The Christmas batch of Hobbits took their time due to a period of warm sunny weather when they were all busy in their gardens.
In fact, the Shirriffs were the last to turn up, due to the requirement that they wear white feathers in their hats.
You try persuading a goose weighing in at one and a half stone to part with a tail feather when you are only four feet tall!
The new set of archers are in the front and their counterparts are behind them.
I found a fine brush that helped with the detail.
The back view as per the Shirriffs above.
The bases were painted with a ringer which was supposed to compare with Mournfang but clearly doesn't.
Maybe a vigorous shake would do it.
2 comments:
Fresh Hobbits, or so the Hobbitesses say:
Colourful little buggers aren't they. Given to aggression when in their thimbles though, by the look of it,
the oversize courgette, a staple of The Shire, being the weapon of choice.
The one in the yellow hat has a remarkable family resemblance to that little known hobbit tribe, the Diddyfeet of Treaclemine Downs hard by Scouse March. The hat's the giveaway.
Beautifully painted and looking very smart and martial, given that they'd rather be having multiple breakfasts and supping Barlimans Best, whilst simultaneously smoking Longbottom Leaf.
Excellent job by all concerned, as I'm assuming you couldn't have done it if the little sods hadn't held their breath and stood very still.
John
Never mind getting them to stand still. Catching the little buggers was the hard part.
Tony
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