The Took household was now busy again. Warmth ran though the heart of the house. The fires on the heath and the candles were both throwing out light and warmth around the house.
Different smells ran though the house. Toast and bacon mainly. Diamond yawned as she turned around with a rack full of warm toast and placed it on the table.
On the table were three plates. A knife and fork lay on either side of them. A mug of ale had been placed before either place as well. For hobbits normally had ale with each meal.
Diamond flipped the hot slices of bacon with a wooden spatula. The meat had turned a pinker colour as the heat cooked it.
Origo was sleeping on Diamond's side of the bed. Pippin was still sleeping on his. The night had been long for him. Hunger was not on the hobbits mind at the moment. The duvet had been drawn over him. the journey he had been on had taken its toll on him.
In the kitchen, Diamond was now cutting into a soft loaf of bread. A knife with a wooden handle was held in her hand. Slice after slice were cut. The cellar seemed to have kept one or two loaves in good condition.
"Pippin!" Diamond called.
Her voice echoed though the house. But still, Pippin did not wake. Diamond looked at the door, but she couldn't hear movement.
Diamond knew that she could leave the room with Merry there.
"Pippin!" she shouted again.
This time, Pippin started to wake. He turned over in the bed and pulled the covers over himself some more. Pippin had been plucked out of his dream, but was still too tired to get up.
But something happened that made sure he had to get up. Faramir Took started to cry. For he had been woken up as well. Pip raised his head just a bit and looked over at the cot.
The crying baby only grew louder.
"Alright lad, I'm coming" Pip said, throwing off the covers.
The hobbit could now feel the coldness of the air around him. The fire that was raging over night didn't seem to warm up the room. Pippin's feet touched the cold tiled floor.
Faramir's cries only grew louder. So, Pippin walked around the bed to the cot. He smiled as he gently picked up his son. Faramir's tiny hands were flailing as Pippin tried to shush him.
"Its alright, daddy is here" Pip said as held his son.
The smell of bacon then hit Pippin. A smile came over his lips.
"Come on, lets go and see mummy"
So, Pippin walked out of the room. Faramir was still held in his arms. Hunger was now getting to both of them as the kitchen got nearer. The sounds from the kitchen grew as well.
Diamond was now placing the hot slices of bacon on the bread. Butter had been spread thickly on top. Diamond looked around as Pippin entered the room. Diamond gave him a big smile.
"Morning" she said, picking up the bacon and placing on the plate on the table.
There were four more slices of white bread laying on the surface, one sandwich for Merry and one for Diamond. More bacon was being put on the hot pan. The three pieces instantly started to sizzle.
Pippin held Faramir in his arms as Merry started to eat. Pip missed the old Merry. The one that sat before him acted a lot younger then normal.
Merry took a bite of the bacon and chewed. Amazement came over his face. He liked this new food very much. So, he continued to eat.
The more he ate, the more thirst battled with him. Merry then saw the mug of ale sitting before him. His hand extended and the mug was picked up. But it was drunk right away. the hobbit continued to look at it.
"Why don't you drink it?" Pippin asked.
He had been watching him. Merry looked up.
"Is it safe?" Merry asked.
Pippin nodded and smiled.
"Just try it, you'll like it"
Merry to a deep breath and looked back at the drink. The cup was slowly lifted to his lips. Merry took a sip. The ale ran down. Merry gave it a second before downing the whole mug full.
Something happened to Merry. Neither of the hobbits could explain what happened. Something in Merry's head unblock his memory. But it happened so fast, they didn't see the exact point of it.
Merry placed the empty mug down and looked at his two friends.
"What?" he asked.
The bacon sandwich was still laying on the plate, half eaten. Merry looked down at it and smiled.
"Oh my favourite" he said, picking it up again.
Diamond stopped what she was doing. The spatula was placed down.
"Merry, what's my name?" Diamond asked as she slowly walked to the table.
The hobbit looked up.
"Well, Diamond of course" he said, looking confused.
A smile came over her and Pippin.
"He's back" Pippin said.
All this time, Pippin and Diamond struggled to keep Merry safe. But now, ale had sorted him out.
"Back?" Merry asked.
"Back where?"
In the other room, Origo was now waking up as well. His eyes were still drooping as he lay there. He didn't want to get up, but he was very hungry. A yawn came over him. He whined, wanting to back to sleep. But he was now fully awake.
Origo could smell the bacon wafting though the house. The sound of talking met the pups fluffy ears. He could make out his Diamond's voice.
The pup stood up on the duvet. His eyes looked around. He set off down to the end of the bed. It was easier said then done for Origo. For he was much smaller then the hobbits. He was too scared to jump off of the bed at its full height. Instead, he would wall all the way down to the end of the bed.
There was a dressing box there. It was just right for the pup to get on and off of the bed. Origo reached it and stood on the box.
He looked down. It took him a few seconds before he jumped onto the cold tiled floor. But the coldness did not reach the pup.
Ori reached the door and stood there. He poked his head around the door way and looked. The candles flicked in his eyes as he looked both ways. The talking seemed to be coming from down the hall way.
So, Origo set off. The talking got louder and louder as he got nearer. The door to the kitchen came into view. It was large and wooden. The door to the kitchen had been left open by just a small bit.
Origo reach it. He could see a figure or two beyond the door way. He tilted his head, wondering if it was really his Diamond there.
Curiosity got the better of him. The door was not that heavy and Ori was not all that big. He poked his head though and looked up. There was a forest of legs before him. Some were wooden, some belonged to the hobbits.
Pippin sat on the right, Merry on the left and Diamond at the back. This was who Origo wanted. So, Origo walked it and scurried around to where Diamond was sitting.
But, when he got there, someone was already being cuddled by her. Origo saw the noisy pup wrapped up in a blanket. Origo stopped and looked up at his Diamond.
She looked down at him and smiled.
"Hello pup" she said.
Origo whined and looked around at the cooker. There was no smell of turkey around. only the smell of bacon, which Origo didn't like one bit.
"You hungry?" his Diamond asked.
The puppy nodded and whined. Diamond smiled, she looked a bit tired again.
"You'll have to have the rest out of the packets, I need to go and get some more food" Diamond said.
Pippin, who was now eating, looked over at her.
"Oh, well I could do it for you" he offered.
Diamond was unsure.
"Well, you could, but do you know what I will get?" she asked.
Pippin shrugged.
"You could write me a list if you like" Pippin told his wife.
Diamond thought about for a second. The option agreed with her.
"Alright, I'll write you a lift as soon as I have fed Ori and Faramir" she said.
Pippin nodded and continued to eat. Every so often, he would stop for a drink of his ale. Merry was now getting hungry again. But the pan had been taken off of the heat and was now cooling down on the work top.
A minute or two later, Pippin had finished his sandwich as well. Crumbs lay on his plate and the ale in his mug drained away as he drunk from it.
For now, his hunger had been tamed. Diamond smiled.
"Would you take him for a moment?" Diamond asked her husband.
Pip nodded and got up. He took the baby from her. Faramir grumbled a bit, but didn't cry. Origo watched his Diamond get up. she walked over with him and, with two big hands, scooped him up.
Origo's sprits rose as he licked her. Diamond smiled as she walked towards the cellar. Origo rested on her. He eyed the baby in Pippins arms.
The door was opened. A smell rushed out.
"Oh!" Diamond said, walking backwards.
Origo looked around as Diamond went back from the cellar. The smell was not a very nice one. Diamond wafted the air from in front of her nose.
Pippin and Merry smelt it as well.
"What is that?" asked Pippin.
His face crumpled up as the smell reached him. Diamond looked around.
"I don't know" she answered.
Merry stood up. His fingers pinched his nose so that no air reached them. The smell continued to pour out of cellar.
Diamond placed her puppy on the ground.
"Could you pass me that candle?" she asked.
On the work top, a few candles had been placed along the work top. They had been stood on a small brass stand. Their flames danced as Pippin picked one up and handed it to his wife.
The brass was warm, having been slowly heated up over night. Little spots of wax lay on the surface of the brass. Yet, there were still solid drips running down the side of the candle.
Diamond walked over to the cellar door and looked in. There were strange shapes inside. Shelves had been put up all along the walls. There were more shelves jotting out. but the shelves were bare. The food had all been used before they had gone away. Diamond had planned on getting more food for Yule, which was now only two days away. But her plan had been dramatically diverted.
The hobbit slowly walked in. The light touched the different levels of the shelves. Origo slowly walked up to the open door of the cellar. He peered in. He could barely see his Diamond.
The light radiated from the candle, lighting up objects that hid in the darkness. The object that created the smell was then lit up by the light as well.
"Oh no!" Diamond said.
Origo tilted his head and whine.
"Pippin, the Yule chicken had died" Diamond said.
She turned and walked out, not able to take the smell any more.
"Where are we going to get a new one from?" Diamond asked.
"It will take weeks to fatten him up. Plus, all the good ones would have been picked out long ago" she said.
Pippin nodded.
The smell had now stopped radiating from the cellar.
"Do you think we should forget about Yule this year?" Diamond asked.
Pippin looked a bit shocked.
"Forget about it?" he asked.
He inhale and thought for a moment.
"No, we cant forget about Yule. Especially Faramir's first" he said.
Diamond knew that Faramir's first Yule would not be as she hoped. She wished now that she hadn't fallen ill. All those months of planning had now slipped away from her.
Meanwhile, Origo was looking up at his Diamond. Diamond had a dress on which came down to just above her big feet.
Origo whimpered and tugged at its hem. Diamond looked down to see her adorable puppy trying to get her attention. A smile came over her.
"Come on" she said, scooping him up.
Ori whined happily. He licked his Diamond's face.
"Love you too pup" she said, kissing him on the fluffy head.
The pup settled down, he rested his head on Diamond shoulder as she walked over to the two baskets. The two of them were empty save for a small paper packet.
Diamond took it out and looked at it. Origo was looking at it as well. He knew what it was and he wanted. But his owner didn't want him to have it just yet.
"It's alright, wait a minute" she said as the turkey was placed on the work top.
Diamond raised her hand and opened the cupboard. Inside, plates and bowls were stacked on top of one another. With her spare hand, she got out a bowl. Ori watched her, wondering when he would get his turkey.
A small whimper came from him.
"Alright, I'm just going to warm it up" she told her puppy.
Pippin was still sitting down. Merry, who had re-entered the room, was sitting on his seat again.
"You know" Merry started.
"I cont really remember how I got here" he said, looking around.
Pippin looked at him.
"You…" Pippin paused for a few seconds.
"You lost your memory" he said.
The sentence confused Merry. He didn't quite understand it.
"Lost my memory?" he asked.
Pippin gave a few small nods.
"But…"
But Merry couldn't find the word to say.
How could he have lost his memory?
And how did it come back?
Meanwhile, Diamond ripped open the small packet of turkey and tipped its contains into the bowl. The clock on the wall ticked. The larger hand was now pointing at the number Eleven and the small hand at Twelve.
Lunch was in an hour. But neither of the hobbits were hungry. Nearly every house hold in Hobbiton had a chicken cooking in the fire.
Chimneys sprouted out of the tops of the hills. Smoke was being thrown into the air. The wind blew it away. bird sang as they always did. They were unaware of the nights events.
Inside one of the homes, a hobbit sat. There was worry in her heart. The night had been difficult for poor Rosie Cotton. Her husband, Samwise, had failed to come back.
He had taken his sword with him. His business had been as dark as the night he entered. His safety had been at the highest risk it had been since the time that he had entered Mordor. But this time, he knew better of what he was doing. But the darkness still prevented him from seeing past a few meters.
Sam's hand wrapped around the cold handle of the sword. The snow below his feet crunched as he made his way down the hill. There were no other hobbits out in the cold. All of the lights seemed to have been blown out as hobbits of every age went to bed.
Sam had no candles or food with him this time. He didn't need it. The cover of darkness would be his only protector.
The wolves were somewhere over the stone bridge. Sam knew that they could take his life. There were ten wolves altogether, but only one of him.
Yet Sam had the upper hand. He had had experience in fighting. Not that it was a good thing, hobbits did not like war and anger. Their lives were peaceful and quiet. Food, drink and smoking was normally the main pass time.
When the snow came, time was spent indoors. Especially by the elders. Fire raged in heaths all across Hobbiton and the Shire. Wood that had been gathered up for the colder months was now being used up. The hobbits cut them up into smaller chunks. Their small axes were now resting indoors, waiting to used again. The blade of the axe had been made from metal.
Sam was now wishing that he did not have to go. But he couldn't turn back. He was mayor of the Shire and, if the call came to fight, he would.
The Green Dragon loomed out of the darkness. large round windows had been placed all along the wall. A round door was shut, that was the only way into the building.
Chimneys seemed to grow out of the roof. Smoke didn't rise out of the chimneys like they did from the houses. Ale and beer were served. But in a few days, a large feast would be taking place.
Like every year before, the Green Dragon's feast would only invite thirty to Yule One and thirty for Yule Two. Their feasts were stuff of legend.
It was said that each table would be served a chicken to itself. There were six tables in all. They were round with five chairs around each one. Ale, whiskey and beer flowed in abundance. Food of nearly every sort had been ordered for the two days of feasting.
The invitations had been sent out days before. All came back with "Thank you, I shall certainly come"
But Sam had a lot to do before he could rest and think about Yule. The hobbit continued to walk towards the bridge, leaving the Green Dragon behind.
The bridge came into view. A mass of black. The snow sat upon the cold rocks. The water under rushed away. it looked as black as the sky above. But its temperature was much lower then the air.
Sam stopped at the start of the bridge. It was then that he had a choice to make. To either go on or to turn back and wait for the sun to rise. But he knew that his son was out there, somewhere in the wild.
So, Sam placed one foot forward. There was no turning back. The bridge stretched to the other side of the bank. The snow on the other side seemed to be untouched by hobbits. Any tracks that had been lain had been covered up.
Sam could see the sky darkening before him. It had been a few hours before that Frodo had come up. The light had been bright, unlike now when Sam was there.
The snow had stopped falling. But that didn't mean that he was any warmer. In fact, he was much colder then he was a few hours before.
The same route was taken as before. The path up the small incline was covered, but Sam knew these lands better then anyone else. The snow crunched under his feet as he continued to walk.
The wolves were near by. Sam could sense their presents. But he could not see them. The hobbit continued to walk. The tree lines was getting near and near.
But still, the wolves did not attack. Instead, they waited. Waited for when the time was right. They could see the hobbit as though it was day. The leader moved along with Sam, hidden in the trees.
Sam continued to walk. The tree line came nearer and nearer. The sky was lighter on the other side of the small band of trees. Sam stopped suddenly. A small figure ran though the trees. His eyes tried to spot it again, but there was no sign of it.
"Frodo?" he called out.
His voice echoed around the forest. But there was no answer. Only the wind blew in his ears. Sam looked back, he could see the faint outline of the town he just left.
The coldness seemed to deepen as his thoughts went to going further. Sam started to walk forwards again. He was minutes from finding out that he had been hunted for most of the day.
The wolves had gathered around. the leader's plan was just about to come into being. He could see the figure of Sam walking though the forest.
Now was the time for the first part of his plan. Two wolves emerged right in front of Sam. The hobbit stopped. His eyes darted from one creature to the other.
Two more emerged behind the hobbit. Sam looked around.
"Oh no" he said to himself.
He could see large white fangs. The growling started to get louder and louder. The alpha male was slowly walking out of the darkness towards him.
The alpha male was much larger and powerful then the rest of the pack. He had a scar running down the right side of his face and a bit missing from the top of his ear, obviously from past encounters with enemies.
Elanor entered the room. She stopped at the door. her mother was sitting at the table, looking sad.
"Mummy?" Elanor asked, walking up to Rosie.
"What's wrong?"
Rosie looked down at her child.
"Noting sweetie" she answered.
But Elanor knew what was going on. She walked up to her mother. Rosie looked down. Her daughter looked exactly the same as her. They both had dazzling blue eyes. But Elanor's hair was much more golden then her mothers.
"Come here" she said, lifting up her daughter.
Elanor was placed on her mother's lap. Rosie continued to think. Her Sam and son, called Frodo, were still out in the cold.
"How would like to make come cookies for me?" Rosie asked.
Elanor looked up.
"OK mummy" she asked.
The two of them gave a big hug before Elanor slipped down. She moved out the way as her mother also got up. The chair scrapped along the tiled floor, sending an echo around the room.
The fire was burning in the heath. The hobbit walked over to the cellar and opened the door. Elanor waited in the kitchen, having being told to wait outside many times before.
Rosie walking in and started to gather the ingredients. Her sprits were not as high as normal. She took a deep breath as she walked out.
The door was closed, keeping the food inside. Elanor watched her mother. To her, she looked very tired and upset. But Elanor didn't want to mention it.
The ingredients were placed down on the work top. The sorrow in Rosie's heart was too much. She was weak and confused.
Just then, a knock came from the front door. Rosie looked around, but she had no hope that it was Sam. Elanor looked at her mother. Without a word, the small girl walked out of the room.
She walked down the hall way. As she was walking, three more knocks came at the door. Elanor reached the large wooden door. she was now old enough and tall enough to open the large door.
The door started to swing open. Without warning, the door was pushed quickly open. Elanor was barged out of the way.
Samwise burst in, quickly shutting the door behind him. Elanor looked up at him. There were scratches on his face and his cloths ripped.
The sword he was carrying had been snapped in two. There were bags under his eyes. He did not sleep the night before. His heart raised as he looked down at his daughter.
"Daddy, what happened?" she asked.
Sam's eyes were darting around, there was fear in his eyes. He looked down at his daughter. But there was nothing he could say to her.
Rosie came out of kitchen, wondering who was at the door. She stopped as she caught sight of her husband. Sam looked terrible.
"My lord" she said.
She rushed forward.
"What happened?" she asked.
But yet again, Sam didn't answer. He stood, back against the door. Elanor was looking at her father, to her mother.
"Elanor, go to your room please" Rosie said.
But Elanor didn't find this fair.
"But why do I have to?" she asked, finding nothing wrong with her behaviour.
"Just go!" Rosie shouted.
There was dead silence in the house now. Elanor was shocked and upset that her mother shouted at her. Without another word, Elanor turned on her heels and stomped away.
Rosie now had guilt in her heart. She didn't mean to shout, she was upset and worried. But she had more important things to worry about.
The door to Elanor's room slammed. A few seconds later, the crying of Pippin could be heard crying. Rosie looked around, she had to get him.
Sam watched his wife walk away. He couldn't believe what he had just done. The broken blade still had drying blood on it. somewhere out in the countryside lay six dead wolves. The other four had gone off in an unknown direction.
The sound of Pippin's cries grew louder as Rosie came back.
"Sam, you have to warm up" Rosie said.
Sam's large coat was wet, the snow from the night before was still seeping onto him. The hobbits slow, with very numb and cold hands, took the scabbard off.
The scarred and belt fell to the floor. Sam looked up.
"I do not like what I have just done" he said.
His voice was not usual for him. He had started to regret ever going after the wolves. But he had to. He couldn't just wait for them to attack.
Rosie walked up to him.
"You did what you seemed best" she told him.
Sam looked away, he couldn't look her in the eyes. It was not like hobbits to go out to kill. No matter the circumstances, they did not like killing other animals.
"Come, lets make you some tea, lunch will be soon" Rosie said.
Sam gave a weak smile. He had had nothing to eat over night and his hunger was now coming back. The two of them walked back into the kitchen.
Frodo was still out in the coldness. Neither of his parents knew where he was. Sam slowly sat down on his chair. Every so often, the events from the night before flashed past his eyes.
Rosie slowly sat down on the side of the table. Her son lay in her arms. For a few minutes, the only sounds meeting their ears was the ticking of the wooden clock and the crackle of the fire.
"So" Rosie said.
"Do you want to talk about what happened?" she asked.
Sam took a deep breath and looked away. A part of him needed to let it out, but another wanted to bottle it up.
"Do you really want to know?" Sam asked, talking for the first time since he had returned.
Sam had asked Rosie a question that she didn't know the answer to.
"Well, where did you go?" she asked, thinking quickly.
"I went up over the bridge again. I went to exactly the same place, just up the small hill. But this time, they were waiting for me" he said, looking at his wife.
The day outside was going on, like it had for many hundreds of years.
"The wolves" Sam continued.
"The wolves were waiting for me up at the top of the hill. Ten there were. They surrounded me"
Images started to flash before him. The hobbit had his sword out. It had been one that he had acquired many years before. The sword was light and had been made from strong metal. Gems had been set within the blade. The cold metal blade had serpents snaking along it in red and gold.
The sword was in very good condition. The silver had been polished and all of the blood marks taken off. The gems looked as new and as clean as the day they had been carefully placed in.
"There seemed to be a leader" Sam told his wife.
He could see the dark furred wolf facing him. The scar could be seen on the right side.
"What did he do?" Rosie asked.
Sam took another deep breath. It was getting harder to talk. He could see what had happened to him, but he didn't know how to describe it.
He could see, in flashes, the wolf coming towards him. The sound of growls came to his ears. It drowned out the fire and clock. The kitchen seemed to open up. it seemed that the outside had been taken and place right where he was sitting.
The wolves were back, that same feeling of being trapped. A hard surface touched his back. It was a large tree, towing upwards.
"He was the first to attack. He had a scar on the right side of his face and a bit missing from his ear. I saw his large teeth coming towards me. And there was only one thing that I could so"
There was a moment of silence. Rosie could see the pain in his face.
"Maybe we should talk about this later" Rosie said.
Sam looked up at his wife. He gave a small nod. Rosie smiled and looked down at Pippin.
"Maybe I should get lunch on"
But deep down, Sam just wanted to go back outside and search for his son again. He didn't want to lose his oldest son. Rosie stood up and walked away.
Sam sat there in his own little world. The noises of the pan and of Rosie humming to her child did not register in Sam's ears.
Elanor was sitting in her room. She was whispering to herself.
"What did I do?" she asked angrily under her breath.
Her eyes darted to the door. But there was no one there.
"Why am I always the one who gets blamed?" she asked herself.
There were sounds echoing though the house. Rosie was standing up, getting the pans out. Lunch was only in an hour. As nearly always, roast chicken would be served up.
But Rosie was not the only one getting ready for lunch. All across Hobbiton, hobbits were getting the oven ready for cooking. Some had even gone as far as putting the chicken in.
Fredegar Bolger was sitting at the kitchen table. His mother was walking around the kitchen, she had packets of different vegetables.
A large dead and featherless bird sat on a tray. Its head had been chopped off and insides been discarded. Rosamunda had cleaned it thoroughly. The tap was on. Water gushed out of it and into a pan.
Vegetables were waiting to being cooked, boiled or roasted. Fredegar's stomach was rumbling.
"I wont be able to wait for lunch" he told himself, looking down at his large belly.
His mother was busy with cooking his lunch. Fatty stood up from his seat. It was a lot of effort for him to do so. The hobbit was so large that he now could not see his large feet. Fredegar slowly walked over to the closed cellar door. He looked around at his mother, she was busy spreading honey on the uncooked chicken.
The cellar door was slowly opened. Fatty smiled as the coldness hit him. Without a second to thick, he walked in. But, as soon as he did.
"Fredegar Bolger!"
His mother called from behind. Rosamunda had stopped spreading the honey on the bird. Her fingers had sticky honey on them.
"Get out of the cellar!" Rosamunda said.
Reluctantly, Fatty walked out again, his hunger untamed. The door was closed.
"Lunch will be ready in an hour, you'll have to wait"
Fredegar grumbled.
"Pardon?" his mother snapped.
"Nothing, nothing" he said, not wanting to get into any more trouble then he already was.
His mother surveyed him for a few more seconds before going back to spreading the honey. It would be a long slow hour for Fatty.
Meanwhile, Diamond was getting on her coat. A basket had been placed at her feet. Standing near by was a small puppy. Origo watched his Diamond get ready.
"Come on then" she said, doing up the last button.
Origo barked happily and wags his little tail. Pippin had been left to look after Faramir for a while. Diamond was planning on getting a turkey and some food to tied them over until Yule.
The door opened and the coldness fought its way in. Origo scurried out into the coldness. Diamond followed him, closing the door. The basket was held in her other had.
A smile came over her. She was back where she belonged. There was not a worry in the world, apart from cleaning and Yule. But time was running out and the invitations had not been sent out.
But there was no time to worry. Diamond had to buy a turkey for Origo and a chicken for themselves. The path leading down to the market place was icy and snowy. A few times, Diamond nearly slipped, but saved herself.
Origo was sniffing the ground. He could smell lots of smells in the snow. But none that he knew.
Diamond smiled as he explored the place. His little eyes were taking everything in. The more he looked around, the more he wanted to explore. But turkey was now on his mind.
The market place was unusually busy for this time of day. Origo stopped as they reached start of the market. His little eyes darted around. new faces and smells met him.
"Come on" Diamond said, walking past him.
Ori barked happily and followed Diamond at her heels. The hobbit headed towards the first small stall. Beside it was a pen. There had been four wooden stakes hammered into the ground. A metal sheet of wire had been wrapped around the outside.
Origo walked up to it and looked at the birds. They were chickens. Origo's little eyes panned from one bird to another.
Diamond smiled.
"Could I have that one please?" she asked, pointed to the largest one.
The old looking hobbit smiled and nodded. Origo's eyes watched the hobbit pick up the chicken and take it away. Ori trotted around the side and watched the hobbit.
The chicken was then lain on the surface of the stall. The hobbit picked up a large knife. With one chop, he cut the head of the chicken off.
But the puppy had lost his concentration and was now looking around. there were a few hobbits walking around. The Green Dragon had opened for another day. Its chimneys were sending smoke high into the air. Origo watched as the smoke started to dissipate over head.
Outside, there were hobbits standing around. Their large feet were bare as they stood in the snow. Some of the hobbits went in and some walked away.
"Come on, lets get your turkey" Diamond told him.
Origo looked up and barked happily. So, the two of them went over to the next stall. Like the first, it had a pen to the side of the stall.