Origo had fallen asleep. A small blanket had been lain down for him. Snowflakes were falling around the cart. The ground had now been covered in a blanket of snow.
Across the land, the snow had covered all of the land. Lakes and rivers stood out like black stains on a perfect land. The sun had set a few hours before, but now it had rose in the opposite horizon.
The night had been hard on the hobbits in the cart. Neither of them had had a good nights sleep. Faramir had kept waking up and disturbing them. Diamond yawned and rubbed her eyes.
She then looked over at the sleeping puppy. He had been quiet ever since Faramir had woken up. She started to wonder if he didn't like Faramir.
"I wish he could talk to me" Diamond said to herself.
She loved all of her family. Pippin, Faramir and Origo. She didn't like to see them hurt, even if she couldn't understand them. Diamond took a deep breath. Faramir had been asleep for an hour. He had been waking up every few hours, crying his eyes out.
Diamond's eyes were drooping again. But, subconsciously, she knew that her son would wake up again at any moment. Her head slowly started to drop. But she caught herself every time she did so.
Faramir started to whine, he gave a small "Waa" which grew louder and louder. Origo heard this as well. Only one of his eyes opened to see what the matter was. He could see Diamond looking tired and looked down at her son. Origo opened the other eye and then yawned. The coldness was now getting to him now that he was awake. The wind was stronger then normal.
Elladan was driving the cart. This gave the hobbits a chance to recover from their journey. Elladan was an elf, the son of Elrond of Rivendell. He was one of the few elves left in Middle-earth. The rest of his kin had gone to the Undying lands. He and his twin brother, Elrohir, still resided in Rivendell.
Their younger sister, Arwen, was now living in Gondor. She had become Queen after marrying Aragorn. Both Pippin and Elladan had been at his ceremony.
Pippin was still thinking about going back to Gondor. He missed the white city, Minas Tirith, very much. He had been made guard of the citadel when he had been there.
Not that he wanted to be. He was not thinking right at the time. Mordor had attacked the city when he had been there. Pippin could still see the orcs and trolls killing men of Gondor.
Dead bodies littered the floor. Orcs and men and trolls alike. Rocks that had been launched from catapults that had been made by creatures that had never be heard in the Shire before.
Creatures that had never been imagined by even the most intelligent hobbit. But some of the residents of Hobbiton had seen them.
Samwise Gamgee was the only hobbit in the village to had been to Mordor. He had helped Frodo Baggins to destroy the One Ring. But had not come at an easy prise.
Gollum, also known as Sméagol, had been tracking the two hobbits as they made their way to Mordor. But Sméagol's mission had taken a turn. Frodo had been able to destroy the ring. But, in the process, killing Sméagol.
The world had now come to peace.
Origo stood up, he was still very tired. He stretched and yawned widely. He shook himself and looked over at his owner. Diamond was smiling.
"Did you get woken up as well?" Diamond asked him.
A blank looked came over the pup. His eyes were looking right at the baby in Diamond's arms. Faramir's arms were free and he was babbling away. His eyes were darting around.
Diamond was smiling.
"I don't think Faramir has seen his puppy yet, has he?" Diamond asked, her voice had changed in the last few words.
Origo didn't like the new puppy at all. Diamond slowly and gently placed the baby on the floor of the cart. The pup continued looking at it. Diamond was smiling.
"Ori, meet Faramir" she said.
Origo was being cautious now. He slowly moved up to the bundle on the floor. His eyes seemed wider and he was more aware then normal. Origo put one paw in front of the other.
A hand came out of the blanket that Faramir was in. Origo moved back suddenly. His little eyes had a hint of fear in them. It took Origo another few seconds to get his courage back. His paw moved forward as another sound came from the bundle.
Origo was now close that he could see Faramir's eyes darting around the place. They fixed on his. For a few seconds, the two of them looked at you. Faramir had stopped babbling. His brown eyes were looking at the pup. Faramir's hand reached out, Origo quickly moved back and looked at Diamond. She was watching the two of them. Faramir, who had been curious about the creature that he had seen started to cry. His bottom lip started to quiver.
Origo looked at Diamond.
"Uh oh" she said, lifting up Faramir.
She smiled, knowing that Origo and Faramir would have to get used to each other. Origo yawned and shook his head, tiredness was getting to him again. Faramir whimpered and looked up. her mother stroked his chin.
"Ori isn't that bad" she told him, her eyes looked at the pup.
"He's a good puppy, aren't you Ori?" she asked.
Origo's little tongue poked out and he barked. Faramir instantly started to cry. Diamond looked down.
"Oh, did puppy scare you?" she asked.
Origo back away, he didn't like the noise coming from the other puppy. He looked around and saw his blanket there. With his head hung low, he walked back to it and laid down. He curled up yet again, wishing that he had a cuddle from his Diamond.
Meanwhile, Merry was still walking. The snow had fallen all around them. That night had been the toughest night of his journey yet. The temperature had fallen below zero for most of the night. For a few hours, the three of them were walking in a blizzard.
But it was only Legolas who could have kept going. Gimli was complaining silently, grumbling came from him every few minutes.
Legolas' eyes scanned the area ahead of them. He was still weary of what might be out in the wild. Birds that flew by caught the elf's attention. Big black crows and small robins and starlings flew by.
The light had now come up enough for the dwarf and hobbit to see as well. The snow blew their feet crunched as they walked.
The wind around them blew the surrounding trees. Small flakes continued to fall, but they were not from the sky. They were from the many branches over head. The flakes had been dislodged from they had landed hours before.
Merry Brandybuck continued to shiver. The Elven cloak was now wet and heavy. It had been wrapped around the hobbit all on the night.
Normally, the Elven cloak would keep in the heat of the being it was wrapped around. but the coldness and the snow did not help Merry to warm up.
Legolas looked around. he suddenly stopped.
"We will stop here" he said, looking around.
The road was covered in snow for miles. Tracks of many creatures crossed the road. Some prints were bigger then others. Some were different.
Bird prints were the most common. Yet they were the most complex paths. They seemed to start from nowhere and weave all over the place.
Bigger prints were straighter then the bird prints. They belonged to foxes. They had been hunting in the snow. but without success.
There were no human foot prints. No one had come out in the middle of the night. The snow had kept them at bay. But, now that day light had come, people awoken to a blanket of snow.
Carts had started to move, snow was not a problem for people of Middle-earth. Children of every age in all of the towns were out. Snowballs and snowmen were being built and thrown.
The clouds above were as thick as ever. They threatened to dump more snow on the land below. Hobbiton was busy. There were no market places set up. Hobbits did not like standing in the snow.
The Green Dragon was bustling with activity. Hobbits were sitting down for lunch. A variety of dishes and bowls were being carried out.
It was breakfast time in the Shire and most hobbits were busy eating. The children, who had been playing outside, had come in. every hobbit hole had multiple chimneys. Each one was smoking, sending grey smoke into the atmosphere.
Hobbiton was built on a few hills. Large coloured doors lined the hill side. From a distance, they looked like beads of chain that lined the hill. The road was snowy, foot prints lined the road. Some foot prints ran up the hill and onto the roves of the houses.
But now, everyone had gone in for their first lunch of the day. The children were handed towels as they came in. Some of them were shivering and dripping with water. Their hair looked no different from when they went out. For all hobbits had natural curly hair.
The Gamgee house hold was quieter then normal. Samwise had gone to the Took's home. His older brother, Hamson had gone into the fire to save Pimpernel.
"I hope she'll be alright" he said.
A cup of tea was before him on the table.
"Do you think she'll be alright?" asked Pearl.
Eglantine and Paladin were present as well.
"I think the best thing to do is make Pimpernel as comfortable as possible" Sam told them.
Hamson was also in the room. But he was not looking at his brother. His eyes were in a million mile stare. Sam knew that his brother had risked a lot to go back in the house.
Hamson then broke his gaze and looked around. The room had just come back to him. Samwise took a deep breath and picked up his cup of tea. He took a sip and a deep breath afterwards.
"She seems to be… more quiet then usual" Pearl told him.
Sam took a deep breath.
"Well, I will leave it up to you to do what you seem fit" he said.
His eyes then ran over to the clock. It was eight in the morning. Rosie had cooked up a nice big breakfast for them. the smell of bacon drifted around the house. Candles burnt on their stands.
"Well" said Sam, getting up.
"I should be heading back home now" he told them.
Paladin, who had been quiet for most of the conversation, got up. Samwise smiled and walked out. But he did not follow Sam. They both went the same way until Paladin stopped. Sam went to the front door and opened it.
He then turned around, having opened the door a little way.
"You'll give my love to Pimpernel, now, wont you?" he asked.
Paladin smiled and nodded.
"Of course" he answered.
Sam smiled and opened the door more and walked out. The door then closed, keeping the heat in.
Paladin opened the door to the room where Pimpernel was staying. There were no candles burning in the room. Pimpernel's eyes were larger in the darkness. They darted over to her father, then back to where she was looking before.
Paladin stood there. He was lost for words. The silence around them was deafening. He could hear every creak and bang around the house. Eglantine was in the kitchen, getting breakfast ready.
A trey that had been left on Pimpernel's bed was now on the floor. It had been dinner from the night before. The mug of ale was left as well. It had been a full day since she had eaten.
Yes, she was hungry. But she was too upset to eat it. Her stomach was hurting and the food was looking more tempting by the hour.
Paladin continued to stand there. He had no idea about what to say to his daughter. He knew that "sorry" would not be enough.
Pimpernel tried not to notice him. But his figure was dully light by the light pouring in from the outside.
"I'm…" Paladin started, but didn't finish.
Pimpernel took no notice of him. It seemed much easier to do so.
"I'm sorry" he said.
To himself, he sounded stupid and small. He knew that nothing to could bring back anything that Pimpernel had lost.
"You don't have to be" Pimpernel said.
Her voice was dull and upset. She didn't like company around her at that time. Thoughts ran though her head. She had failed to stop the flashbacks happening. They were getting worse and worse.
"No, I do" Paladin said.
He took a step forward. The old hobbit slowly sat on the bed and took a deep breath. He looked at his daughter.
"I know I was the one who should have gone into the fire to get you" he said.
He looked over at his daughter. Pimpernel gave a small glance his way.
"It is not your fault, you did the best that you could" she told him.
Paladin took a deep breath. His eyes pointed towards the window. Running from left to right and from the top to the bottom were two black lines.
The sky outside what white, mixed in with light grey. The snow had been and gone. Deep snow covered the land. Most was untouched and would stay that way until it melted.
Birds flew over head. Sparrows twittered in the trees as doors started to open. The hobbits had been fed and water. Children were now coming out into the snow again. Half finished snow hobbits were finished off.
Samwise Gamgee was sitting at the kitchen. Rosie was serving up his lunch now that the children had had theirs. There was a pile of plates near the sink. Rosie had a spatula in her hand. Four thick slices of white bread were sitting there.
Butter had been spread on the surface of the slices. The sizzling subsided as the bacon started to fry. There were four slices of bacon sizzling merrily in the hot pan.
Rosie then lifted the cooked slices of bacon and placed two on each slice of bread. She then placed the spatula down and placed the two slices together.
A plate was sitting by the two sandwiches. Rosie cut the two into four triangles and placed them on the plate.
"I think I might go and help the Tooks clean up the house up the way there" said Sam.
Rosie placed the plate down. Sam already had a mug of ale near him.
"Thank you" he said.
He picked up the first triangle. he took a big bite and chewed.
"Mmm" he said in satisfaction.
The clock then chimed.
Dong.
Dong.
Dong.
Dong.
Dong.
Dong.
Dong.
Dong.
Dong.
Nine times. Sam looked over at it and smiled. He took many more bites. Sam was half way though his small breakfast. Small in hobbit terms. When he picked up his ale.
The hobbit took a drink and then placed it back down. Sam continued to eat. The bacon crunched as he ate it. Rosie then sat down with her breakfast. She had been up for many hours. She was taking care of the children when Sam had woken.
Rosie had cleaned the floor and fed the children. They were now either asleep again, playing by themselves around the house or outside.
The youngest, Pippin Gamgee, had started to cry in his cot. Rosie had just started to eat her breakfast when her son's cries. She took a deep breath and was just about get up when Sam stopped her.
"Don't worry, you have you lunch and I'll get him" he said.
Rosie smiled. Sam pushed his chair in and walked out of the room. Bag end had lots of rooms. Sam was planning to build more due to his growing family.
Samwise slowly opened a round door. The room behind was warm and dark. It was the room where his youngest child, Pippin, had been sleeping. But now, he was crying.
"Alright, dads here" Sam said as he picked Pip up.
Laughing could be heard coming from the corridor as Frodo and Rose ran past. Sam smiled. He liked to see his children happy.
How ever, Pippin Gamgee was still crying.
"Come on, lets go and see mummy" Sam said.
He then walked out. He closed the door as Pippin whined. Bag end was much more different to when Bilbo and Frodo Baggins had been living there. There were less books stacked in piles. They had all been given away or sold. Yet, there was one book that was more valuable to Sam then any other.
It was called "The Red Book Of Westmarch"
The book had been started off by Bilbo Baggins. But it was not called the Red Book. It was called "There And Back Again: A Hobbits Tale"
Bilbo had started the tale just after he had come back from the Lonely Mountain. The story had been written by hand, like most books had been.
The title page looked messy. Frodo had a bit of trouble figuring out a title. There were many crossed out titles. Above them was a line of writing. This had been done by Bilbo when he had started his book.
There And Back Again: A Hobbit's Tale
Frodo's handwriting came next. Most of it had been crossed out.
My Diary.
My Unexpected Journey.
There and Back Again.
And What Happened After.
Adventures of Five Hobbits.
The Tale of the Great Ring,
compiled by Bilbo Baggins from his own observations and the accounts of his friends.
What we did in the War of the Ring.
The Downfall
Of The
Lord Of The Rings
And The
Return Of The King
(as seen by the Little People; being the memoirs of Bilbo and Frodo of the Shire,
supplemented by the accounts of their friends and the learning of the Wise.)
Together with extracts from Books of Lore translated by Bilbo in Rivendell.
Samwise had never read the two books. He didn't have to. For he knew them all off by heart. When Bilbo had been living at Bag End, Sam would be told tales of trolls and wood elves.
The book had been put in a box under their bed. Sam knew that it would be safe there. The children were not allowed into their bedroom.
A few times, Samwise had taken the book out. He had opened it to the last page and read. A quill in hand, the son coming though the window.
There was a fire place warming up the air around him. A mug of ale was sitting by him. smoke rose into the air from the end of his pipe.
Sam was deep in thought. He had read the last page that he had written.
"Now, what happened after that?" he asked himself.
Samwise had finished another chapter was now on his last. He gave a small smile and dabbed the end of the quill into the ink well.
He then started to write.
The Grey Havens
Sam left a space between the title and the rest of the writing.
The clearing up certainly needed a lot of work, but it took less time then Sam had feared. The day after the battle Frodo rode to Michel Delving and released the prisoners from the Lockholes. One of the first that they found was poor Fredegar Bolger, Fatty no longer.
Sam smiled. He was still friends with Fredegar. Ever since his release, Fredegar had been putting on more and more weight.
Fredegar was now the same weight that he had been before his capture.
Sam continued to write.
He had been taken when the ruffians smoked out a band of rebels that he led from their hidings up in the Brockenbores but the hills of Scary.
"You would have done better to come with us after all, pour old Fredegar!" said Pippin, as they carried him out too weak to walk.
He opened an eye and tried gallantly to smile
"Who's this young giant with the loud voice?" he whispered.
"Not little Pippin! What's the size in hats now?"
Samwise smiled. He knew that both Merry and Pippin had grown. In fact, they were the tallest hobbits that ever lived. It is said that they were taller Bandobras Took. Bandobras reached a grand height of four foot, five inches. Sam puffed his pipe, sending smoke into the air.
"Now, what shall I put next?" he asked himself.
Then there was Lobelia. Poor thing, she looked very old and thin when they rescued her from a dark and narrow cell. She insisted on hobbling out on her own feet; and she had such a warm welcome, and there was such clapping when she appeared, leaning on Frodo's arm but still clutching her umbrella, that she was quite touched, and drove away the tears.
It was then that Sam had stopped for the day. Over the next few weeks, he had hardly worked on it. it got to a point where he had not worked on it for weeks.
The days turned into weeks and weeks to months, then months to years. Sam had been busy with lots of things. He now had a family.
Five of his thirteen children had already been born. By this time, Sam had been elected to be the Mayor of Michel Delving.
The Red Book lay untouched for many years. Until now.
The fire that had happened a few nights ago got Sam thinking. The Red Book was still under his bed. Sam walked into the his bed room and shut the door. the candles were burning and the fire was also.
He walked around to his side of the bed and looked down. He then bend down and reached under the bed. His hand searched for the box.
A few seconds later, he dragged it out. The top of the box was dusty. It was obvious that it had not been opened in quite some time.
Sam unlocked the box and opened it. Inside, a red book made of leather. Sam continued to look at it for what seemed a few minutes. He then took the book out, the crisp paper crumpled slightly. The pages looked worn and the book well read.
Sam the flicked though the pages to the end. His eyes read over the words.
"Not much more to do" he told himself.
The children could be heard though the house. Pippin Gamgee had stopped crying. Sam took a deep breath and took the book to a writing table in the corner of the room.
He carefully placed the book down and sat on his chair. The floor was bare tiles. A bit of dust had accumulated around the legs of the chairs. But the room was relatively clean and tidy.
Sam opened the book again and flicked though until the end. There, the words stopped half way down the page. His eyes scanned the last words.
He gave a small nod and looked at the blank spaces.
"Right" he said.
But instead of getting a quill, he got off of his seat, leaving the book open. He walked over to the door and opened it. Walking out, he closed it behind him. He walked though the corridor to the kitchen.
The kitchen was empty. The table had been cleared of all plates and table mats. Samwise headed for a cupboard. There, he opened it and looking inside. Mug and glass cups were standing there. The hobbit smiled and got out a mug out.
Sam then turned around and walked towards the cellar door. Opening the door, he looked inside. The cellar was stocked with many things. Eggs, meat, small barrels of wine, beer and ale. Milk in glass bottles. Vegetables and fruit were resting in wicker baskets.
Cakes and bunches of cookies lay on the top shelf, away from the children's prying hands. Samwise walked past all of them.
The small barrels had taps on them. The barrels were made of wood. The ale inside had been a few weeks. The drink did not last long and they only had two or three barrels at a time.
Sam placed his mug under the tap. The tap was then turned on, the ale started to fill up the mug. Samwise took a deep breath and looked around.
His eyes then landed on a packet of cookies. Sam started to think.
"It's still a few hours until lunch, it wont hurt to do so" he told himself.
The mug was half full. The hobbit took his hand off of the mug and walked over to the packet. He picked it up and looked around. the mug was now full to the brim with ale.
Sam quickly walked back and turned off the tap. A few drips fell, making the surface of the ale ripple. Sam placed the packet in his pocket.
The hobbit then walked out again and to his room. He placed the packet of cookies and the mug of ale down on a small table by the writing table.
The seat was made of wood and had wooden arm rests. San sat back down and looked at the empty pages. He took a few seconds to think of what he was going to write next.
Sam took a deep breath and picked up the quill. Memories were coming back to him. the quill was then dabbed in the ink.
Sam started to write where he left off.
"Yes" said Gandalf; "For it will be better to ride back three together than one alone. Well, here at last, dear friends, on the shores of the Sea comes the end of our fellowship in Middle-earth. Go in peace! I will not say: do not weep: for not all tears are an evil"
Then Frodo kissed Merry and Pippin, and last of all Sam, and went aboard; and the sails were drawn up, and the wind blew, and slowly the ship slipped away down the long grey firth; and the light of the glass of Galadriel that Frodo bore glimmered and was lost.
It took Sam a couple of minutes to get to the ending paragraph. He knew that the end was near. His mug of ale had not even been touched.
His hand slowly reached out and picked up it. He gave a silent toast to Frodo and the nine members of the Fellowship.
Sam took a large gulp and placed the mug back down.
"Right, lets get on with it then" he told himself.
The quill had been set down. The nib still had ink on it. the nib was then dabbed into the sea of ink again. Sam continued to write.
At last they rode over the downs and took the East Road, and then Merry and Pippin rode on to Buckland; and already they were singing again as they went. But Sam turned to Bywater, and so came back up the Hill, as day was ending once more. And he went on, and there was yellow light, and fire within; and the evening meal was ready, and he was expected. And Rose drew him in, and set him in his chair, and put little Elanor upon his lap.
He drew a deep breath. 'Well, I'm back,' he said.
At that, Sam put down the quill. He had finally finished the work of both Bilbo and Frodo. Sam picked the ale and downed it. He did not stop until he reached the bottom. He took the mug away from him and took a deep breath. Sam's eyes then fell on the packet of cookies.
His hands then ripped open the packet to reveal chocolate cookies. He picked one out and started to eat. A few crumbs landed on his lap. The chocolate was sweet and the dough had been cooked to perfection.
The book lay closed in front of him. Memories lay in it's folded pages. The packet was being emptied by the minute.
Hobbits could be heard from the other side of the window. Children ran around, laughter was in the air. Hobbiton seemed to be normal. Many families were out, enjoying the snow. small wheel barrows had had their wheel taken off and was now being used to slide down the side of the hills.
But there were some that were stuck indoors. Not because they chose to, it was because they were scared. A girl sat on the bed. On the floor was a trey full of food. She could hear the people in her house.
The door to the room she was staying in opened. Light poured into the dark room. Eglantine was standing there. For a moment, she stood there for a few seconds.
"Hamson is going up to the house to see if there is that we can save" she told her daughter.
Pimpernel said no words, nor even looked at her mother. Eglantine took a deep breath and walked out again. The room was then bathed in darkness again. The light from the window was not very bright.
The room was losing heat. Pimpernel was now cold, but she didn't do anything about it.
On the other side of the door, Eglantine was waiting for Paladin, Hamson, Pearl and Pervinca to come. A few moments later, the four of them went out.
Eglantine smiled as they came towards her.
"Sam is going to meet us up there" Eglantine told them.
All of them had their coats on. Outside, the temperature was very low. The wind around the lands were making the air twice as cold as it would have been. The lake in the middle of Hobbiton had a thin sheet of ice around the shallows. The rest of the lake was rippling from one side to the other. Tall blades of tall brown grass danced in the wind.
The ripples of the water licked at the cracked ice. The clouds above sailed over like they were on ice. Their shapes changed slowly and quietly. There were many shades of grey and white dotted in the sky.
The once green fields were now grey. Foot prints crossed the fields. Snow hobbits dotted around the town. Some were half finished, others were larger the most real life hobbits. The bottom ball of snow was just over half the size of a hobbit standing at full height. A second one had been made. This one had been put on top of the first.
But there would be no snow hobbit making today. The group of five headed up the hill. Along the hillside, a door opened and Samwise Gamgee emerged.
He had a coat on. He closed the door and looked around. His breath travailing up into the air. His eyes then fell on the group walking up the snow covered hill.
Sam then walked towards them.
"I guess you'll be heading for then house then" he said as he walked towards them.
Eglantine nodded.
"Yes" she answered.
The group had now increased in number. Six of them continued towards the burnt out house. It took them a few minutes to do so.
As the party came around the hill, the house came into view. Paladin stopped. He didn't want to go any further. Eglantine was beside him, she stopped as well.
"Paladin?" she asked.
She could see many things in his eyes. Fear, anger, hatred, loss, sadness.
"Come on, we have to go up there" she said.
Paladin took a deep breath, the condensation rose into the air and was never seen again. The old hobbit moved on again. He hated having to go there.
Young hobbits were gathered around the burnt out building. Tongue wagging and rumours flew around like birds scared of their predator.
But that soon stopped as the six of them approached. Some of the hobbits moved away from them as they came to the gate. Sam was the first one to reach the gate. He opened it and walked though. But he didn't leave it closed for the others. Instead, he stood there, keeping it open for the others.
He then closed it and walked with the others up the short stone path way. Grass grew all around the small garden. There were beds of flowerless soil. The fire had burnt them all away. The door, which had been opened, was hanging off of it's hinges.
There was a noise coming from within. Someone was already in the empty shell of the home. What sounded like crockery was being moved.
Sam watched the corridor inside. He wondered who was in there. Chard wood scattered the ground. The threshold of the house was none recognisable. The back of the door was black and crumbly.
"Hamson?" asked Sam.
The sounds stopped. For a while, there was nothing. Sam was just going to step onto the many pieces of wood when someone came out of one of the rooms.
It was Hamson.
He stopped and looked at Sam.
"Did you call?" Hamson asked.
Sam smiled and nodded. Hamson looked down and slowly made his way towards them. The wooden shards lay on top of one an other.
A few times, Hamson had to move some of them out of the way.
"What were you doing in there?" asked Pearl.
Hamson didn't answer.
"It'll take a lot to clean this up" Sam said glumly.
"We better start then" Hamson told him.
Hamson's hands were black, it was obvious that he had been routing though the rubble. But Sam didn't think starting at that very moment was a good idea.
"I think it'll be better to wait a few weeks and then start" he told his brother.
Hamson was confused and a bit angry at what had been said.
"But, why not now? Now is a better time then ever" he argued.
"Hamson, it'll take weeks to clear this up" said Pearl.
The front door creaked a little bit as it was pushed by the wind.
"I can not understand why you would want this house be left as it is. Someone could be hurt and I'm sure you don't want that"
Samwise now to choose. His brother had a point in what he had said.
Yes, they could leave it until Yule had come and gone. That had been Sam's plan all along.
But then, what it someone was hurt? What if there was another accident?
Sam's mind was trying to weigh out the situation. His breath rising into the air like the others. His hands were in his pockets. They were warmer there then in the open.
His nose was running, sniffing came to the hobbits. Their noses started to turn red.
"Alright, we'll have to clean it up" Sam finally said.
Hamson nodded.
"But what about the rubble, we only came up here to see if there was anything that we could save" Pervinca told them.
"There is nothing, I checked when I was in there" Hamson answered.
Lunch was fast approaching, Eglantine was thinking about going back to get lunch ready. But she knew she had to help with the clean up.
"Alright, lets get some wheelbarrows and start carting this away" Sam said.
A sudden wave of movement came over the group. Pearl stood still, Sam was watching the hobbits moved off.
"Should I go and get Marigold, Daisy and May?" she asked.
Samwise nodded.
"The more hands we can get, the better" he answered.
Pearl nodded and looked at the others. Paladin was looking around, he looked a bit lost. But Pearl did not confront him. Instead, she walked back down the stone path and though the gate.
The girl walked away from her sister's destroyed house. A minute or two later, she arrived at another. her hand knocked on the door.
Inside, May was sitting at the kitchen table. A plate of cookies were at the side and she had an empty book before her. Another book lay open. An ink well and a quill were there on the table as well.
The knocks echoed though the house. May, who had just taken another bite of her cookie, looked up. Taking a deep breath, she got out of her seat and walked out of the kitchen.
She walked down the corridor and to the door. Upon opening it, she smiled.
"Pearl, is everything alright?" she asked.
Pearl smiled.
"We're cleaning the debris from Pimpernel's house and we need all the hands we can get" she told her.
May smiled.
"I'll be happy to" May told her.
The door was left open as she went to the pegs to get her coat. The coldness continued to seep into the warm house. A minute later, she came out with a large woollen coat on. The black buttons had been done up.
The two girls walked away from the warm house.
"I need to go and get Mari and Daisy as well" Pearl told her friend.
"Alright" May answered.
The two of them walk along the way to where Marigold was living. Like before, Pearl knocked on the door. The door opened and a similar looking hobbit to May appeared.
Marigold had the most golden hair of all of the Gamgee siblings. She was the youngest as well.
Pearl explained what was happening up at Pimpernel's home. Like May, Marigold went to get her coat without a complaint.
There were now three hobbits in the group.