Writing Fiction Exercise #2

He was hanging upside down at his usual side fence like he had been doing almost every night since summer began. The chilly night breeze and quiet somehow brought a sense of peace to his pondering mind of a possum.

His thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the unfamiliar sound of bare feet running along the pavement below. The sound grew louder as it got nearer and then it stopped right where he was.

Haddon Gelai blinked his eye, trying to make out what this strange creature could possibly be. "Excuse me!" said the strange human-looking creature. Haddon looked around for another human whom this creature could possibly be addressing. There was none. "I'm talking to you. Yes you, dear furry one," the creature continued. It wasn't often that humans spoke to possums in this day, but then again this one didn't really seem quite human to begin with anyway. He was awfully short for a grown man , looking the age he was. Haddon blinked again.

"I'm looking for Lothlórien, the city of the elves. I seem to have lost my way for this city looks nothing like what I would expect of elves."

There was an awkward silence between the two.

The short human broke it.

"Oh I'm sorry, how rude of me. I forgot to introduce myself! I'm Frodo Baggins, a hobbit from the Shire. It's a lovely place really. I do miss it from time to time. The cheerful flowers in spring, fancy fireworks during the festive season, and... well, all that doesn't quite relate to our present dilemma now does it?"

Haddon really wasn't quite sure what to say...