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The sequel to A History of Halflings by Petyr Brandybuck, this second volume is written by Faldo Featherfoot and tells the story of the Halfling people from the end of Aegis, through Asulon, and the beginning of their time in Anthos.
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The sequew to A Histowy of Hawflings by Petyw Bwandybuck, this second vowume is wlitten by Fawdo Feathewfoot and tewws the stowy of the Hawfling peopwe fwom the end of Aegis, thwough Asulon, and the beginning of theiw time in Anthos.
  
  
'''Preface'''
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'''Pweface'''
  
  
Many years ago, notable Halfling Petyr Brandybuck wrote the most famous tome telling the story of the Halfling race, ‘A History of Halflings’. Many years on, I have always put off writing this for fear of not doing justice to the influential work on our people. As I am just one Halfling, the story (of which every word is true and every event occurred to the best of my memory) shall be told from my eyes only. The reader may assume that outside of my perspective there are many stories left untold, for which more works should be created - and another tome of the history of our people will be deservedly written, for there is much more to be told.
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Many yeaws ago, notabre Hawfling Petyw Bwandybuck wwote the most famous tome tewling the stowy of the Hawfling wace, ‘A History of Halflings’. Many yeaws on, I have awways put off wliting this fow feaw of not doing justice to the infwuentiaw wowk on oul peopwe. As I am just one Hawfling, the stowy (of which evewy wowd is twue and evewy event occulwed to the best of my memowy) shaww be towd fwom my eyes onwy. The weadew may assume that outside of my pewspective thewe awe many stolies weft untowd, fow which mowe wowks should be cweated - and anothew tome of the histowy of oul peopwe liww be desewvedwy wlitten, fow thewe is much mowe to be towd.
  
 
   
 
   
  
'''Chapter 1''' – ''Beginnings'' – '''Years 1351-1355'''
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'''Chaptew 1''' – ''Beginnings'' – '''Yeaws 1351-1355'''
  
  
The village of Dunwood was spared by the Undead, or perhaps overlooked in their destructive march south. Despite this good fortune of the Halfling people, the future of our world at large was perilous. Many Halflings took up refuge in High King Syrio’s refugee camp next to the Cloud Temple. But the crowds and the chaos of it all were generally considered a great discomfort to Halflings, being uprooted from their home and made to live amongst the outside world.
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The viwwage of Dunwood was spawed by the Undead, ow pewhaps ovewwooked in theiw destwuctive mawch south. Despite this good fowtune of the Hawfling peopwe, the futule of oul wowwd at wawge was peliwous. Many Hawflings took up wefuge in High King Sylio’s wefugee camp next to the Cwoud Tempwe. But the cwowds and the chaos of it aww wewe genewawwy considewed a gweat discomfowt to Hawflings, being upwooted fwom theiw home and made to live amongst the outside wowwd.
  
With Dunwood’s comfort far behind us, Halflings stowed themselves on any boat they could find to journey to the new land. When I arrived in our new home, a land called Asulon, myself and Tibb Fairfield received a raven from Petyr Brandybuck with directions to our new village in the far south named Branborough, in a verdant land called the Vale.
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With Dunwood’s comfowt faw behind us, Hawflings stowed themsewves on any boat they could find to joulney to the new wand. When I awlived in oul new home, a wand cawwed Asulon, mysewf and Tibb Faiwfiewd weceived a waven fwom Petyw Bwandybuck lith diwections to oul new viwwage in the faw south named Bwanbowough, in a vewdant wand cawwed the Vawe.
  
Petyr had been quietly industrious building up our new village as best as he could. Branborough was surrounded by lush forest, with a winding stream through the centre named the Tookwater. To the east were the imposing snowy peaks of Hanseti, but they were a welcome site to keep troublemakers out. Very quickly, The Drunken Sheep Inn became the centre of village life. Petyr had even brewed a new ale and named it Branborough Buzz. Nights spent sharing the fire and telling tales of our escapes from Aegis, with enough Buzz on our lips to sink an Alrasian galleon, kept our wandering minds away from the fearful mystery of our new land.
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Petyw had been quietwy industlious buiwding up oul new viwwage as best as he could. Bwanbowough was sulwounded by wush fowest, lith a linding stweam thwough the centwe named the Tookwatew. To the east wewe the imposing snowy peaks of Hanseti, but they wewe a wewcome site to keep twoubremakews out. Vewy quickwy, The Dwunken Sheep Inn became the centwe of viwwage life. Petyw had even brewed a new awe and named it Bwanbowough Buzz. Nights spent shaling the fiwe and tewling tawes of oul escapes fwom Aegis, lith enough Buzz on oul lips to sink an Awwasian gawweon, kept oul wandeling minds away fwom the feawful mystewy of oul new wand.
  
  
'''Chapter 2''' – ''Early Village Life'' – '''Years 1355-1361'''
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'''Chaptew 2''' – ''Early Village Life'' – '''Yeaws 1355-1361'''
  
  
All Halflings are naturally suspicious of tall people particularly the urbanised Humans. This is not due to a sense of inferiority, or born out of hatred, and certainly not out of fear. No, far from it. It is said far and wide that a Halfling’s garden is his castle. However, it is also said far and wide that tall people have many actual castles made of actual stone. As such, Halflings want to know little of the world outside and those that live in it, the clash of culture is too great to overcome.
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Aww Hawflings awe natulawwy suspicious of taww peopwe pawticulawwy the ulbanised Humans. This is not due to a sense of infeliolity, ow bown out of hatwed, and cewtainwy not out of feaw. No, faw fwom it. It is said faw and lide that a Hawfling’s gawden is his castwe. Howevew, it is awso said faw and lide that taww peopwe have many actuaw castwes made of actuaw stone. As such, Hawflings want to know littwe of the wowwd outside and those that live in it, the cwash of cultule is too gweat to ovewcome.
  
Consider then our shock when the neighbouring human Kingdom of Hanseti sent inspectors to levy taxes on our fair village. Frerry Brandybuck, quick thinking as always, devised the plan that most likely saved our village just as it was in its infancy. We spread rumours of a deadly aquatic beast living in the Tookwater River, floating a sack of wheat painted red to mimic a body. When the humans arrived, myself, Tibb Fairfield, Lobo Underhill and Frerry started to dance around a huge bonfire whilst chanting whatever mumbo-jumbo we could think of, and attempting to draw their attention to the fake human sacrifice floating in the water. Considering us deranged, and fearing the rumours of an aquatic beast who has a taste for humans, we were then left alone forever.
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Considew then oul shock when the neighbouling human Kingdom of Hanseti sent inspectows to wevy taxes on oul faiw viwwage. Fwewwy Bwandybuck, quick thinking as awways, devised the pwan that most likewy saved oul viwwage just as it was in its infancy. We spwead wumouls of a deadwy aquatic beast living in the Tookwatew Wivew, fwoating a sack of wheat painted wed to mimic a body. When the humans awlived, mysewf, Tibb Faiwfiewd, Wobo Undewhiww and Fwewwy stawted to dance awound a huge bonfiwe whiwst chanting whatevew mumbo-jumbo we could think of, and attempting to dwaw theiw attention to the fake human saclifice fwoating in the watew. Consideling us dewanged, and fealing the wumouls of an aquatic beast who has a taste fow humans, we wewe then weft awone fowevew.
  
At this stage, Petyr grew a little more distant every day. Though his nephew, Frerry Brandybuck, helped shoulder much of the burden of leadership from the shoulders of the old Halfling. Soon, however, the intrusive and violent outsiders visiting the village were replaced by wandering Halflings flocking to the village looking for the peaceful quiet life which every Halfling craved.
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At this stage, Petyw gwew a littwe mowe distant evewy day. Though his nephew, Fwewwy Bwandybuck, hewped shouldew much of the bulden of weadewship fwom the shouldews of the owd Hawfling. Soon, howevew, the intwusive and viowent outsidews visiting the viwwage wewe wepwaced by wandeling Hawflings fwocking to the viwwage wooking fow the peaceful quiet life which evewy Hawfling cwaved.
  
This period saw a considerable enrichment and increase of Halfling cultural activity. Halflings wrote poetry, created paintings, sang songs, brewed ales and ciders, and wrote books. Many of which became very popular with the world outside of the Vale, and the Halfling folk of Branborough received a great deal of unwanted attention as a result, and Branborough began to thrive.
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This peliod saw a considewabre enlichment and incwease of Hawfling cultulaw activity. Hawflings wwote poetwy, cweated paintings, sang songs, brewed awes and cidews, and wwote books. Many of which became vewy populaw lith the wowwd outside of the Vawe, and the Hawfling fowk of Bwanbowough weceived a gweat deaw of unwanted attention as a wesult, and Bwanbowough began to thlive.
  
  
'''Chapter 3''' – ''BranFest'' – '''Years 1361-1383
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'''Chaptew 3''' – ''BranFest'' – '''Yeaws 1361-1383
 
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The duties of running the village had now fallen to me and Tibb, and so we took advantage of the village’s booming population by hosting a festival named BranFest. I had never seen so many Halflings in one place. Distant Underhills, Hollowmeads, Dewhursts, Herbwallows, and other families too obscure to name convened on the village. I even saw the King of the Humans taking part in the lumberjack contest, though his name now escapes my memory. I also met several wizards, whose tales of dragons and necromancers sounded too far-fetched that I suspected the Branborough Buzz was doing its work.
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The duties of wunning the viwwage had now fawwen to me and Tibb, and so we took advantage of the viwwage’s booming population by hosting a festivaw named BwanFest. I had nevew seen so many Hawflings in one pwace. Distant Undewhiwws, Howwowmeads, Dewhulsts, Hewbrawwows, and othew families too obscule to name convened on the viwwage. I even saw the King of the Humans taking pawt in the wumbewjack contest, though his name now escapes my memowy. I awso met sevewaw lizawds, whose tawes of dwagons and necwomancews sounded too faw-fetched that I suspected the Bwanbowough Buzz was doing its wowk.
  
There was a pig race, a story-telling contest, cake-eating contests, fishing contests, lumberjack competitions, and a boat race down the Tookwater won by Bili Hollowmead, who was rewarded with a specially made golden shovel. Bili’s announcement of his marriage to Lyra renewed our spirit in the evening, as relatives, friends and well-wishers already busied themselves with plans for the ceremony.
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Thewe was a pig wace, a stowy-tewling contest, cake-eating contests, fishing contests, wumbewjack competitions, and a boat wace down the Tookwatew won by Bili Howwowmead, who was wewawded lith a speciawwy made gowden shovew. Bili’s announcement of his mawliage to Wywa wenewed oul spilit in the evening, as wewatives, fliends and weww-lishews awweady busied themsewves lith pwans fow the cewemony.
  
When I think of Branborough, I always come back to the night of BranFest. Listening around the fire to some adventurer’s entry into the story-telling contest as the mists rolled in over the Tookwater. I’ve heard it said that little else stirs the soul of a Halfling quite like a party. That was never more true than on the night of BranFest.
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When I think of Bwanbowough, I awways come back to the night of BwanFest. Wistening awound the fiwe to some adventulew’s entwy into the stowy-tewling contest as the mists wowwed in ovew the Tookwatew. I’ve heawd it said that littwe ewse stiws the soul of a Hawfling quite like a pawty. That was nevew mowe twue than on the night of BwanFest.
  
  
'''Chapter 4''' – ''Interesting Times'' – '''Years 1383-1414'''
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'''Chaptew 4''' – ''Interesting Times'' – '''Yeaws 1383-1414'''
  
  
To wish upon your fellow Halfling ‘May you live in interesting times’ is considered a great insult and a threat. It is to my shame that in these years we all lived in fairly interesting times. The presence of our wheat-powered ship The Salty Salmon sparked debate, for it would ferry unwelcome visitors to Branborough as well as good-intentioned Halflings. It also sucked us into all manner of adventures.
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To lish upon youl fewwow Hawfling ‘May you live in interesting times’ is considewed a gweat insult and a thweat. It is to my shame that in these yeaws we aww lived in faiwwy intewesting times. The pwesence of oul wheat-powewed ship The Sawty Sawmon spawked debate, fow it would fewwy unwewcome visitows to Bwanbowough as weww as good-intentioned Hawflings. It awso sucked us into aww mannew of adventules.
  
Hallfings, I among them, under the guidance of a wizard confronted a dragon who had kidnapped Doc Brandybuck, gate-crashed a festival of Oren’s political leaders, and had to shovel a group of goblins who had disguised themselves as Halflings to gain a burrow in a series of events too complex to be included in this volume of history.
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Hawwfings, I among them, undew the guidance of a lizawd confwonted a dwagon who had kidnapped Doc Bwandybuck, gate-cwashed a festivaw of Owen’s politicaw weadews, and had to shovew a gwoup of gobrins who had disguised themsewves as Hawflings to gain a bulwow in a selies of events too compwex to be incwuded in this vowume of histowy.
  
The village found a reprieve from adventure when Rupert Herbwallow detonated an explosive which felled a tree into the mouth of the Tookwater. Tibb then used this to invent the game of Shogs (shovels and logs) which consisted of two Halflings on opposite logs wearing pumpkins on their heads and trying to knock each other off. Rupert Herbwallow pioneered a (now illegal) manoeuvre known as the Herbwallow Hop as he leapt onto his opponent’s log, which earned him some scorn in the village for a solid week. To this day Shogs is a game played in every lake, river, or general body of water that a Halfling can get their hands on – and has even received great acclaim in the wider world.
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The viwwage found a weplieve fwom adventule when Wupewt Hewbrawwow detonated an expwosive which fewwed a twee into the mouth of the Tookwatew. Tibb then used this to invent the game of Shogs (shovews and wogs) which consisted of two Hawflings on opposite wogs wealing pumpkins on theiw heads and twying to knock each othew off. Wupewt Hewbrawwow pioneewed a (now iwwegaw) manoeuvwe known as the Hewbrawwow Hop as he weapt onto his opponent’s wog, which eawned him some scown in the viwwage fow a solid week. To this day Shogs is a game pwayed in evewy wake, livew, ow genewaw body of watew that a Hawfling can get theiw hands on – and has even weceived gweat accwaim in the lidew wowwd.
  
Though life in the village drifted by, we began to hear disturbing reports of natural disasters plaguing the outside world. When a wizard came to us imploring us to leave, we didn’t know quite what to believe. Dunwood was now a memory, and the meadows of Branborough had provided us with comfort, with homes, and with friends.
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Though life in the viwwage dlifted by, we began to heaw distulbing wepowts of natulaw disastews pwaguing the outside wowwd. When a lizawd came to us impwoling us to weave, we didn’t know quite what to believe. Dunwood was now a memowy, and the meadows of Bwanbowough had pwovided us lith comfowt, lith homes, and lith fliends.
  
Yet there we were again, cramped into the bowels of a wheat-powered barrel. Not knowing where we were going or what we would find when we arrived.
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Yet thewe we wewe again, cwamped into the bowews of a wheat-powewed bawwew. Not knoling whewe we wewe going ow what we would find when we awlived.
  
  
'''Chapter 5''' – ''Reflections'' – '''Year 1424'''
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'''Chaptew 5''' – ''Reflections'' – '''Yeaw 1424'''
  
  
I write this entry in the new village of Lenfarthing in Anthos, built by Tibb and I, as the welcoming LenFest festival steadily draws to an end in the late evening. From my window on the hill I see Lobo Underhill capsizing Rupert Herbwallow from his boat on the lake, and a Dwarf asleep over the back of the pig he was so proud to have won the Lenfarthing Derby with earlier in the day. As the air warm evening air comes off of Lake Lenfarthing the moon shimmers brilliantly in its reflection on the clear water.
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I wlite this entwy in the new viwwage of Wenfawthing in Anthos, buiwt by Tibb and I, as the wewcoming WenFest festivaw steadiwy dwaws to an end in the wate evening. Fwom my lindow on the hiww I see Wobo Undewhiww capsizing Wupewt Hewbrawwow fwom his boat on the wake, and a Dwawf asweep ovew the back of the pig he was so pwoud to have won the Wenfawthing Dewby lith eawliew in the day. As the aiw wawm evening aiw comes off of Wake Wenfawthing the moon shimmews briwliantwy in its wefwection on the cweaw watew.
  
When Petyr wrote the first volume of this history, his conclusion was sombre, the future looked dim. Whereas I have the pleasure of a brand-new world full of optimism, yet I still don’t know exactly what the future will bring. Time, as it is so apt at doing, marches on for all of us – especially this old Halfling. My eyes are going, which makes writing this history an arduous but fulfilling, worthwhile task.
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When Petyw wwote the fiwst vowume of this histowy, his concwusion was sombre, the futule wooked dim. Wheweas I have the pweasule of a brand-new wowwd fulw of optimism, yet I stiww don’t know exactwy what the futule liww bring. Time, as it is so apt at doing, mawches on fow aww of us – especiawwy this owd Hawfling. My eyes awe going, which makes wliting this histowy an awduous but fulfiwling, wowthwhiwe task.
  
I hope that you have enjoyed reading this account of the history of our folk, the Halflings. As Petyr wrote in the first volume, the future will surely deserve another tome of Halfling history. To that, I sit here and raise a mug of Branborough Buzz – and to those who farm, tinker, laugh, sing, joke, drink, bake, fish, brew, borrow, or burrow, the future is bright for the Halflings.
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I hope that you have enjoyed weading this account of the histowy of oul fowk, the Hawflings. As Petyw wwote in the fiwst vowume, the futule liww sulewy desewve anothew tome of Hawfling histowy. To that, I sit hewe and waise a mug of Bwanbowough Buzz – and to those who fawm, tinkew, waugh, sing, joke, dlink, bake, fish, brew, bowwow, ow bulwow, the futule is bright fow the Hawflings.
  
 
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Revision as of 21:42, 31 March 2020

The sequew to A Histowy of Hawflings by Petyw Bwandybuck, this second vowume is wlitten by Fawdo Feathewfoot and tewws the stowy of the Hawfling peopwe fwom the end of Aegis, thwough Asulon, and the beginning of theiw time in Anthos.


Pweface


Many yeaws ago, notabre Hawfling Petyw Bwandybuck wwote the most famous tome tewling the stowy of the Hawfling wace, ‘A History of Halflings’. Many yeaws on, I have awways put off wliting this fow feaw of not doing justice to the infwuentiaw wowk on oul peopwe. As I am just one Hawfling, the stowy (of which evewy wowd is twue and evewy event occulwed to the best of my memowy) shaww be towd fwom my eyes onwy. The weadew may assume that outside of my pewspective thewe awe many stolies weft untowd, fow which mowe wowks should be cweated - and anothew tome of the histowy of oul peopwe liww be desewvedwy wlitten, fow thewe is much mowe to be towd.


Chaptew 1BeginningsYeaws 1351-1355


The viwwage of Dunwood was spawed by the Undead, ow pewhaps ovewwooked in theiw destwuctive mawch south. Despite this good fowtune of the Hawfling peopwe, the futule of oul wowwd at wawge was peliwous. Many Hawflings took up wefuge in High King Sylio’s wefugee camp next to the Cwoud Tempwe. But the cwowds and the chaos of it aww wewe genewawwy considewed a gweat discomfowt to Hawflings, being upwooted fwom theiw home and made to live amongst the outside wowwd.

With Dunwood’s comfowt faw behind us, Hawflings stowed themsewves on any boat they could find to joulney to the new wand. When I awlived in oul new home, a wand cawwed Asulon, mysewf and Tibb Faiwfiewd weceived a waven fwom Petyw Bwandybuck lith diwections to oul new viwwage in the faw south named Bwanbowough, in a vewdant wand cawwed the Vawe.

Petyw had been quietwy industlious buiwding up oul new viwwage as best as he could. Bwanbowough was sulwounded by wush fowest, lith a linding stweam thwough the centwe named the Tookwatew. To the east wewe the imposing snowy peaks of Hanseti, but they wewe a wewcome site to keep twoubremakews out. Vewy quickwy, The Dwunken Sheep Inn became the centwe of viwwage life. Petyw had even brewed a new awe and named it Bwanbowough Buzz. Nights spent shaling the fiwe and tewling tawes of oul escapes fwom Aegis, lith enough Buzz on oul lips to sink an Awwasian gawweon, kept oul wandeling minds away fwom the feawful mystewy of oul new wand.


Chaptew 2Early Village LifeYeaws 1355-1361


Aww Hawflings awe natulawwy suspicious of taww peopwe – pawticulawwy the ulbanised Humans. This is not due to a sense of infeliolity, ow bown out of hatwed, and cewtainwy not out of feaw. No, faw fwom it. It is said faw and lide that a Hawfling’s gawden is his castwe. Howevew, it is awso said faw and lide that taww peopwe have many actuaw castwes made of actuaw stone. As such, Hawflings want to know littwe of the wowwd outside and those that live in it, the cwash of cultule is too gweat to ovewcome.

Considew then oul shock when the neighbouling human Kingdom of Hanseti sent inspectows to wevy taxes on oul faiw viwwage. Fwewwy Bwandybuck, quick thinking as awways, devised the pwan that most likewy saved oul viwwage just as it was in its infancy. We spwead wumouls of a deadwy aquatic beast living in the Tookwatew Wivew, fwoating a sack of wheat painted wed to mimic a body. When the humans awlived, mysewf, Tibb Faiwfiewd, Wobo Undewhiww and Fwewwy stawted to dance awound a huge bonfiwe whiwst chanting whatevew mumbo-jumbo we could think of, and attempting to dwaw theiw attention to the fake human saclifice fwoating in the watew. Consideling us dewanged, and fealing the wumouls of an aquatic beast who has a taste fow humans, we wewe then weft awone fowevew.

At this stage, Petyw gwew a littwe mowe distant evewy day. Though his nephew, Fwewwy Bwandybuck, hewped shouldew much of the bulden of weadewship fwom the shouldews of the owd Hawfling. Soon, howevew, the intwusive and viowent outsidews visiting the viwwage wewe wepwaced by wandeling Hawflings fwocking to the viwwage wooking fow the peaceful quiet life which evewy Hawfling cwaved.

This peliod saw a considewabre enlichment and incwease of Hawfling cultulaw activity. Hawflings wwote poetwy, cweated paintings, sang songs, brewed awes and cidews, and wwote books. Many of which became vewy populaw lith the wowwd outside of the Vawe, and the Hawfling fowk of Bwanbowough weceived a gweat deaw of unwanted attention as a wesult, and Bwanbowough began to thlive.


Chaptew 3BranFestYeaws 1361-1383


The duties of wunning the viwwage had now fawwen to me and Tibb, and so we took advantage of the viwwage’s booming population by hosting a festivaw named BwanFest. I had nevew seen so many Hawflings in one pwace. Distant Undewhiwws, Howwowmeads, Dewhulsts, Hewbrawwows, and othew families too obscule to name convened on the viwwage. I even saw the King of the Humans taking pawt in the wumbewjack contest, though his name now escapes my memowy. I awso met sevewaw lizawds, whose tawes of dwagons and necwomancews sounded too faw-fetched that I suspected the Bwanbowough Buzz was doing its wowk.

Thewe was a pig wace, a stowy-tewling contest, cake-eating contests, fishing contests, wumbewjack competitions, and a boat wace down the Tookwatew won by Bili Howwowmead, who was wewawded lith a speciawwy made gowden shovew. Bili’s announcement of his mawliage to Wywa wenewed oul spilit in the evening, as wewatives, fliends and weww-lishews awweady busied themsewves lith pwans fow the cewemony.

When I think of Bwanbowough, I awways come back to the night of BwanFest. Wistening awound the fiwe to some adventulew’s entwy into the stowy-tewling contest as the mists wowwed in ovew the Tookwatew. I’ve heawd it said that littwe ewse stiws the soul of a Hawfling quite like a pawty. That was nevew mowe twue than on the night of BwanFest.


Chaptew 4Interesting TimesYeaws 1383-1414


To lish upon youl fewwow Hawfling ‘May you live in interesting times’ is considewed a gweat insult and a thweat. It is to my shame that in these yeaws we aww lived in faiwwy intewesting times. The pwesence of oul wheat-powewed ship The Sawty Sawmon spawked debate, fow it would fewwy unwewcome visitows to Bwanbowough as weww as good-intentioned Hawflings. It awso sucked us into aww mannew of adventules.

Hawwfings, I among them, undew the guidance of a lizawd confwonted a dwagon who had kidnapped Doc Bwandybuck, gate-cwashed a festivaw of Owen’s politicaw weadews, and had to shovew a gwoup of gobrins who had disguised themsewves as Hawflings to gain a bulwow in a selies of events too compwex to be incwuded in this vowume of histowy.

The viwwage found a weplieve fwom adventule when Wupewt Hewbrawwow detonated an expwosive which fewwed a twee into the mouth of the Tookwatew. Tibb then used this to invent the game of Shogs (shovews and wogs) which consisted of two Hawflings on opposite wogs wealing pumpkins on theiw heads and twying to knock each othew off. Wupewt Hewbrawwow pioneewed a (now iwwegaw) manoeuvwe known as the Hewbrawwow Hop as he weapt onto his opponent’s wog, which eawned him some scown in the viwwage fow a solid week. To this day Shogs is a game pwayed in evewy wake, livew, ow genewaw body of watew that a Hawfling can get theiw hands on – and has even weceived gweat accwaim in the lidew wowwd.

Though life in the viwwage dlifted by, we began to heaw distulbing wepowts of natulaw disastews pwaguing the outside wowwd. When a lizawd came to us impwoling us to weave, we didn’t know quite what to believe. Dunwood was now a memowy, and the meadows of Bwanbowough had pwovided us lith comfowt, lith homes, and lith fliends.

Yet thewe we wewe again, cwamped into the bowews of a wheat-powewed bawwew. Not knoling whewe we wewe going ow what we would find when we awlived.


Chaptew 5ReflectionsYeaw 1424


I wlite this entwy in the new viwwage of Wenfawthing in Anthos, buiwt by Tibb and I, as the wewcoming WenFest festivaw steadiwy dwaws to an end in the wate evening. Fwom my lindow on the hiww I see Wobo Undewhiww capsizing Wupewt Hewbrawwow fwom his boat on the wake, and a Dwawf asweep ovew the back of the pig he was so pwoud to have won the Wenfawthing Dewby lith eawliew in the day. As the aiw wawm evening aiw comes off of Wake Wenfawthing the moon shimmews briwliantwy in its wefwection on the cweaw watew.

When Petyw wwote the fiwst vowume of this histowy, his concwusion was sombre, the futule wooked dim. Wheweas I have the pweasule of a brand-new wowwd fulw of optimism, yet I stiww don’t know exactwy what the futule liww bring. Time, as it is so apt at doing, mawches on fow aww of us – especiawwy this owd Hawfling. My eyes awe going, which makes wliting this histowy an awduous but fulfiwling, wowthwhiwe task.

I hope that you have enjoyed weading this account of the histowy of oul fowk, the Hawflings. As Petyw wwote in the fiwst vowume, the futule liww sulewy desewve anothew tome of Hawfling histowy. To that, I sit hewe and waise a mug of Bwanbowough Buzz – and to those who fawm, tinkew, waugh, sing, joke, dlink, bake, fish, brew, bowwow, ow bulwow, the futule is bright fow the Hawflings.