It was only hours after the funeral, and Diamond couldn't think. The whole time she had been denying. Denying everything. She had kept it all in. She hadn't cried since 4 days ago when Pippin had left. She was numb, but she knew that she was only lying to herself. She didn't want to feel the pain, but she knew she was close to the breaking point. She wandered all over Hobbiton, still dressed in black. She didn't care where she went. Wandering into the glade, she could feel herself breaking. Losing it. She ran. She ran as far as she could. Ran away from the pain, the hopelessness. She ran deeper into the forest, turned. She found herself in Farmer Maggot's fields. They were a deep green at this season, and she shoved stalks out of the way as she ran farther and farther. Her throat burned; her mouth was dry. Breathing felt like knives stabbing her sides, but she forced herself on. Her legs were lead, and her feet were stone, but she forced herself on. A wave of nausea overcame her, and her legs gave out. She fell flat, still in the cornfield. She couldn't run from it any longer. She cried everything out. Bittersweet tears flowed over her cheeks and fell to the ground. Another wave of nausea racked her body, and she gagged. She didn't fight the gagging, and she vomited. Rolling over, she put her hand to her forehead. Fever raged in her head, and she forced herself to stagger to her mother's hobbit hole, which was now hers. On the way, she stopped by the glade and picked up her book. Putting herself to bed with a cup of tea, she started to write, but couldn't. She set her book on the floor by her bed and slipped off into a feverish sleep.

A week passed. A week turned into 2 weeks. 2 weeks turned into a month. A month turned into 3 months. A season. Pippin hadn't come back, and no one had received word or even seen Frodo, Sam, or Merry. Diamond knew that they had gone somewhere else...had some adventure. And one day, Diamond sat down at her bed, picked up her book, tore out her previous story, and threw it into the fireplace. She sat and wrote. Wrote from her heart. She put her body, heart, and soul into this story that she was writing. Another 2 months passed. The story still wasn't finished. Another 4 months passed. The story wasn't finished. After a few more months of writing, Diamond was stuck. She was on her last chapter, but had no ending to the story. Along with no ending, there was no title.
The story had started out as a fictional tale that took place in the Shire. It was about a group of hobbits, and Diamond had not realized up until a little while ago that she was writing solely about Pippin, Merry, Frodo, Sam, and herself. She hadn't planned at all on sticking straight to the events as they truly happened. She planned on creating an ending for herself, something that wasn't true. But now, even with a planned fictional ending, she couldn't think of one. Her writing was, again, put aside.

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Well, it wasn't short enough to be a commercial break; it wasn't long enough to be a chapter. So it's a "commapter"
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Well, I'm struggling through a period of writer's block so it might be a while until the next chap, but I'm working on it!