The wind blew as a small fairy stood inside a small nest. A green glow surrounded her. But there was no light in the small nest. Instead, it was coming from small fairy.
Just then, a second fairy came into view. This one was also glowing, but with a different colour.
"Ivy?" asked the fairy.
Ivy took a deep breath and turned away. Guilt and fear was heavy in her heart. Talking was the last thing she wanted to do.
"Ivy, are you alright?"
The second fairy had a silver glow to her. Her name was Luna. Both Luna and Ivy were part of small tribe of fairies. They were one of the last in the ancient forest in which they lived.
"I do not want to talk" Ivy told her friend.
But not all that Ivy had said was the truth. Deep down, she wanted to yell her lungs out. But she had to be calm. She did not want cause panic among her friends. Panic was the last thing she needed.
"Why?" Luna asked, her bubbly self was hidden.
She had a hint of seriousness about her. Ivy looked away and walked over to the corner. Scenarios were flashing before her eyes. Both good and bad.
Ivy took a deep breath and looked around at her friend. Luna noticed something about Ivy's look that summed up and answered many questions.
"We need to do what they say" Ivy said, finally coming to terms with what needs to be done.
Luna took a deep breath, knowing that it took a lot to scare Ivy.
"But why don't we just stand up to them?" Luna asked, playing the war card on Ivy.
Ivy shook her head.
"Standing up to them is the main reason we're in this mess" Ivy answered.
The options had now whittled down to two. To stay and be slaves to the Decessus or to leave this forest and never return. But Ivy knew they had ways of tracking them down. The Decessus were a group of fairies much bigger and much more powerful then Ivy's group.
"There must be some other clans we could side with, what about the clan down by the river?" Luna asked.
Ivy shook her head.
"The Alveus have gone, they were one of the first to go" Ivy answered.
"The Cariosus?" Luna asked.
Ivy shook her head again.
"They are few in number now, yet they did stand up for themselves. We can ask no more of them"
Their options had now been vanquished. There seemed to be no way out of the hole that they had dug themselves into.
Snow was now falling as Ivy sat with her back against a brittle tree. Her green glow continued to radiate out, lighting up a small surrounding area.
Laying on the ground in front of her was, by comparison, a large puppy, snoozing away. Origo's small chest was rising and falling as he snoozed. Ivy smiled, knowing that he would surely be hungry when he awoke.
Turkey was the one and only thing that the puppy ate. Ivy knew that he would not change his mind, no matter what tasty treat was placed in front of him.
Origo was having a very strange dream. Figures were dancing across his vision. Everything that he was seeing was strange. There was a single figure standing over him. It was facing away from him.
This was in fact his very own Diamond. But, due to memory loss, he did not remember her. The figure of Diamond smiled as she busily cut up Origo's turkey.
"Origo?" she asked, continuing to face forward.
This name was familiar. Confusion flooded over the small pup.
"Doesn't that green thing call me that?" he asked himself.
But he was not a hundred percent sure. Just then, a smaller figure came into Origo's peripheral vision. Another puppy. This did not make Origo at all happy.
The pup looked very similar to Origo. In fact, it was himself.
"Oh, there you are" said the tall figure, looking around.
Origo caught a glimpse of the figures face. This too was familiar. He knew he had seen those blue eyes before.
But where?
Just then, the figure turned around. It had something in its hand. This something was set down. The creature beside Origo seemed to find this very interesting. A small pinkish tongue could be seen as he walked to the bowl.
Origo watched as the pup took a quick sniff and started eating.
"Can I have some?" Origo barked up at the tall figure.
But his bark did not make the figure turn around. Anger started it fester in the small pup. But the figure was focusing on the other puppy.
"You seem to be one hungry puppy" the figure said.
Origo looked at the figure, then back to the pup. The food in the bowl was rapidly vanishing. Before long, the bowl was empty. The tail of the rival puppy wagged. It gave a small whine and looked at the bowl.
"Would you like some more?" she asked.
The pup nodded his head, making his fluffy ears flop.
"You'll get fat you know" Diamond said.
Origo whimpered, he was hungry as well and he needed his food.
"I suppose one more slice wont hurt" she said.
She picked up the two knives and started to cut another piece off. She placed the two knives down and took the slice. She turned around and walked over to him bowl.
"There you go" she said, placing it in the bowl.
Just then, the picture started to vanish into a dark abyss. In the real world, Origo was waking up. But the dream he had just had was now imprinted in his memory.
Ivy smiled as she heard the sleepy puppy started to whine. A yawn came from her friend, who's fluffy head was resting on equally fluffy paws.
Origo tried ever so hard to fall back to sleep, but it would not catch him. His small eyes opened, seeing a green glow. Ori knew exactly who this was.
"Did you have a good sleep?" Ivy asked, finally having someone to talk to.
Ivy missed talking to her pup, even though sometimes, she did not make much sense to him. A small whine confirmed that Origo was now fully awake.
Ivy smiled and produced a very large plate of turkey for the pup. For a moment, Origo did not move. But, the scent of the turkey tickled his wet nose. This made him spring into life.
The puppy's small tail started to wag, completely forgetting about his dream. Ivy giggled as Origo ate the food on the plate.
"Eat it all up now, we have a long way to walk today"
Origo did not need much encouragement to eat all of it. Ivy watched as the large pieces were gobbled up. Origo continued to eat, the amount of turkey lessened by the minute.
Ivy knew that today would be easier. For Origo had woken up happy. This helped a lot. Ivy knew that Origo could be very reluctant at times.
But today seemed different. Origo felt refreshed and playful. The coldness around him did not effect him. Ivy's warmth bubble was still wrapped around every inch of the small pup. This was one of the reason why Origo had slept nearly all of the night.
A minute or two later, Origo had finished the turkey in the bowl. But that did not stop him from licking the measly morsels left clinging to the plate.
Ivy giggled, suddenly making the plate vanish. Origo's small tongue continued to poke out as his eyes looked from the burnt floor of the tree, to the small fairy.
A small whine came from the small pup as he sat there. Ivy took a deep breath.
"You can have some more when we next rest. But for now, we need to get moving"
Origo's eyes glinted in the green light. Ivy did not succumb to the look Origo was giving her.
"Now, now" she said, fluttering towards the entrance.
"It'll only be a few hours" she said.
Origo lowered his head. This was the part he hated. Walking was not Origo's strong point. But Origo had to do it. So, reluctantly following Ivy, Origo made his way out of his shelter.
The day was crisp. On the ground sat a thin carpet of mist that crawled across the land. The rotting, brown leaves were brittle as Origo stood there, taking in his surroundings.
Something seemed to happen that triggered one of Origo's most recent memories.
"Ivy?" Origo whined, stopping.
The green fairy stopped and turned around. She took a deep breath.
"What now?" she asked, thinking it was going to be about food again.
But it was not.
"When I was sleeping, I had these strange things in front of me" Origo explained.
This confused Ivy.
"What strange things?" she asked, fluttering a bit closer.
Origo tried to remember what had happened. His eyes darted around, trying to figure out what he had seen.
"Well" he started, finding a clear point that he could start from.
"I remember a tall figure and a small figure" he told her.
The picture was still not clear enough for Ivy to understand.
"What did the tall figure look like?" Ivy asked.
Origo tried to remember further back into his memory. But his mind was now foggy, he was slowly forgetting his dream. It seemed that the harder he tried to remember, the more he forgot.
"I cant remember" he whined, looking down.
Ivy took a deep breath.
"Well, when you can, you can tell me then" Ivy said.
This did not please her much. Origo had stopped for the first time and they were now behind schedule. Ivy fluttered off, the pup followed a few seconds later.
Birds had started to sing from the break of dawn. The light slowly began to rise, eradicating the inky blackness of night and turning it into a lighter shade of blue.
The clouds were thin and moved slowly across the sky. But, on the very far horizon was a monstrous cloud threatening to bring more snow.
But that would be many hours. For now, the day was fine. Ivy and Origo continued to get closer to Bree. But they were not the only ones heading to Bree. A young girl had been riding for most of the night, stopping for only every so often for a bite to eat.
The coldness was now taking a bigger effect on her the longer she stayed out. Her nose had a rosy colour to it now. She sniffed every five second. Her hands were numb, her grip on the reigns weakened. But the fact that she was nearing Bree was enough to keep her going.
Bree was a busy town. The town of Bree was in habited by a few hundred houses, more then there were at the time of war a few summers ago. A large wall encircled the small village, keeping it at bay. The road ran parallel with the wall. The hill peaked over the top showing off thatched roves.
Sprouting out of the roves were red bricked chimneys. Smoke was pouring out of nearly all of them. All the black pillars of smoke were sailing with the wind. A gate had been planted in the middle of the wall. The gate was the only way in and out of Bree.
The girl was still an hour's gallop away. Her stomach rumbled worse then ever. But she could not stop now. The coldness seemed to deeper as she rode on. The thin mist parted as she rode through it.
But the wall of Bree was still many miles from where she was. A warm inn was situated in the middle of Bree. It was the main attraction for many passers by. It offered a room for night for those who were passing through.
The Prancing Pony had seen its fair share of strange goings on. There was a time where the whole of Bree was in danger.
Nine deadly figures had entered Bree with a bang. Old Harry, the gate keeper at the time, was crushed as the large door fell on him. He did not remember much about what happened afterwards.
But what happened earlier in the night was a thing of many conversations.
"Some say he had the soul of Melkor in him. You could see it in his eyes" they suggested.
But there were few regulars left in Bree. But there were a few faces that had stayed on through the troubled times. One of them was the owner of the Prancing Pony, Barliman Butterbur.
Barliman had given out many pints of beer in his time. But he had also told the story of what had happened on that night many a time too.
The young girl would soon learn of this tail as she rode ever onwards. The ground rumbled as the horse flew past. It was then that she saw the first signs of any settlements. A thin cloud of black smoke continued to rise into the clear air. Minutes later, the first real signs that a settlement had grown nearby.
A wall, surrounded by the greenest ivy, started to run along the road as well. The momentum of the horse started to slow as the road slowly swooped around.
A gate game into view as the girl reached her destination. The horse slowed to a stop a few meters from the gate. Dismounting, the girl looked at the gate. The gate was made of wood.
"I wonder if I should knock" she thought, looking around.
Birds continued to sing as the girl slowly walked to the door.
"Well, here goes nothing"
The girl raised her fist and knocked three times. After the three bangs, silence met her ears. But it was not true silence. The wind blew in her ears and birds sang.
Just then, a new sound came from the other side of the gate. A small window opened and a face appeared.
"Yes?" it asked.
The old man was none other then Harry, the gate keeper. The girl was taken a back for a moment. But that soon passed.
"Please, I have been riding all night" the girl said.
Old Harry opened the gate and surveyed the girl deeper.
"Where are you from?" he asked.
The girl took a deep breath. Her hands were so cold that pain started to throb in every finger.
"Just up the road" she said, nodding to the direction she came from.
Old Harry continued to look at the young girl before him for a few more seconds. His mind then made itself up.
"You best be coming in then" he said, opening the door so that both horse and girl could enter.
The girl gave a relived smile and walked in. The horse followed on, its metal shoes clapping against the solid ground. The buildings all looked the same. Muddy paths led away to different areas of the small town. Foot prints could be seen in the cold, hard ground. They created deep valleys and high peaks. Only a down pour of rain could dislodge their figure.
The girl stopped in the middle of the path, taking in her new surroundings. Only a few people were out in the coldness. To the girl, they all seemed to look rough and rugged.
She could feel their eyes scanning her. But this was a normal feeling for the girl. She had had it most of her life. The horse beside her rubbed its head on her shoulder, gaining her attention.
"We need to find you a stable" she said, rubbing her hand on the horses face.
The girl had no idea where the stables were. But her scenes led her up the muddy road. On either side, houses with crystallised roves glinting in the early morning light.
Small, round windows showed a small glimpse into the world of the people living inside. Flickering candles could be seen dancing in the windows. Some windows had drapes handing over them. The road that the girl walked on swooped around a shallow corner.
It was then that she saw, for the first time, a creaking sign. The sign was hanging on two rusted chains, swinging in the gentle wind. The girl gave a smile and saw a few more horses tied to a wooden bar just outside.
"I guess that's where we're heading" the girl said.
So, walking with more pace, she arrived at the building. She struggled as she tied the horse to the wooden bar. She began to get angry with herself. But, just as she was about to give up, her hands suddenly had the strength to do the job.
She smiled, saying not a word to the horse. All she wanted to do now was to get in the warmth. Warmth had not been felt on her pale skin for a few days now. Coldness had been digging into her face ever since she had left the safety of the pub she had been working at.
The door to the Prancing Pony had a faint green tinge to it. It had once been coloured green, but the many summers and winters of rain and snow had slowly washed it away.
The girl opened the door and felt a sudden wash of warmth over her. Her senses were suddenly over whelmed as she walked over the threshold.
Her eyes saw many other people, more then she saw on her journey here. Her nose picked up the scent of cooked meals. Bacon, eggs, freshly made bread, sausages were all fighting to catch the girl's hunger. But food was not the only smell that tickled her senses, tobacco smoke was also present in the air as a fine mist.
A fire crackled merrily in the heath, bathing the people in warmth. The girl gave a large smile, feeling the heat touch every part of her.
There was a lot of talking in the room. Laughter erupted from a small group on one of the tables. A clanging sound met the girl's ears as someone came through the door. An old looking man came through, carrying plates full of the freshest food that the girl had ever seen.
This man was a familiar sight for the men sitting at the table. But for the girl, he was just another nameless being. He gave a tired smile, placing the four plates he had before each of the men.
"Would you be liking anything else?" he asked.
The men shook their heads.
"Well, I'll be around if you need me. Always happy to help" he said.
A second later, he walked away. The girl watched his movements, tracking him all the way to the bar. The man yawned, looking very tired indeed.
But, something must have caught his eyes as he looked straight over at her. The girl did not know what to do. The man gave a warm smile to her. One that the girl found very strange. She was not used people being nice to her.
"Well, hello there" he said, looking over the bar.
The girl took a step back, making sure she could get away if anything bad happened.
"My name is Barliman" he said, the hair on the side of face moved as he smiled.
"Would you like something to eat?" he asked.
The girl backed against the wall. She was still making up her mind about who this man was and if he was going to hate her.
The girl's eyes darted around.
"I have no money" she said, knowing that she would have to pay.
Barliman took on a confused look.
"No money?" he asked, finding this very strange.
"Where are you from?" he asked, having a suspicion that the girl was not from Bree.
The girl took a deep breath.
"I'm from down the road, just a day's ride away" she told him.
Barliman nodded.
"Where are your parents?" he asked.
The girl looked away for a moment, she did not like talking about it.
"I don't have any" she said.
Barliman now felt guilty. He looked around, seeing if there were any free tables.
"Follow me" he said, coming out from behind the bar.
The girl slowly followed Barliman. He led her all the way to the free table at the back.
"I'll get you some food, just take a seat here and I'll be back soon" Barliman told her.
The girl nodded and slowly sat down. Everything was strange to her. She could feel eyes grinding into her very soul. She slowly took her bag off and placed it down by her feet.
The girl continued to look around. The walls were very dirty indeed. They had years of dirty and decay on them. Flickering candles hung from metal chandeliers. The wax had continued to melt, creating brittle droplets of wax that ran down the shortening stick.
The girl noticed that two of the men were whispering in the farthest corner of the inn. She knew, deep down, that they were talking about her.
Barliman came back a few minutes later having plated up some food.
"There you go, I'll bring a pint of bitter in" he said, giving a small wink.
The girl smile as he laid the plate on the table. A silver knife and fork had been placed on the plate. The girl had never seen so much hot food in her life.
No one had ever been this nice to her. She almost could not believe that she had a massive plate before her. So, without another second wasted, she picked up the knife and fork.
The sausages were the first to go. The girl cut them up and ate them, chewing quickly. But her hunger felt like nothing would tame it, not even the biggest meal she could think off.
But Barliman came to her aid with another plate. This one was full of sliced bread and blocks of cheese. Barliman also brought his promised pint of bitter. That too was also placed down.
"If you need anything, just give us a call and I'll sort you out" Barliman told the girl.
The girl smile and nodded.
"I will, thank you" she said.
Barliman nodded and walked away, leaving the girl to eat in peace.
But the young girl was not the only being eating their breakfast. Another young girl, a hobbit to be exact, was sitting at a table. She had missed breakfast time, a very important meal of the day for hobbits. But her mother had kept some spare just for her so she did not miss out.
The young girl went by the name Elanor. Elanor Gamgee to be exact. Her hair was gold and wavy, just like her mothers. In fact, she was her mother in miniature. They shared nearly all the same features.
Elanor had been blessed with beauty. Her hair was flowing down past her shoulders. Her cheeks were rosy red and her eyes brown, like her father.
But she was not the only child of Rosie and Sam. Elanor had, for the moment, four younger siblings. But that would soon change. For both Rosie and Sam were keeping a secret.
Rosie was yet again expecting a child. The relationship between Samwise and his oldest daughter was, at the moment, going through a rocky patch.
Elanor had stolen a very precious book of her fathers, given to him by Frodo Baggins. The Red Book, it was called, had caught her eye and a plan was hatched to read it. But this plan failed.
She had been caught red handed, in the middle of reading it.
And her punishment?
To stay in for one whole week. This did not go down well at all. An argument sprung out and words were said that were not meant. And now, neither of them were on talking terms. Elanor had decided not to eat with the rest of the family.
This did not help the fact that there would be hardly any food left after each sitting. But that's what Elanor had got stuck in her mind.
"Breakfast is ready" Rosie would say, coming into her room and awakening her.
But Elanor did not move. Her mother did not have time for Elanor's silly games. But a small bit of food was kept spare for her. Elanor did not say it, but she was grateful for it. She hated missing out on her mother's food.
Elanor finished her late breakfast and took a deep breath. She picked up her mug of water and down a gulp. The young girl took another deep breath, placing the mug back down.
A few seconds later, the girl arose from her wooden chair and walked out of the room. Her mother and father were both busy with the children.
Samwise was looking after two of the five children. Merry and Rose were playing together in the lounge. The fire crackled as the door opened.
The sound of laughter met Elanor's ears. Then the sight of her two younger siblings chasing each other followed. Samwise glanced at his oldest daughter for a split second, then looked away.
"Can I go out?" Elanor asked.
"How did I know?" Samwise asked himself.
But he did not answer his daughter's question. Instead, he simple ignored her. Elanor found this very upsetting. She loved her father very much, but the fact that he was ignoring her broke her heart.
So, she left before she felt any more upset. Samwise continued to sit.
"And I have told you that you are not allowed out" was his answer to her questions.
But now, he was not talking to her. This made Elanor more upset then when she had been shouted at. So, she made a bee-line to her room and closed the door behind her.
The snow that had once been outside, laying on the ground, had now melted away into a muddy sludge. The sludge was not very good at make snow hobbits or even snow balls. It would simply fall apart with the slightest of pressure applied to it.
Snow hobbits were dotted on the field by the lake. The children of Hobbiton had been busy making many of them. But now, they were standing like white guards on a muddy battle field.
The snow had now all melted. But that did not stop the children from planning what to do for the next time. But for now, they were all at home, getting ready to come out.
A small child smiled as she made her way towards one of her friend's home. She had amazingly blue eyes and brown curly hair. She was smaller then the other hobbits of the same age.
The young girl smiled, opening the gate to Elanor's home. The young girl walked through and closed it behind her. She continued to journey right up to the door, where she could go no further.
Elanor was now laying on her bed, her sprits were the lowest they had ever been. Just then, a sound met her ears. Three knocks echoed down from the large door. She knew exactly who this was. And she knew exactly what her father would say.
But that did not stop Elanor from trying to open the door and talk to her friends. The bedroom door opened quickly. A second was taken to make sure her mother or father were not coming.
She smiled, seeing neither figure. The young girl scurried along. As she did, the knocks echoed down the hall way again. Elanor knew that either one of her parents would soon reach the door.
She looked around one more time, then opened the door. Standing there, her friend, looking very cold.
"Gloria?" asked Elanor, feeling the coldness hit her face.
Gloria smiled.
"Hello, how are you?" she asked.
Elanor looked back, she could hear footsteps coming ever closer.
"I can't talk, I'll get in trouble again" Elanor said, getting more and more distracted and nervous.
Rosie then came around the door way. It was the coldness that sparked her suspicions. The corridor flowed around a shallow corner. It was then that she saw her eldest daughter standing with her head out of the door.
"Elanor Gamgee!" Rosie said, making her daughter jump.
The young girl quickly closed the door, cutting their conversation short. Rosie was not very happy with her daughter and it showed on her face.
"Get you to your room" Rosie said, pointing down the corridor.
Elanor looked back at the door, knowing her friend was still standing on the other side.
"But!" Elanor said, looking back at her mother.
Just then, Samwise came down the corridor. He spotted Elanor and Rosie standing near the door.
"What is the matter?" he asked, looking at his wife.
"Nothing, Elanor was just going to her room" she said, giving a very clear hint.
Elanor lowered her head and walked past her parents. Sam took a deep breath.
"I don't know what has gotten into her lately" he said, hearing the girl's bedroom door close.
Rosie took a deep breath.
"Maybe we're just going through a rough patch" she suggested.
In her room, Elanor was standing on her bed. She could just about see out of her window. She could see figures her hobbits walking around. But her view did not just extend to the figures, but for many miles. Trees grew in random places. Green patches out numbered white patches. Clouds seemed to extend on until they met the horizon many miles away.
The sun created a wintery glow that made the air look fresher. Birds of every sort fluttered about. Elanor could not hear their songs. She would not risk opening the window and lose all of the heat gathered inside.
Taking a deep breath, she turned around and sat on the bed. She had nothing to do. Elanor's favourite wooden horse model was still laying across the room, untouched. Her eyes were drawn to it.
Inside her head, the horse was speaking to her.
"I'm sorry" it said, pleading with the young girl.
But Elanor did not take heed. Instead, she just sat there. Her emotions were very confused. Sadness and anger seemed to fight one an other.
"Elanor?" asked the horse, trying to get her attention.
To anyone else, the horse was silent and still. After all, it was made entirely of wood and nothing more. The young girl took a deep breath and looked angrily over at the horse. But nothing came of her look.
The horse took a breath as well. It would be hard business to convince his friend that he did not make her do it.
"Elanor?" he asked again.
The scowled and sat the opposite way from where the horse was. This made it easier to ignore the horse. Elanor was now busy in her own world. She imagined the things she would have done if she had been allowed out.
"Well, I would have spent all day playing in the snow" she told herself.
A small smile came over her as she slipped into a day dream. The coldness enveloped around her, the greenness of the ground slowly started to turn a silvery white. Snow flakes were falling like feathers caught in a bitter wind.
The young girl smiled as she placed on her coat.
"Now, you be careful" Rosie said, giving her daughter a kiss on the cheek.
Elanor smiled.
"And what time are you back?" her mother asked.
Elanor thought for a moment.
"Lunch?" she answered.
Rosie smiled.
"Good girl, now go and have fun" she said, opening the large door.
"And make sure you don't go over the bridge"
Elanor smiled and looked around as she walked towards the gate.
"I wont!" she shouted back.
Rosie smiled, closing the door on the coldness trying to rush in. Elanor reached the gate, but did not open it right away. Instead, the young girl stood there, looking around. The feather-like flakes fluttered down. There was a thin carpet of snow already on the ground. Elanor smiled, knowing that more snow hobbits would now be built.
Elanor opened the gate and closed it after getting to the other side. The snow flakes continued to rain down, creating a sheet of white that got thicker the more one tried to look further.
Elanor was now heading to her friends house. She smiled as, after a few minutes, she reached her target. The large round door was approached. Little Elanor's hands were already starting to feel numb. But she mustered the strength to bang on the door three times. This let the hobbits know inside know that someone was waiting for them.
The coldness started to get to her even more. Movement seemed the best way to keep warm. The young girl slowly started to shiver as she stood there.
Thirty or forty second passed before the door then opened. Standing on the other side of the door was an older hobbit. It was a woman. Gloria's mother.
"Oh, Elanor" she said, her smile widened.
"Do come in out of this horrible cold" she said.
Elanor smiled and walked over the threshold. The door was quickly shut behind her.
"Gloria!" the woman shouted down the corridor.
"Gloria, Elanor is here to see you!"
A few seconds later, Gloria came scurrying towards them.
"Good morning" she said, smiling broadly.
Gloria's mother smiled and walked away, leaving the two girls to their own devises. Elanor smiled as she took off her coat with stiff, cold fingers.
The last button was, eventually, undone and the coat taken off. Elanor hung it up as she started to feel warm again.
"Come on" Gloria said, walking away from her friend.
Elanor smiled and followed suit. Gloria had her very own room, being an only child. Being an only child was rare within hobbit families.
But, being an only child did have its advantages. Gloria had nearly all of the attention she needed. There was no one else to ruin it. Both her mother and father had lots of time on their hands.
Like the rest of the hobbit abodes in Hobbiton, it had everything a very large family needed. Their food supply had not heeded. They got through as much food as the Gamgee family did.
Gloria opened the door to her room. It was very warm and just as big as Elanor's was. Her bed was standing under the frosted window. The four legs of the bed were hidden by the large duvet that sprawled over it. An old, colour faded rug had been set down on the floor.