Despite that last disapointing note, Falco was a very respectable hobbit. He acted as a hobbit should, never talked of anything that revolved around adventures, and rarely would entertianed any forgieners-and in some cases he would engage them just to be nice.
But upon this certian starry evening, while he was sipping some tea infront of his fire side, Falco recieved a knock on his door.

"One moment." said he as he wondered who would be out and about at this time of night.

He opened the door and saw William standing there with a gleem in his eye.

"William! Why are you up at this hour?"
"Well, I could ask you the same thing. But I didn't come just to ask silly questions. Rather I came to ask you one important question."
"Alright then, spit it out."
"Would you like to accompany me on my expedition?"

Needless to say, Falco shut the door. But William knocked again, and again, and again until finally it became unbearable. Falco agreed to join him. They both ventured out into the night with a good amount of accoutrements. It was either fate or a miracle that kept both William and Falco secret during their walk. For William was whistling very loudly, and Falco wouldn't stop whining on how he was "taken against his will". Either way, now one spotted them, and they secretly passed on into the mist of the night.

OOC: I don't know where this thread is going, I was thinking that maybe William would find himself in a dangerous situation in which the plot of the story would focus around him and his companions getting out of it.
Anyone is welcome, all I ask is that you write respectively, and stick within the Tolkien lore.

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