Englantine's Point of view
It was a calm night and it seemed as if everyone in Tookland was asleep except for myself.
Paladin, my husband, was lying by my side breathing silently so I decided to put down the book and try to get some sleep.
I blew out the candle and cuddled up close beside Pal, but just as I started to drift off to sleep I was awoken by a quiet and familiar sound of tiny feet(tiny for a hobbit that is) tiptoeing past the bedroom door.
I knew it was my restless little boy Peregrin, also called Pippin by his friends and father.
I was guessing where he was heading to, but carefully I got out of bed, put on my slippers and robe to check what he was up to in the middle of the night.
Sometimes he couldn't sleep when it was raining outside like it was now, but since long he had stopped sneaking up in to our bed (me and Paladin's) so I had figured that the rain didn't bother him much anymore. Nor the monsters under his bed.
Four days a go Peregrin had turned 8 and all of his friends had come to the birthday party.
On my way towards the kitchen (where else?) I grabbed a small lantern, lit the candle inside of it and continued down the hall where the family's meeting-point was located.
Even if it was spring the night was quite chilly and the Took's hobbit-hole was quite cold now.
It was both fortunate and unfortunate that Peregrin so easily caught a cold and especially these times of the year.
Two loud sneezes came from the kitchen and I could not help but smiling at the little rascal.
Full of energy and always up to mischief with his cousin Meriadoc Brandybuck from Brandy Hall.