"The snow was much colder then it is outside. And it was not only snow falling. A storm, conjured by Saruman, hindered our progress. Light came down and struck the side of the mountain. He was trying to kill us. But Gandalf was not going to make that happen. He spoke in tongues that only he could understand. But something happened that I don't think he wanted"

There was a small moment of silence.

"A massive lightning strike dislodged some of the snow and rocks above. And there was only one direction that it was headed"

There was yet another small pause. But Diamond seemed to know the answer already.

"It was heading right for us. All we could do was wait until it was over"

It was a miracle that none of the nine were swept off of the mountain. Gandalf, who had been leading the group, had now come to fork in the road.

"We now had come to a fork in the road. We had three directions we could go. One was the Gap of Rohan, but that would be a big risk. For Saruman now controlled the gap. It was impossible to slip past unnoticed. The second option was to keep going. But the coldness was getting to us hobbits. The third option was the one that we chose. It was to go through the mines of Moria"

The mood seemed to have changed as Pippin sunk ever deeper into his feelings.

"The door to the kingdom led into a large mountain. A whole race of beings lived their life by the flame of fire. But that had changed. When Gandalf finally managed to open the door under the mountain, the dwarves had all be killed"

Diamond did not understand what Pippin had said.

"Killed?" she asked.

"By what?"

Pippin took a deep breath.

"Goblins. But according to Gandalf, that was not the only to worry about. And we would soon find out what he meant as we journeyed deeper and deeper into Moria"

Pippin could still hear the echoes of the vast halls of Moria. But someone else came into his head as well. Ghastly goblins and massive trolls. The sound of metal on metal rang in his ears.

Goblin after goblin entered the chamber they we're in. Pippin gave a small smile. It had been him that had given away their position to the goblins.

But there was a beast far worse then stinking goblins to worry about. Its name was the Balrog. It was an ancient, fiery, dragon-like creature. This was the first time that Pippin had been Gandalf scared.

"And then we came to a bridge. It crossed a canyon, black and endless. But only eight of us made it. Gandalf stood in the middle. The Balrog stood before him. It was hundreds of times bigger then he was. We watched as Gandalf slayed the almighty beast. At first, we all thought it was over. But a large crack of a whip told us that it was not. Gandalf's ankles were wrapped in a fiery whip. As the Balrog fell, Gandalf's legs were taken out underneath him"

Pippin could see the small figure of Gandalf holding on. Then, a few seconds later, vanishing into the black abyss below.

Diamond could see Pippin replaying this scene over and over in his head.

"Did he survive?" Diamond asked.

She had not seen Gandalf since his visit to the Shire when Bilbo had his party.

"Yes" Pippin said, taking a deep breath.

"Frodo and Sam were the last to know. For, after visiting Galadriel, Frodo decided to go on alone. But Amon Hen brought the biggest fight. Orcs, straight from Isengard, had been tracking our movements. Their objective was to find the ring of power, killing anyone that stood in their way. And that's exactly what they did. Later, me and Merry found out that Boromir had been mortally wounded"

Diamond knew that this meant he had died. But neither of them said it.

"Frodo, with a little help from us, had escaped. But Merry and myself had paid the price. We were now captives and heading right into the jaws of torture and death. We were now prisoners, being taken away by the surviving orcs"

This was horrifying for Diamond. Yet she wanted to know more.

"What was it like?" she asked.

Words could not describe how much Pippin wanted to get back to the Shire. But that would have to wait.

"It was horrible. The smell coming from the rabble of orcs as they ran were over powering. Water and food were short coming, if any at all. Weakness started to overcome us. Our arms were numb due to the hours of holding onto the orcs"

There was a short pause before Pippin carried on.

"We knew little of the motives of the others. I slowly started to realise that the two of us might not get out of our little situation. For the orcs were ruthless and bloodthirsty"

Night time had fallen and the orcs stopped their running. Hunger was getting to the orcs. It soon turned to the hobbits. Talks of eating their legs sprung around.

Merry saw this as a distraction. So, the two hobbit headed towards a line of trees. But were stopped. What happened next happened a little too fast for Pippin.

Out of nowhere, a spear came and his an orc in the back. A few seconds after, a rumbling met Pippin's ears. It grew louder and louder. Out of the darkness came large creatures. Rohirrim on horses.

Within a few minutes, all of the orcs were dead. At the same time, Merry and Pippin had made their escape. They had cut their own bounds that had been tied around their hands. But the danger had only just started.

"We ran into what we thought was a safe forest. But it was not. Fangorn was ancient and wild. Trees were different there. Strange tracks crossed over the moist ground. Merry and I kept on running. But we were being followed by one of the bloodthirsty orcs. An idea then seemed to popped into Merry's head. He suggested climbing trees to get away from him"

Pippin thought this was a good idea at first. But then something happened that he had never expected in a million years. A large eye creaked open. The tree that Pippin was now up started to move.

"It was Treebeard. It had been a long time since we had a friend. At first, Treebeard did not trust us. For, as wise as he was, he had not heard of Hobbits before. We learnt that Treebeard had been having many problems with orcs. We understood what he meant, for we had seen what orcs could do. But this did not mean he trusted us. This meant only one thing. We were carried to a small area of the woods. There, we were dropped to the floor in front of a large figure"

Diamond's heart rate rose a little. She loved what Pippin was telling her. Respect was still growing for him. But another surprise was coming her way.

"Who was it?" she asked, thinking it was going to be a horrible creature.

But Pippin gave a small smile.

"It was Gandalf" he said.

This made Diamond's eye brows rise.

"Gandalf?" she asked, not trusting her ears.

"But, you said he fell!"

Pippin smiled. He had exactly the same reaction to finding out that Gandalf had returned.

"Indeed he did. But, you have to realise, Gandalf is not ordinary being. But, something had changed about him. Instead of his dirty gray cloak, he was wearing a crystal white one. But that was not the only thing that had changed. His staff, his hair looked like it had been cleaned and combed. There was a strange twinkle in his eyes too. One that I had never seen before. He later explained to us that he had killed the Balrog"

Diamond's curiosity was now getting to her again.

"How did he do it?" she asked.

Pippin took a deep breath. It was getting harder and harder to remember what the wizard had said.

"Well, he told us that he had defeated the Balrog after many hours. His energy had been spent after many hours and days battling against the creature. In the end, Gandalf prevailed and the beast was slain. But now, another, more dangerous chapter in Gandalf's life had started"

The War of the Ring was now taking shape. Battalions, companies, gangs, groups and rabbles of orcs were gathering together. Not only in Mordor, but in Isengard too.

Saruman was now ready to attack. He too had been cooking up orcs of his own invention. These were bigger then Sauron's orcs. Their armour think and their hatred for man was fuelled by blood thirst for death.

A massive arm was being created in the depths on Isengard itself. Creatures spawned from mud and ready to kill. They did not have to train to fight. It was in their very soul to kill.

Armour was made for thousands of orcs. Thousands of cold steel swords were made for one purpose. To kill mankind and let the darkness over rule.

But everything had now changed. Both Saruman and Sauron had been over thrown. The number of orcs and evil men had diminished.

The events were now assigned to the books and stories of men and hobbits alike. And this story was being passed onto one more being who knew little, if any, of the goings on.

Pippin took a deep breath.

"The wizard had meet Aragorn, Legolas and Gimli. They had been coming after us, fearing the worst. But the worst had not come. In fact, Gandalf was heading for Edoras. There, he would talk things over with the king of Rohan, Theoden"

Diamond seemed not to be interested in this part of the story because it did not involve Pippin.

"Should I carry on?" Pippin asked, seeing Diamond's eyes wondering around.

Diamond took a deep breath.

"No, Pippin, you can carry on" she said, giving him a smile.

Pippin gave one back and continued.

"Merry and myself were now at the mercy of Treebeard"

Diamond smiled as she put her coat on. Her son was still crying, a sign that he needed his mother's comfort. Diamond buttoned up the last button and walked back to her room.

"Alright, mummy is here" she said, walking to the cot.

Faramir had wriggled out of his nice, warm blanket. His little face was screwed up.

"We're going to see Dolly, would you like that?" Diamond asked.

Dolly had helped Diamond so much over the past few months. In fact, it was hard to think of a way of saying thank you.

Diamond smiled as she walked out of the room and down the corridor. Diamond took a deep breath, knowing that

when she opened the door, she would have to face the coldness outside.

But there was nothing for it.

The door creaked open. The warmth that had been stored in the house was now escaping. Diamond could feel the coldness tickle her cheeks. The door behind her was closed, keeping the two fronts of temperature separated.

Snow was melting on the ground. But, there was still enough to make a crunching sound when walked on. Bird song could also be heard. Small robins went about their daily business, not bothering to watch or wonder what Diamond was up to.

It took a few minutes to reach Dolly's home. Diamond smiled as she knocked three times. Inside, Dolly had just started to pour water into a cool kettle when she heard the bangs coming from the door.

Dolly took a deep breath, thinking that she would never get to relax. So, turning the water off, Dolly walked out of the room. It took longer then normal to get to the front door. For her joints were now ceasing up with her old age. The wrinkles on her face seemed to deepen with every passing year.

The opening of the door couldn't have come sooner for Diamond. Dolly was revealed a few seconds later.

"Diamond?" she asked.

Diamond gave a small smile.

"Hello, Dolly" she answered.

The door widened, letting out the heat. Diamond could fell the warmth tickle her skin.

"Why, do come in" Dolly said, smiling.

"It's ever so cold out there"

Diamond smiled back and walked over the threshold. The large door was then shut, keeping the warmth in its rightful place.

"Would you hold Faramir while I take my coat off?" Diamond asked.

Dolly smiled and gave a small nod. Diamond then handed her child over to her. It was then that she could take her large coat off. She smiled as she looked over at Dolly.

"He's got much better" Dolly said, placing one hand over Faramir's little forehead.

Diamond nodded.

"He's calmed down a lot" she answered.

Dolly took a deep breath. Their conversation started to trickle away. But it was saved by Dolly's quick thinking.

"Would you like some tea?" she asked.

Diamond smiled.

"Why, thank you" she said, taking her son.

So, the two of them walked into the warm kitchen. Dolly had already had a large breakfast and managed to clear everything away.

Diamond smiled as she pulled a seat away and carefully sat down. She then looked down at her calm son. He was looking right back at her. His large eyes were glinting in the flickering candle light.

"How many sugars?" Dolly asked, making Diamond break her gaze.

"Six, please" she said.

This number surprised Dolly. Not for being too many, but too few. But she had to comply with Diamond's request. The kettle had been boiling for quite some time. The flames licked the bottom, making the water inside heat up. Steam now rose from the spout.

"There you are" Dolly said, placing Diamond's mug of tea in front of her.

"Thank you" Diamond said.

Dolly slowly pulled out a seat and sat down. Conversation had now ceased again. But, like before, Dolly picked up a small something different in Diamond's actions.

There was defiantly running through her mind. By the looks of it, Diamond was struggling to choose between two sides. Dolly knew exactly what to do to get the information she needed.

"So" Dolly said, taking a sip of her tea and putting it back down again.

"What have you been up to now that little Faramir is better?" she asked.

Diamond's eyes darted around for a split second before answering.

"Pippin" she answered.

Dolly was surprised. Of course, she had picked up that it was about Pippin. But she never thought that Diamond would tell her so easily.

"What happened?" Dolly asked.

Diamond could hear Pippin's voice in her head.

"Well, he wanted to talk to me, I was in the middle of cleaning up at the time. So, I let him in and we sat at the kitchen table, like we're doing now"

Diamond went on to explain the story that Pippin had told her.

"And that's when he reached the gates of Mordor. Merry was with him too. Three hundred men against ten thousand orcs in a last ditch attempt to rule Middle-earth"

Dolly, like Diamond, was clinging onto every word. Diamond smiled as she told about the destroying of Mordor, to the return journey.

"And, Pippin did all this?" Dolly asked.

Unlike Diamond, there was doubt in Pippin's story. Things just didn't add up.

"Diamond, do you think Pippin is making things up?" she asked.

But to Diamond, this was not so. She knew, better then anyone, when Pippin was lying. And lying he wasn't. everything seemed to add up. Even if it did sound preposterous.

"No, I know Pippin and he wouldn't lie to me" Diamond answered.

Dolly could see a different glint in Diamond's eyes now. One that convinced Dolly that both Diamond and Pippin were telling the truth.

Hours past as Pippin lay on his bed. He was not bothered for few just yet, having had a massive lunch, even by obit standards. The talk with Diamond the day before still lingered in his memory.

"Maybe it will change things" he told himself.

It was only a matter of time before Diamond could trust Pippin again. and Pippin knew it. He knew that he had finally done the right thing. For he had seen the look in Diamond's face when he said he was leaving.

It was true. Diamond hated that Pippin had to leave. Yet she was not comfortable with his presence.

"Take care" she said, opening the large door.

Pippin gave a small smile and felt the coldness hit him. For a moment, Pippin swore he could have seen Diamond open her mouth to speak. But no words came from her.

Pippin walked out into the crisp snow and down the path. He opened the gate with and click. Upon looking back, Pip saw that Diamond was still at the door. A few seconds later, it quickly closed.

It was as though Diamond did not want to show her feeling for him. But he was wrong. Diamond was now standing there, back against the door, wishing she would have said something. But the chance had come and gone. All she could do now was hope for another one to come her way.

Pippin slowly walked back. He too was regretting saying more. And, like Diamond, he wanted to say more. But now was not the right time.

A knock came at the front door as Eglantine sat at the table. Paladin was sitting at the opposite side of the table.

"That must be him now" Eglantine said, putting down her knife and fork.

Hobbits did not like being disturbed during their meals. All of them knew that if they were eating, there was a high chance that everyone else would be eating too.

But this time, Eglantine was not bothered. For she had only had a few mouthfuls. The door clicked open and the coldness stormed in.

"Pippin, come in dear" she said.

Pippin sniffed as stepped over the threshold. The door was quickly shut, keeping the coldness where it belonged.

"We've saved you some lunch" Eglantine told her son.

Pippin gave a small smile and hung his coat on the peg. A few seconds later, he followed his mother into the kitchen.

A full day had past since Pippin had visited Diamond and told her his story. He had not seen her since then. But his thoughts had remained the same. A few times, Pippin had come close to grabbing his coat, putting it on and walking out of the door.

But he caught himself as he gripped the door handle to his room.

"No, now is not the time"

Elsewhere, in Middle-earth, situations were much more worse then the one Pippin was in. A young girl was laying on a bed, unable to move. She was not bound in anyway. It was due to all of her energy being spent cleaning and serving people in the lobby below.

Food was rarely given to her since she had been back. In fact, it was getting harder to keep warm due to her weakness. But she was not shivering any more. The coldness seemed to have burrowed deep into her body.

She was now cold to the touch. And there was only one person that could save her.

And that very person had arrived. The sound of a horse outside echoed in the girl's head. But it did not bother her.

Barliman had arrived after a days journey through the land.

"I hope this is the one" he told himself.

For Barliman had been travailing aimlessly for almost a day. Four other inns were checked. But none of the had the young girl hidden inside.

Barliman struggled to tie the reigns to the wooden bar outside. His hands hurt every time they moved. But, after a few minutes, the reigns were tied. Barliman took a deep breath. The warmth inside couldn't have come sooner as he opened the door.

The only sign that Barliman had the right place was the man standing behind the bar. But Barliman was not so hard to miss either.

The man looked at Barliman for a few seconds before leaving the area behind the bar. The door opened and he walked into the back.

The horrible woman stood there, waiting at the bottom of the stairs. Her face was stern and angry.

"The girl is not moving, get her down here!" the woman said.

An evil grin came over the man. He nodded and, without another word, started to ascend the stairs.

In the room down the corridor, the girl could hear the heavy foot steps on the stairs. She knew of only one person it could be.

The fragile wooden door swung open. A creaking sound echoed around the door stopped.

"Up!" the man said, grabbing her hair.

The girl's face screwed up. The pain seemed more intense every time she was subjected to it. She could feel herself being forcefully lifted onto her feet.

Dizziness came over the young girl as she stood there. But, after a few seconds, its started to fade away. The man had also gone. He had gone back downstairs.

Barliman was sitting at the furthest table. His eyes were stuck to the door. His patients had paid off as the door opened again. The man walked through and looked over at Barliman.

A minute later, the person that Barliman was looking for came into the bar. It took a few seconds to realise who was sitting there. But, when she did, she could not help but smile.

"Take this to him" the man said.

He placed a large mug of ale before her. Without argument, she picked it up. The weight of the mug seemed heavier then normal. But it was not. In fact, it was the girl's strength that had been ebbing away since she had left Bree.

"I'm glad to see you" Barliman said, knowing that he was being watched.

The girl gave Barliman a look. A few messages could be extracted from this look. Firstly, a message of help. The young girl looked more like a slave then a worker. Her cloths, the same ones that Barliman had given her, were looking dirty.

The second message was different. It was a warning. For the girl knew how much trouble Barliman was in if he tried to take her away.

"I can not talk to you" she said, quietly.

The man behind the bar watched them intensely. But none of their conversation could be heard.

"Why not?" Barliman asked.

The girl's face now looked scared. She knew what would happen to her if they started to talk.

"Because" she answered, taking a quick look back.

The man was still watching them. The old woman was there as well. Both of them were eyeing the old man.

"If anything happens" the old woman said, handing over a small dagger.

The man instantly knew what she was on about. He took it and kept it concealed.

"You have to leave" the young girl told Barliman.

But Barliman did not see it that way.

"I will not and can not see you being mistreated. I've left my inn to come and get you back. And nothing is going to stop me"

Taking the young girl was easier said then done. But Barliman was ready for anything that came his way. For he too had small dagger concealed on him.

"Please?" asked the girl.

She was now getting desperate. The woman's fuse was not as long as most peoples and it did not take much to set it off.

"Can you just leave?"

But it was too late. Foot steps could be heard behind the girl. Without thinking, Barliman stood up. He was much smaller then the man that came over to him.

"I am sorry, but I am going to ask you to leave" he told Barliman.

Barliman took on a confused look.

"Leave?" he asked.

"But, I've only just arrived"

But this did not change anything. The girl was moved out of the way.

"You will leave now"

Barliman then saw the large, silver dagger. A small bit of him thought better of it. But he needed to get the girl to safety.

"I am not leaving unless I have the girl" Barliman told him.

The size of man did not phase Barliman one bit. For he had encountered people like this since he had owned the Prancing Pony.

A small smile came over the man. The girl knew that things were about to turn for the worse.

"You are walking on thin ice" the man told him.

There was a glint in his eye that told him that the small dagger would be used.

"I will give you ten seconds to start walking towards the door or I will make sure you feel pain"

Barliman knew that he could not afford the girl to get hurt. For, it seemed, that he was the only one that cared for her.

"Ten, nine, eight, seven six, five"

Barliman started to move. But his eyes never left the man.

"Four, three"

Barliman turned and walked to the door. A plan then came into his head. He would wait 'til all was quiet and calm. Then make his move.

The door closed. Barliman was the girl's only hope and he was now gone. She was back where she wanted to get away from. But, this time, she was in a much worse position.

"Get back to your room" the man said, pushing her.

The girl fell to the floor. Her wrists hurt as they impacted on the hard ground. The man walked past her as she knelt on all fours.

"He's gone now"

The woman gave an evil nod.

"We need to find out what she has been up to" she said.

Diamond yawned as she sat down at table. The darkness outside was growing as the sun fell under the horizon. For the first time in ages, she had made a proper meal.

Crisp potatoes, perfectly roasted parsnips, delicate chicken, delicious sprouts and mushrooms were just some of the things that Diamond prepared for herself.

A boat of gravy sat proudly before the plate of food. Diamond smiled as she lifted the boat of think, brown gravy up. Smiling, she started to pour the thick gravy onto her food.

A few seconds later, the food was covered in hot gravy. Smiling, knowing that nothing could disturb her peaceful time, Diamond started to eat.

But, there were still things wondering around her mind that she could not get rid of. One was a small puppy that should have been here.

Origo had been missing for a long while now. All hope in seeing him again trickled away with every passing day. Diamond feared the worst. Sometimes, she could see her precious little puppy laying in a dirty ditch somewhere.

These images upset Diamond the most. For she blamed herself the most. She did not know the whole story. And she may never know.

Bree was lit up but thousands of candles. The night sky was crystal clear. Not a cloud could be seen. The star light flowed unhindered to anyone who looked up. A thin slice of moon could be seen embedded in the inky night.

A young girl, with shoulder length blonde hair and large, brown eyes stood in the coldness.

"Terrific" she thought, looking at a sign.

This was not what she needed. Now, she had nowhere to stay. Mya, as she was known, looked around. She needed to get out of this coldness before looking for Origo.

But rest was needed before she could do this. So, walking back to the stables, she knew exactly what to do to get into the warmth.

Mya hid her bag. A small smile came over her as she changed. Her figure shortened, her body started to grow thick fur.

A few seconds later, a puppy was now standing by the bad, instead of a girl. Mya now needed to find a place to stay. This wouldn't be too hard.

So, the small pup walked out of the smelly stable and looked around. Mya looked around. Her plan was not working so well.

"Hmm, no one around" she whimpered.

So, the pup started to walk. There were streets as far as the small puppy could see. House after house could be seen. Only a few flickering lights could be seen.

Just then, a noise made Mya look around. A cough and crunching foot prints in the snow told her that someone was coming.

A young woman had a large, but old looking coat. She was on her way around to her house when she saw the small puppy standing there.

"Oh my!" she said, stopping.

Mya and the woman stared into each other's eyes.

"Hello there" the woman said, putting out her hand.

Cautiousness then came over the pup.

"Is this woman friendly?" Mya whined.

For Mya had come across many dangerous people in her life time. She still thought people were after her. But then again, she needed a place to stay while she figured out what to do next.

So, with a small wag of her tail, she chose to trust her. Her small wet nose picked up the scent of the woman.

"Hmm" thought the pup, getting a bigger sniff.

"She doesn't seem to be mean. Maybe I should give her a try"

So, walking a few steps forwards, the large hand started to run over her fur.

"Who's your owner?" she asked, checking for any sign of a collar.

But none could be seen. The woman knew that she could not leave the puppy out in this coldness, especially one as cute as this.

"Do you want to come home with me?" she asked.

"I have some nice chicken at home if you want it"

The woman smiled as the puppies tail started to wag.

"Come on then" she said, scooping her up.

Mya felt a strange feeling as she was carried away. She knew that her Pimpernel was waiting for her to come home. But, instead, she was in the arms of another person.

The woman smiled as she walked down a dark, muddy ally. Mya was thankful that she did not have to walk through this. For it would have spoilt her lovely coat of fur that she had.

A small yawn came from the pup as the young woman opened the door to her house. Mya could feel the difference in temperature straight away.

Candles were flickering on rusting mounts on wall. The door closed, shutting out the coldness. Mya looked around. Everything was new to her again. She did not like moving around so much.

Just then, small sound of footsteps met Mya's small ears.

"Mummy!" said a small boy.

Mya was placed on the floor and the boy was hugged.

"Mummy?" the young boy asked, spotting the puppy.

"What's that?" he asked.

Mya blinked twice as she sat there. She loved children. They were always nice to her.

"That's a puppy, do you like him?"

Mya gave a small whine.

"Oh, food!" the woman said, hanging up her coat.

As Mya was just about to walk away, she was stopped by the young boy. His grip was not as soft as the woman's Mya had just left.

"Puppy!" he said, giggling.

Mya gave a small whine.

"Do you want to play?" he asked.

The puppy shook her head, but this made no difference to the young boy. All Mya wanted to do was eat and sleep. But there was no way out of this trap.

"Come on puppy!" said the young boy, picking her up.

"We can play hide and seek!" he squealed.

Mya thought that being friendly to the woman was now a bad idea. For all Mya wanted to do was eat and sleep. But it looked like she would do neither any time soon.

The young boy scurried into the only bedroom of the house. Two beds were crammed into this small room. One for young boy and one for the two parents.

"Here" he said, placing Mya on the dirty looking bed.

"I'll go and hide and you find me"

Diamond took a deep breath as she walked into the kitchen. Dinner had been and gone, but she was still hungry. The clock chimed as it hung on the wall. It was only nine o'clock.

"Maybe a small bite to eat and then bed"

So, the young hobbit picked up a candle and opened the cellar door. Yawning, Diamond walked in. A minute past before she came out again.

The candle was placed back on the mount and the door closed. Tucked under her arm, Diamond held a loaf of bread.

Toast.

Toast was the easiest and most filling thing Diamond could have. So, upon placing the loaf down, a draw was opened. A large cutting knife was then taken out.

A minute or two past. Seven slices of fresh bread were now laying in a pile, waiting to be toasted. The oven was now very hot indeed. Fire had been heating a metal grate inside.

Diamond picked up a small towel. She made sure that her hand was covered before opening it. As she did so, she could feel the immense heat hit her.

Diamond had to wait until the barrage of heat passed before she could continue. Diamond could feel the heat radiating off of oven as she pulled out the small metal grate.

Three large slices of bread were placed on it. The grate, along with the soft bread, we trust back into the fiery chasm. The hot metal door was then shut, keeping the flames contained inside.

While the bread was toasting, Diamond got out the creamy butter.

"Just enough" she said, looking in the porcine holder.

More butter was needed. Luckily, the cart will all of her food would arrive in the morning. A spreading knife was then taken out of the draw.

Twenty minutes past before Diamond was ready to eat. Butter had been spread thickly onto the toast. Diamond smiled as she finally got to sit down and relax.