Eyes twinkling with eagerness, ears prickling of giddiness and lungs puffing of pipe-weed! 's what you'll notice on most days of this otherwise usual looking hobbit.

From Little Delving to Bywater, to Bag end beyond ! The sun was shining, the grass plenty, now accomplished Shirriff Brambleblurr strolls the byways under the hill and over the river, clubbing a stray bear here and there but his mind lost in deep contemplation, over ... What next ?

Shirely born and bred all his short-lived memories by farmhands, eyes darting all day over Bounders and their skill at driving wolves away or even Goblins ! For a long time his ambition was chasing after the Bounders Division, but now that his sole and rare ambition as hobbits not oft inspired by much else than Elevenses'...

A loud bang! Someone broke into a hobbit hole, gondoor!
Striding frantically past the fences, practising his refined belly holding, Brambles blurs past his obstacle to identify the cause of the commotion!

Having spotted dead spiders on the door, slumped manylegs and plastered webs thousand questions arise, no time! Now tip-toeing unlike Tom stupid, Daniel awesome, Sam wise remember, what an old wise man once said coming to mind '' Best way to communicate in the dark: Shadowfax.'' Brams checked the larder first as the intruder must've definitely gone for the goodies.

Lo'and behold Larder's empty ! That was of more concern to him than the opened window through which the culprits must've escaped, a single black steel dagger left behind, but Brams knew better, he knew what they said, ''Magic is all just ... Smaug and mirrors!'' so off he went under the Hill and Over the RIver on the most troubling case in all his career, ''the empty larder !'' Going, going, Aragon !

((W.i.P.))