The lush green grass was warmed by the golden sun that had been giving off warm sunshine. Beautiful pink carnations were now in full bloom, making the hill-side look more lively than it had ever been. Little blue and brown birds peered on the branches of healthy trees and sang a most glorious song.
Gwii blinked as she saw a purple, black-spotted butterfly flutter right by her noise. The young hobbit giggled and sat down - for she had been laying down before. She sat with her arms propping herself up in an half-laying half-sitting position. She crossed her ankles and then sat down again.
She could her the soft humming- or what seemed like humming from where she was- of hobbits down walking around chattering and whistling; even some were shouting lyrics from songs. But all these sounds that would have annoyed any other race, made hobbits happy and cheerful.
Gwii slowly shut her eyes and passed into a deep, deep slumber. When she awoke in her dream, her surroundings were much the same, making it feel not like a dream at all. She sat up and rubbed her tired eyes. It felt like she had been asleep for hours and hours; but really it hadn't been any time at all.
Gwii stood up now remembering that her family must be looking for her by now. But just as Gwii was going down the hill, a sound made her stop. It was the sound of horse hoofs. And then a whinny. Gwii was going to turn around again and walk back down the hill- thinking it was just a farmer's horse- when she saw an elderly figure in a white robe riding on the horse. He blocked the sun from her view, making it look like lights were beaming from his back, looking like he was of some importance.
"Gwii Harfoot?" the man asked dismounting his horse.
"Yes?" said Gwii shaking a bit for the man was quite tall, even from a small hobbit's point of view!
"Ah, good! Oh, yes!- I am Gandalf the White; and I have come in search for you."
Gwii gulped. "Me? But, why?"
"Oh yes, I suppose that would be helpful," the old man grinned. (Which later Gwii found out that he was a wizard.)
"I have come to get you for the council." he added.
"Council? But, what council, sir?"
"You didn't receive word for Lord Elrond?"
"Um, Lord Elrond? Sir, I do think you're mistaken."
"Me?! Mistaken?! Young hobbit-" Gandalf started to kneel down- "a wizard is never mistaken."
"Oh…" Gwii mumbled. Just then, Gandalf stood up and motioned for his horse to come forwards.
"You see, have you ever heard of the One Ring?" Gwii shook her head. "Ah, well, it is the center of all evil. Forged by the great Sauron himself. Once, when I was only a grey, I set out with eight others. Four were hobbits like yourself, two were on men, one of elf and dwarf. We were called, the Fellowship of the Ring. You see, once, we had all thought it was destroyed, but it wasn't after all.
"We received word from Lord Elrond from Rivendell, that the Ring had been found by another wizard. By one no-one had ever of before. He had found the ring and had put it on. Now he was the keeper of the ring."
"That's a depressing story, but what does that have with me?" asked young Gwii.
"You my dear hobbit-child, are called to Rivendell to be part of the new council!" said Gandalf.
"It is a three day ride from here," said Gandalf mounting his horse, Shadow-Fax.
Me, but why me? I haven't done anything noble, or heroic. Why should anyone choose a common hobbit-child like me? These thoughts crept into Gwii's mind until they were interrupted by the wizard's voice.
"Are you coming?" he grinned.
"Oh," she gazed back at some smoke that drifted into the sky from her chimney. "I- I guess so." Gwii took the gentle, rough hand of the wizard and mounted the horse behind Gandalf. Then, the wizard made a clicking sound and the white stallion was off!