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A Hobbit Discussion

"Well, she's certainly not well. Even by that fire she's caught the sniffles. Half shaking already, bed rest is what that child needs, Sam. Nothing much to worry about", smiled Rosie. Leah had fallen asleep on the floor, slumped down and a slight smile on her face.

"Yes, Rosie. What I meant by worried is, well, would you ever let Elanor, or Frodo or Rose even out in weather like that?"

"Of course not!"

"Well, that's what I'm worried about", replied Sam, his usually happy self beaten down.

"If you ask me", stated Pippin, speaking up. "She's got some nasty bruises. I don't think you could get those sort by just running through bad weather".

"That is true, Pip", murmured Merry. "You said that she was talking about meeting her Papa somewhere, Sam. She say where about?"

"No.. I told her we needed to get inside, before she caught her death. Funny thing is... oh, it doesn't matter".

"What?!", demanded Merry and Pippin, strangely jumping up at the same time.

"Quiet! You'll wake the children!", whispered Rosie, harshly. "I'll just go check up on them, Frodo was a bit worried about the storm earlier..", Rosie bustled out the kitchen and into the halls.

"Come on, Sam. Tell us", Pippin insisted again. He certainly was a persistent hobbit.

"I don't know, just me being silly, maybe. Well, I think.. When I told her we wouldn't want her to catch her death...she looked like no-one had ever said that to her. Or cared about her....probably just my eyes playing tricks on me though.."

The three hobbits sat in silence, apart from the large fire crackling and a yawn from Leah, who was still in a deep sleep.

"Sam...what are you going to do with her though?", Merry bit his lip after he finished his sentence. "I didn't mean how it sounds... I just mean, well we're hobbits and she's a...a human. Shouldn't she be with her own kind?"

"I'll see where she thinks her Papa is first, if not well...it seems I might have to pay a visit to Aragorn. He would know what to do if we can't find her parents.."

The hobbits continued there talk in low voices. Leah shifted in her position on the floor, her dream troubling her, the way it always did..

It was dark.

It's always dark.

Leah looked round, the same place. Always the same place.....because there's no escape. Never an escape.

"Hello?", she called out softly, it echoed round though.

"Leah!"

"Papa!?", Leah cried. He always answered...because every dream was the same. Every night.

"Meet me in Bree, Leah. Remember, you promised? We will meet in Bree..."

"But Papa! They're still after me...they look so angry. Please come get me Papa... please".

The silence was deathly.

"Papa? ...Papa?", Leah prayed for an answer. "Oh no Papa! Please come back! I need you...please..?"

But Leah's pleas fell on death ears...

To be continued......

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