Empty it stood. Once filled with life, now abandoned. No more memories made, only the creak of old, rotting wood. Once a stately home, given from master to servant long ago, now filled with dust, forgotten after the death of Elanor the Fair. Myths and legends surrounded it, keeping all away from the top of the hill, all save a few daring children.
It longed to have life again, longed for love to fill its empty corridors, to reveal the mysteries held within. It had grown old before its time.
E'er since the departure of Samwise the Brave, it had been seldom used. Legends of former master's riches from a Journey long ago never were mentioned. No longer was it remembered, only mentioned in an air of disgust for the queer, adventurous inhabitants that once abided there.
Years passed, as did violent storms. At last, it abandoned hope, as the last remaining wall collapsed. People only watched and laughed, glad to be rid of any possessions of the Mad Bagginses.
Untouched was the soil on the top of the hill until one day a long descendant of the Great King Elessar ventured to pay credence to the two hobbits who had made it possible for his great realm to exist. Surprised was he at the poor regard and appreciation shown by their own kind to the former Ringbearers.
In sadness, he began to demand help of his guards to build a remembrance of the two -- Bronwe athan Harthad and Samwise the stouthearted.