The first hour was the hardest for young Gwii. She had never ridden over four miles in her life. The ride was bumpy, but she didn't mind that so much. When it became sun-set, they did not stop, they kept journeying onward towards Rivendell.
Gandalf liked this hobbit because she did not ask hardly any questions during that first journeying day. She was a pleasant, quite hobbit which he liked. In fact, she was smallest hobbit he had ever seen in his enter life that at least wasn't a baby.
It was soon dark, and they had stopped near an inn. This inn was unknown to Gwii. It was called, the Moonlight Crescent. A very un-hobbit-ish name. Shadow-Fax stopped in front of the large wooden gate. A small fat man- who was not a hobbit however- carried a lit lantern in one hand, walked over to Shadow-Fax and the dismounting passengers.
"Good evening, sir." Gandalf said helping the tired hobbit-child down from his horse.
"Are you looking to stay at the inn tonight?" the man almost shouted.
"Yes, yes we are indee-"
"Well, you better hurry then because the rooms are selling like nothing you've ever seen before. They say someone very special is coming to this very in tonight. So if I were yous, I would hurry." Gandalf nodded and took the hand on young Gwii. She trudged behind the elder wizard and they soon bother entered the inn. The door creeked loudly but it was hardly noticeable with all the loud noises filling the small in.
When Gwii heard the noises her sleepiness almost completely disappeared. She was trying very hard to follow behind the tall wizard. She bumped into many different people who hardly even noticed Gwii because she was so small.
Finally- after what seemed like twenty-five minutes of walking- they reached the registering counter, some would call it. Gwii stood right behind Gandalf who couldn't even see over the counter. After five minutes of convincing the owner that they could rent the last room out, Gandalf gave him a golden piece and he walked towards a large door. Gwii trailed behind him as always.
Opening the door and after shut, Gwii nor Gandalf could hear the loud noises of the inn-people. A few feet in front of them were wooden stairs leading towards a long hall. Once they entered into the last room of the hall, Gwii asked her first question on the journey.
"Mr. Gandalf, who was is the special someone that is to be coming here tonight?"
"Hopefully not an enemy." replied Gandalf.
"Yes. That would be bad." Gwii plopped down on the soft bed and immediately fell into another deep slumber. But of course, she was still in her dream.