Okay, sorry about not updating...I had this chapter written, but I thought I'd already typed it. but I guess I didn't. *apologizes profusely* okay, here's the newest chapter...so far anyways.

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"So what exactly are you doing now that you're over here?" farmer Maggot asked his young companion.

"I...don't really know," she glumly replied.

"So why are you even here?" His eyes sparkled mischievously, "Gone to see how Frodo has settled?" She gaped at him in pretend shock at "such a preposterous notion!" "Really you silly maiden, I know I'm not the brightest of hobbits, but I've known you all your life and can usually tell what you're thinking."

She regarded him a moment, now sure weather to laugh or be angry. After a moment, she threw her arms around her neck and he returned the embrace. Tears threatened to spill down her cheeks, but she urged them back. "It's nice to have someone who knows," she said, still wrapped in a hug so he wouldn't see her reddened eyes, "I don't have to be so secretive."

Suddenly she felt herself torn from him and his hands on her shoulders forcing her to look at him. "You are about to cry," he said gently. She bit her lip and fought hard to keep in her tears, but one or two managed to escape. "You are still hiding things," he told her as he wiped away the tears, "I hate to see you suffer so...I love you as if you were my own daughter and it pains me when you hurt."

She wanted to tell him everything; to get it off her chest, but she knew she couldn't. "I can't tell you anything right now," the tears fell freely despite her efforts.

"Promise me you'll tell me someday."

She nodded in agreement and he pulled her into another hug. Presently he let her go.

"My cousin loves in Buckland, you could stay with him and his wife. Just tell him that you know me and they'll be more than happy to have you for a few days."

"Oh thank you so much!" she cried; her tears stopped their flow, but her cheeks still glistened with the leftover trails they'd left. He told her where his cousin, Lennard, lived how to get there. He then wished her good luck with whatever she was doing and took the ferry back to his side of the river...leaving her alone on the opposite shore with no one but the wind to dry her tearstained face and comb through her curly hair.

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Ya, I have nothing to say after that chapter, so on to reviews. (Hooray, I actually got some this time, thanks!!)

Bjam: I'm glad you like my story. Although seven out of ten isn't that great, it's still more than 6...so thanks. I read your profile and your Gimli poem. It made me laugh, although I think I forgot to review it. I liked it.

Well, I hope to have the next chapter written and up soon! Have a nice day! *big cheesy smile*