What A number of Dwarf Peace Party meet at Pott Manor to discuss burning issues of the day. Who Filby Pott (#29680).........himself, Wally Pott, Dilly Pott, Rob Pott Dharlon Took (#27754).......himself Grogodoc Brandybuck (#???...himself [unfinished] On this particular night, when the moon is rising higher and higher into the sky and the last rays of sun are sinking into the west, only a few little folk are bustling about Delving-town. Pott Manor is winding down for the day, and hobbits are walking upstairs to go to bed. Filby Pott can be seen walking down the staircase and into the house's long foyer. He stretches a bit, rather tired, and walks up to a trio of hobbit-lads playing in the hall.

"All right, you three, off to bed," he chides the boys. "Now, now, Wally, I don't want to hear about it; your parents are waiting for you upstairs. And you too, Dilly, and Rob, go on now. Uncle Filby is expectiong a few guests over." The three good little lads chuckle amongst themselves before skipping up the stairs to their comfortable little beds.

The little fellow walks up to the manor's little round door and peeks out the transom. "I hope they get here soon," he mumbles to himself. "Ah well, might as well wait."

With these quiet words he opens a side door into a cosy little sitting-room, where he sits slowly down into a hobbit-sized sofa and waits for the others to arrive.

Dharlon walks in slightly after Grogodoc, and looks around. He sees only Filby and Grogodoc around, but he smiles and Grogodoc, and extends a hand to him, smiling "Hullo, don't beilive we've met. My name's Dharlon Took... Founder, and current leader of this little group... And you might be?"

Grogodoc says, "I'm Grogodock Brandybuck, coming over from Buckland. I'm glad to meet you."

"Eh? Hullo there?" Filby sits up in his seat to see what the noise is. "Oh, Master Took, you've finally come! And I see you've brought a friend? Grogodoc, you say? From Buckland? Pleasure meeting you, then, and come in." He motions for them to enter the manor's cosy sitting-room.

Dharlon follows in, chattering a bit as he does "I didn't think any from Buckland would trek all the way out here... I have a friend in Buckland right now-" He stops and says "I mean, I don't... er I do but..." He cuts himself off and grins nervously "It's quite a long story, I won't bore you with the details...

Grogodoc answers: "Well, if he's from the Buckland, I might know him. So feel free to tell more, I'm always up for a good story."

Filby nods to the arrivals. "Right, then. Shall we get down to business, then? Is there anything about the D.P.P. that needs speaking about, or is Master Brandybuck here to join?" The old hobbit looks quizically at Dharlon.

Grogodoc asks: "D.P.P. ? I've never heard of it. Is that what this meeting is supposed to be about?"

A couple of hobbits walk in, talking. upon getting in, they look around, trying to find the meeting.

Dharlon smacks his head with the back of his palm "Oh right, first things first. Yes, that's what this meeting is about, the Dwarven Peace Party, guess you haven't heard of it back in Buckland. Anyway we are commited to trying to keep peace and good relations with Dwarven Folk, which will lead to less stress for hobbits and dwarves, and better econimic prosperty as we can keep the lines of trade open!" He notices two new hobbits "Well hullo..." As the door opens and three more hobbits enter. He glances at the clock and frowns "I guesss this all that are coming... I was hoping for a bigger crowd, but no problem, We'll just make do..."

"Of course. I don't see why most hobbits speak ill of dwarves; some of them are actually quite charming," Filby butts in. "Actually, I've got something of a correspondance with one in the Lonely Mountain; you remember Jorin, don't you, Dharlon?"

Grogodoc suddenly feels tired. "I guess I better head back to the Inn now, I'm tired from the long travel." he mumbles. "Oh yes, have peace and good-bye till tomorrow." he says as he gets up to leave. "Many thanks for the invitation, nice to meet you all.".

Filby says, "Of course. It was a pleasure speaking with you, sir."

Dharlon shakes his head "He left fast. Oh well. Yes, I remember Jorin. Why?" He looks aroudn at the crowd "Please sit down, the meeting will start in a moment."

"Of course." Filby nods. "He's no longer in the Shire, of course. I assume that Mister Golson found him and they're on their way back to the Mountain. Capital fellow, Ashbeard, I'd have liked to get to know him better." A younger hobbit walks in with a glass bottle.