Frodo yawned and stretched his arms across the bed. His hands caught empty space and bed covers. Frodo sat up immediately, off the feather mattress and ran through the house worriedly.
"You don't think I'd leave without saying goodbye, do you?" someone asked from behind him. Frodo sighed in relief and hugged Silver.
"Of course not, I just thought you would go on an adventure and write a note saying you couldn't be tied down." Frodo stated. "Well, I am leaving. I wanted to say goodbye though." She said guiltily.
Frodo's eyes filled with sadness and understanding. He nodding and kissed her forehead. "I'll be back before next winter." She promised.
Merry, Pippin, and Sam poked their heads out of the bushes outside of the kitchen window. "If you're leaving, Then bring us something back from your travels." Pippin smiled, thinking of elfish brews and such.
"I'll bring you each a unique gift." Silver agreed. She dealt her farewells and rode off again.
A cart was planted in the middle of the road, blocking Silver's path. "Oi! Move your bum! Some people have places to go." She hollered grumpily.
A figure stepped out of the cart and approached her. "I thought you'd show me more respect than that after so many years." a voice croaked from underneath a large grey hat.
"Gandalf!" Silver gasped excitedly, lunging at the wizard. The old wizard patted Silver's shoulder and smiled. "Leaving the Shire so soon?" He asked.
"I've more places to go, people to see. Several gifts to bring back." She said. Gandalf's eyes clouded in thought for a moment. "Remember what I taught you." He warned.
"Never cross the road before looking both ways? Chew with your mouth closed? Over, under, around, and threw, that's how wizards tie their boots?" Silver started listing lessons.
"No, no. I mean what I taught you while you were learning to fight." He waved his hand for her to stop saying everything he had told her.
She nodded. "When in a near death moment, in battle, say everything you love and it will give you strength and hope." Silver rasped in a mock old man's voice. Gandalf shook his head at the ridiculous girl and wished her safe travels.
Gondor.
Silver slunk around the mass of people in the market place, she had to eave her horse and cart tied up in the front. A large commotion arose, as the crowd started to part.
A group of the kingdom's rangers were riding full speed through the crowded area. Silver was trying to catch glimpses of special plant seeds, the perfect gift for Sam.
She was shoved out of the hubbub, and into the path of the posse. She stood for a moment, stunned, the horses were nearly a few feet away.
A shadow leapt for her and they barreled out of the way. The group of rangers continued riding, as if the event hadn't happened.
Silver glanced up at the one who and helped her. It was a cloaked man, a short beard coating his face, and a strong smell of kingsfoil on his breath.
"You should not be so foolish as to go parading in front of a band of horsemen." He insulted her, without asking if she were alright.
"Well sorry Gondor is so crowded with imbecilic maniacs!" She retorted. The man chuckled and held out his hand. "I am Ara-erm Strider." He mumbled.