Liave Hacca

Together we are a band of friends and allies bonded in our struggle to protect our family, our friends, and our great land. Where ever darkness grows and fear rules we will be there to give hope to those who need it, whatever the cost.

Liave Hacca: A Minstrels Tale

     Days in the Shire have changed since the return of Mr Bilbo Baggins several years ago and especially now with the sudden departure of Fro... ahem..Mr. Underhill. Many Hobbits have have become curious about life beyond Bounder's territory, which at one time was very unhobbit-like. My name is Chucklebury Bookbinder, Minstrel of Middle-Earth. I like add that bit in the end there it makes me sound more prestigious don't you think. I left the Shire very soon after Mr. Gandolf's last visit to the Shire during Mr. Bilbo's birthday celebration. After the party I knew that something was up so I packed my knapsack and hid near Bag end and waited for the everyone to leave so that I could follow. They would have to let me come if we were already on the road. My plan however was not unique to myself. You see only 2 shrubberies away was young Samwise Gamgee. The difference between our plans though was not in the planning but in the execution. You see I had packed a delicious food, I here that many don't eat as well as us Hobbits and I wanted to hold on to that as long as I could. Unfortunately that was exactly until elevenses. I ate a hearty good-bye to the Shire meal and promptly fell asleep I was so comfy on the moss that I slept entirely through, I'm ashamed to say, lunch and afternoon tea.

     When I awoke I hurriedly gathered my knapsack, Lute and walking stick and hurried out of the Shire to find unknowing companions. On my way out I came across a Hobbit farm infested with spiders and being the potentially dashing adventurer that I was I offered my services. I am still working on that song so I won't get into the details but in summary I was saved from a horrifying wraith called the Nazgul by Human rangers. It was very exciting. These men pointed me in the direction of their city of Bree, in which I promptly became lost.

      This is about the part of the story were I met my reluctant companion, Shihad. He had, well honestly, a dull wit and sharp tongue. He was lounging in the Prancing Pony and throughly inebriated when he called me over to his table to tell me I smelled like donkey dung and that I should invest in a high-chair for my table. Then he threw up and passed out. It is widely known that of all the races of Middle-Earth man of all it's races has the least tolerance for spirits. So feeling bad for the headache he was in for the next day I booked him a room at the Inn. The next morning I got up early and headed downstairs for breakfast. Shihad, surprisingly was already awake with two meals set before him. "Oi, Hairfoot you gonna eat this or what?"

     This was a ridiculous statement, I was a Stout, but I did not expect anyone to know the difference anyway. That morning the gruff man poked fun at and harassed me but continued to show me around Bree and to show me where could get meals and find a horse. So I told him of my adventure, he laughed at me and said I was to short to adventure alone and that I would need a real man to show him the ropes. In only a few days we had built up a stout group of valiant adventurers and I thought that our montly kinship should have a name. Now Elves, you see, have always been a mysterious and beautiful symbol to us Hobbits and many of our stories tell of Elven magic and bravery. So I thought that our name should be Elven. Shihad immediately began to raz me for the adoration of those , and I quote:"skinny, stickup whiny excuses for a race". After explaining my point of view though he seemed to come around and offered the Elven name Liave Hacca, which he said meant Brave Adventures. I was so excited to find out he actually spoke Elvish that I concurred on the name and went charter our kinship the next day. 

     At this point of the story I'm sure that you, the listener, are quite suspicious. I however believed completely that I had broken through his Troll-tough exterior. I hadn't. See my friends when I filled out my paperwork at City Hall the clerk fell to his knees laughing. You see Liave Hacca is actually elvish for "Butt Ointment". Imagine my surprise. Now don't fret for me friends, I am wiser now. I held my head up and signed that charter then and there and I never told Shihad I found out the true meaning of his jest. I don't even mind I wear my kinship name proudly because it's not about the name but our fellowship and the good we do for people. To this day he still wears the words "butt ointment" on his armor just because he believes he got one over on Chucklebury Bookbinder. It makes me laugh every day, so it's worth it. I stand side by side with Shihad, Lorain, Maxamillion, Morbo, Kaster and Sarahwen the best and bravest adventurers in Middle-Earth and we will destroy the darkness that haunts this land together.

-Chucklebury Bookbinder

Not the Whole Story: A Warriors Tale

     Look at that Hobbit on stage I can't believe he where's that banner on his sleeve still. You see I, Shihad, having gotten back to Bree after victoriously testing himself against the might of the foolish Blackwold brigands was feeling unlike he had before. He felt as though he needed a drink, and as with other things, he took it too far. He drank himself into a stupor and became his child self, foolish and a braggart. He spoke with one of the worthless weak Hobbits and may or may not have offended him, he didn't really care. The next morning that same little hobbit continued to hang around him, and even bought him a room and got him cleaned up. Perhaps this hobbit understood who the true masters of the world were. He sought the hobbit out and gave him a grudging thanks and invited him to test his strength along side him to begin to conquer the Orcs and Goblins of the lone lands together. To his surprise the hobbit accepted and proved to be a very useful ally indeed, perhaps not all Hobbits were worthless. The hobbit, Chucklebury wanted to form a kinship and adventure, Shihad did not care about such things and only wanted to taste battle, he did not care who was beside him as long as they did not get him killed. Chucklebury asked for a fitting elven name, Shihad put together the only elven words he knew. The hobbit couldn't be stupid enough to actually use them, but he did, oh well, Shihad did not care about names. Over time a band of hardy men and women came to join this kinship and Shihad now has help in his quest to conquer, the help of one of a race that he used to consider worthless and weak, but now begins to see the strength in these foolish little squishy creatures. To this day he is oblivious to the fact that he still wears the words "butt ointment" on his armor. Do me a favor though, don't let on, I wanna see how long he'll wear it, Hobbits, ha.

-Shihad