The night was new. The air was fresh. The sky was clear and the moon shined bright, showing who the rightful leader of the sky was at night. The trees were old, they could tell their own story of Middle Earth, plants entangled themselves with each other, swapping their tales, like the men in the tavern while drinking their ale, some would swear it was true words and the rest would just roll their eyes knowing better. Moss grew, not knowing what personal space was, but trees had no choice to be friends. Might they be old, but they were strong, their trunks like armours fighting the weather, their roots firmly underground making them sturdy. It was all quiet except the noise of the crickets. All was normal but within the peace, there was an unexpected journey to be had, unexpected guests to strangely be welcomed to a hobbit hole, an unexpected tale to be told and an unexpected truth lay ahead, waiting to be told and have their own fate.

Bo stood within the shadows of the trees, her dark eyes upon The Shire, not seeing anything of importance. Questions filled her but she knew Gandalf too well not to ambush him with questions. He was an important wizard, everyone knew that, but these were dangerous times, you needed to learn who you can and cannot trust. If any important news were told to the wrong person then war would be here faster than they hoped. War. Something Bo knew all too much about. War surrounded nearly every single creature, it surrounded the history of Middle Earth, making creatures stay within their packs and make them have a hard time to trust. But staring down at The Shire, Bo sensed peace and freedom. If she knew too well, she would have relaxed but she had been around Gandalf for too long to know there was always danger around.

Hobbits. Bo recalled Gandalf briefly explain the nature of these creatures, they were peaceful. They loved their food, their comfort, the quiet, everything they loved and had are within the Shire, and they were no creatures of adventure. The Shire was something of a place. Which Bo loved, but she weren't no Hobbit, she couldn't sit still for longer than five minutes, a lot of things were on her mind, her heart weren't light and she had a past which she wouldn't tell, but left a massive burden on those she called friends. As she stared, she wondered if the creatures called Hobbits knew about the world outside the beauty, or if they knew about the real dangers and monsters which lured around these parts and near the north.

Guessing the answer, Bo raised her gaze to stare at the moon,and realized a heavy sigh. Time was growing short, numbered days laid ahead of them and she felt restless until she knew what was happening. She knew something big was planned, but what the big thing was, she didn't know. Gandalf was quiet on the subject when Bo bravely asked him or where he had been. She was his apprentice just short of three years ago, she was alone, she roamed around Middle Earth on her own errands, people told her it was too dangerous to do such things but they knew nothing of her l, nor would they ever know. She hoped.

Walking towards The Shire, Bo stared at Gandalf, her questions burning inside her, she hoped he would answer them soon, he had been keeping her in the shadows for too long. She knew about the Company of Dwarves, she could smell their stale air on his cloak and saw his eyes full of questions, showing his thoughts of what laid ahead and masking his feelings of what he heard.

She quickly turned her gaze to stare before her as Gandalf glanced to stare at her. She weren't scared of him, she weren't scared of anyone but Gandalf with along with many people, she knew where her place was and not to mess with them. Magic was a dangerous weapon, one of the most powerful weapons she came across, the most powerful weapon ever told of in folk stories.

Feeling Gandalf's gaze turn, she stared back at him. He was tall, his clothes and staff showed off his status and his power. He may look old but he was Gandalf the Grey, one of the greatest wizards there was. She only knew three out of five. Sauraman, he was the greatest of them all, but someone Bo didn't like (if she was honest she was scared of him), then there was Ragadast the brown, Bo liked the wizard, he was strange but that didn't matter, he was caring and preferred the company of animals than of those who stand on two legs (something which she could relate to) and then there was Gandalf, well there was a story to tell there, just something which involved her in a fight and nearly being killed. But Gandalf saved her and he wanted her to be his apprentice. She considered to be in his debt so here she was.

"There's something on your mind Bo." She heard Gandalf say bringing her out of her thoughts. "You have questions which you have wish to ask me for a while now, why haven't you ask them? I've been here only for a few days, nothing to disturb us. You've been awake with these questions, I heard you walk away from camp many times these past nights. So prey tell me, these questions which you wish to ask me."

Bo stared at him, she was used to his ways but that didn't stop her from being dazed. She shook her head clearing her mind. "If you knew all that, you probably know my burning questions."

"Then you are misunderstood."

"Why are we going to The Shire? Why are the Dwarves coming with us? What is up ahead? What is going on?"

Silence was what Bo got for a few seconds, she noticed the air tensing. When Gandalf finally responded, his voice was clear but Bo noticed the gruffness which laced his words. "Some things I cannot tell you Bo, these things are too important to speak of so freely. It seems these are dangerous times, there is creatures which need our help on matters which are too great to scale. I'm sorry for being short but when everyone is all together then you will understand."

Bo stopped as Gandalf finished. With a disappointed glance she watched the old wizard walk away. She was in hope that he was going to give her the answers but her hope was left to deflate like a balloon. Letting out a sigh, she kicked the dirt upon the ground and went back to following him. She hated it when he did that, to make her feel like she was finally being listened too, but then quickly put her down. She should have been used too it but she had been accustomed to her own company and only thinking of herself. At times she fell back in her old ways, but if anyone proposed a threat to her or Gandalf or anyone she called friends, then she would defend them as well as she could. Her inner self showing.

Walking she felt the free Shire air being claimed by the air they brought with them, the lands which are foreign to the Hobbit folk, the one which they only heard in their songs and tales but would frown upon setting foot in such places. Bo was glad it was nightfall, she imagined the Hobbit folks expressions if they saw her, she was used of the strange, picky eyes and the odd word here and there but it still made her feel uncomfortable. If on her own she would have forgotten about other folk's laws and accustoms and would challenge anyone who stopped her but with Gandalf she had to behave herself and keep out of the way. Many things she had to learn and grow accustomed to but it took her a shorter amount of time than she had thought.