The threshold! It was one of the most exciting places in helovia besides his own mighty home of the Throat, at least in Pip's opinion it was. Wing's spread far and wide across the current, the guardian craned his head downwards in an attempt to peak past the canopy in search of any wanderers... or even that nasty old bear who had stolen his saucepan a number of weeks prior.
Upon his last visit to the threshold, Pippin had encountered a rather unlikely bunch of fellows; a great big brute with a girl's name, a bearded warlock, a herd-brother, and then that horrible, pretty, what's-her-face from the Edge. No one like's the Edge. No one likes what's-her-face. (Or so Pip told himself.)
Soon his steely eyes had trained upon a lone soldier, scarred and beaten, tripping upon some thorns!

Donned in his modified leg guard, one that was strapped to his right leg and proudly harnessing his slingshot, Pippigrin aimed for a gap through the trees and began to descend. By angling his wings with all the precision a hobbit could muster, the halfling could only hope that he wouldn't cruise right into an awaiting fir or oak, so perhaps it was simply a combination of luck and precision that he made it to the forest floor in one piece.

Looking up from his landing amongst the trees, Pippigrin found himself much further away from the gentleman than he had hoped; perhaps even five-hundred feet away. Damn. At least his presence would still remain a suprise.
Launching off os hi hocks, the halfling pressed into a gallop (though, still would assume the normal speed of most horses in a fast canter), leaping over the logs that he could and stopping to tip toe around those he could not (or rather, the ones he thought he could not).
In no time at all the pale stag was in his sights once again.
Kneeling in the tall grasses near-by, Pippin loaded his trusty slingshot with a clup of soft mud collected from under a shrubbery. Pulling back upon it's lengthy, stretchy trigger, Pip aimed the instrument on his knee for the stranger's shoulder and neck area, the giggles beginning to erupt within his stomach already.
PING!
Watching the mud fly from the slingshot gave the halfling all the more reason to giggle, and still he didnt even know if he had got the man on-target.
"Got ya!" Pip cooed, stepping from behind the bushes and flaring his wings.  "My name's Pip!"