So I'm dinking around in the Guide to Glorantha and what should I stumble upon?
QuoteHalkomelem (small city): The natives of this small town are never more than four feet tall (and usually less), the result of their ancestors being Tapped by their Brithini overlords some
generations ago. Despite, or perhaps because of, their cursed stature, the Halkomelemites are devotedly servile to the Brithini and always dress in extremely garish blue clothes. They
are governed by various guilds that perform esoteric services for the Brithini.
Halflings in Glorantha? HOBBITS?!?!
Imagine coming home to your two labradors named Jeff and Greg and finding they'd pooped on your new carpet.
"What's this? What did you do? WHAT'S THIS?"
You dumped Hobbits in Glorantha?
So of course I intend to have great fun with this 
Our players: halflings from Halkomelem, smack dab on the border with the Kingdom of War. Oh goodie!
Their patron: A Brithini named Gandalf. I know what you're thinking. THAT Gandalf? Yep, the same Gandalf who came into Halkomelem generations ago and tapped all the hobbits ancestors into their current cursed existence. This a**hat Gandalf guy is such a douche that he even has the audacity to treat the hobbits like they're his good friends. He comes around on occasion to set off fireworks, the secret of which he stole from the dwarves in the god time. And these poor hobbits, suffering as they are from Stockholm Syndrome, will do anything to be his friend. They'll even go on adventures for him.
Which brings us to our tale. A group of victimized hobbits, Frodo, Sam, Pippin and Merry, are sent by the abusive and amoral Gandalf, on a dangerous quest to defeat Lord Death on a Horse. First off, Gandalf gives Frodo a magical ring.
"What does it do?" asks Frodo. "Do I throw it in a volcano to destroy Lord Death on a Horse?"
"No, you twit!" replies Gandalf, "If it were that easy I'd have just stayed in the City of Brass. You think I'd travel all the way out here to see you little shits just to give you a ring to destroy that I could have done at home?"
"Oh, of course not," Frodo bows his head in shame. "I'm sorry I'm such a dumbass. I'll try to be smarter. What do I do with this ring?"
"Why you wear it, of course." seeing Frodo's look of consternation, Gandalf explains, "it will make you invisible so you can sneak past the enemy and right up to Lord Death on a Horse."
"What then?" Frodo asks, tugging on the ring which he notices won't come off.
"My, you're a very perceptive little fellow aren't you?" Gandalf pats the hobbit on the head. "At that point I'll tap the crap out of you till you're the size of a little flea. Then you'll climb up upon Lord Death on a Horse until you reach his ear. Then you'll crawl inside, I'll turn you into a zombie and you'll eat his brains!" Gandalf smiled and patted Frodo on the head again. "Now run along. The fate of all Glorantha rests on your shoulders."
Later that day, as Frodo and his freinds set off for the Kingdom of War, Frodo turns to Sam. "Sam, if we ever get anywhere's near Lord Death on a Horse, promise me one thing."
"Certainly dear Frodo."
"Bite off my damned ring finger!"
