This is my first Lord of the Rings story, and my first drabble. All reviews: praise, constructive criticism, are appreciated! Thank you!
Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the Rings or these characters or anything else that was there.
Gone. They were gone. They had marched out of Bree with a strange, suspicious Man, and never been seen again.
All were saddened to find them gone, but Fatty most of all. He had been the only one to understand the urgency of their trip as more than just some odd fancy of a Took.
He should have gone too. He could have stopped them from going with a Man, or at least been in Bree for a last message. All he had done was start the Horncall of Buckland, only for the danger to be gone, after his friends.