SEVEN
Primrose walked along, her tough-soled Hobbit feet hardly making a sound on
the forest floor. Iau, being the light-footed Elf that he was, made no
sound at all.
As she usually did when hunting, Primrose even quieted the noise of her own
breath, while her large brown eyes scanned every bush and tree. Nothing
seemed
to move--nothing at all. "Iau, what is this?" the Hobbit girl finally dared to whisper. "No coneys rustlin' the bushes, nothing. " "I know, Prim-mellon." said Iau, using a low tone himself. "It is what I tried to tell you. " Primrose thought of turning back, but--- Ssssssss..... "What was that? " Iau was listening hard for the sound to come again. "I know not, Primrose. I fear it was nothing good. " Primrose drew a breath and grasped her bow tightly. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a point of light appear, then another. Turning her head ever so slightly, she saw that they were eyes.
to move--nothing at all. "Iau, what is this?" the Hobbit girl finally dared to whisper. "No coneys rustlin' the bushes, nothing. " "I know, Prim-mellon." said Iau, using a low tone himself. "It is what I tried to tell you. " Primrose thought of turning back, but--- Ssssssss..... "What was that? " Iau was listening hard for the sound to come again. "I know not, Primrose. I fear it was nothing good. " Primrose drew a breath and grasped her bow tightly. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a point of light appear, then another. Turning her head ever so slightly, she saw that they were eyes.