Hobbiton awoke to a clear, crisp day. The sun rose in the east. A layer of thin cloud could be seen on the horizon. A hint of purple clung to the clouds as the light grew. The sun slowly chased the night away, like a curious cat chasing a tailed mouse.

The clouds seemed to thin as the day grew. Birds had started to sing at the crack of dawn. They seemed much more awake then one of the hobbits, laying in her bed.

Estella Bolger had been up for most of the night. Not due to sadness, but overwhelming delight. The sun had barely rose when she woke. A large yawn came over her as she stretched.

The memories of the night before then came into her head again. And the smiling commenced. Without another moment lost, Estella drew back the duvet and got out of bed.

The cold tiles made the souls of her unproportionately large feet. Estella made a bee-line to the writing table. She smiled as she sat down in the wooden chair.

A book was taken from the top of the table. It was full of Estella's memories. Pages full of times long since gone flashed past her eyes.

The pages suddenly became blank. Estella stopped flicking through pages until the first blank one came into view. She took a deep breath as she picked up one of the ink pots and took the stopper out.

A feather quill was then picked up. Estella stopped for a moment. She could think of only three words to sum up what she was feeling.

So, she dabbed the quill in the sea on ink and wrote the date.

22nd Afteryule

Estella had never been happier. Merry and her had been meeting ever night for seven days. And, the night before, Merry had spilt his true feeling for her.

He loves me!

A large smile came over her face as she replayed the moment that he had told her. Both had been at the local hobbit drinking hole, the Green Dragon.

They had chosen a quiet corner of the pub and ordered some drinks.

"So" said Estella, taking a sip of her ale.

"Why have you invited me here?" she asked.

It was a question that she already knew the answer to. It was obvious that Merry had something to ask. But Estella needed to make sure.

Merry took a deep breath as he looked down. What ever it was, Merry sure was finding it hard to say.

"You know, I like you, right?" he asked.

Estella smiled and nodded.

"Yes" she answered.

"And, I know you like me, don't you?" Merry asked.

Estella nodded. It was getting very close to the time where Merry would ask her.

"So"

Merry stopped. He did not know how to say it. For it had been the first time he had ever said these words.

"So"

Once again, he stalled.

"Will you…"

But it was no use. He couldn't seem to say it.

"Are you asking me out?" Estella asked, giving a cheeky smile.

Merry smiled. Estella could see that he was blushing.

"Yes" he said, his eyes darting from his mug to Estella.

"Yes I am"

Estella did not have to think long about what her answer was going to be.

"I'll be glad to" she answered.

Merry's eyebrows raised.

"Really?" he asked.

Estella nodded and smiled.

"Yes" she answered.

Merry took a deep breath. He had finally asked her. He slowly picked up his mug. Estella did the same. They pouched mugs and gulped down a large mouthful.

"So" Merry said.

A lot of weight had been taken off of his shoulders. But now, there was nothing to talk about. Merry looked around to see other hobbits coming and going. The large door remained closed, keeping in the warmth.

"So, what have you been up to lately?" Merry asked.

Estella took a deep breath. All she could think of was her brother, Fredegar. He had slowly been recovering since Yule. Since their father had passed away.

"Well, I've just been looking after my brother and mother"

Merry knew that the death of their father had been very hard on him. Merry had yet to loose anyone close to him. But this was soon to change.

Mya was now sitting with her back against the tree. Her eyes were closed. She was sleeping. But not for long. For a small bark awoke her from her dream filled land.

Origo, who had been stuffed into her bed, had fallen asleep as well. Both of their nights had been an uncomfortable one. But there was one little creature that had not slept.

Ivy was exhausted as she continued to flutter through Middle-earth.

"Origo?" she shouted.

Birds could hear her shouting. But they did nothing to help. Ivy was now feeling very worried again. A sickening feeling swelled up inside her. She had felt this feeling before. But in a different situation.

"Puppy?" she shouted at the top of her little lungs.

But only bird song echoed back. Ivy could not take any more of this. Origo was nowhere to be seen. To Ivy, he could be in Rivendell already.

But he was not.

In fact, he was closer then Ivy thought. Mya had found a dry, shallow ditch. The trees seemed to only grow soft moss on one side.

Mya smiled as she slowly opened the bag. Inside, a gorgeous looking puppy. Origo was still sleeping. The bag had kept him warm. But it had not been comfortable.

A large hand then slid the small puppy out of the bag. Origo gave a small whimper, but did not wake. Mya had never had this opportunity to cuddle her friend.

She felt a bit strange. The two of them had known each other for a very long time. But this was the first time she had held him.

At the moment, Origo was just a normal puppy. There was no pain in his little eyes. No memories of the evil they had seen and the pain they had suffered.

Ori gave another little whimper as he yawned and snuggled down. Bird song could be heard, both near him and far away. A large hand was slowly running down his furry back.

Ori slowly opened his eyes. He could see something flowing either side of him. The pup gave a small whine and looked up at the face of the girl.

She smiled down at him.

"Did you enjoy your sleep?" she asked.

Ori gave a small whine. Normally, he would have recognised the girl before him. But he did not.

"Are you hungry?" she asked.

Ivy was now standing on a branch, high in the canopy. But she could not see the young girl that taken Origo. Just as she was about take off, a small Redwing fluttered onto a tree not too far from where she was.

This was her chance to get some help.

"Excuse me?" she asked the small bird.

The Redwing, who was just about start singing, looking about. Before him, a very strange creature.

"Have you seen anyone run through these woods?" Ivy asked.

The little redwing looked her with curious eyes.

"Someone?" he asked.

"You mean, not of bird kind?"

Ivy gave a little nod. The small bird thought for a moment.

"I did see a large creature an hour or two ago. Most unbird like creature I've seen yet"

Ivy needed a better description.

"What did it look like?" she asked.

The Redwing hopped a bit closer.

"Your not bringing trouble to our forest, our you?" he asked.

The small bird eyed her suspiciously.

"No, no I am" Ivy answered.

She knew what had happened last time. But this time was different.

"I just need to talk to him"

The Redwing found this strange.

"Why do you need to talk to him?" he asked.

Ivy took a deep breath. Origo could be miles away now. She could not waste any more time.

"I just need to talk to him" she answered.

The Redwing heard the sorrow in her voice.

"I saw a being, walking down that way. I'd be careful, beings are not like us birds"

This is exactly what Ivy needed to know. She now had a direction to go in.

"Thank you" she said.

The little Redwing watched her as she fluttered off. Ivy now fluttered as fast as her little wings could carry her. she skimmed around tree trunks and dived through thick tangles of branches.

After a few minutes, the being came into view far below her. She could make out Origo, laying on Mya's chest. Ivy dived down towards the ground, pulling up just inches before hitting it.

"Ori?" she asked, grabbing his attention.

Mya could see Ivy as well. But she did not react. She did not want to give away the fact that she knew Ivy was there.

"Puppy, are you alright?" she asked.

Mya smiled as she put the puppy down.

"Now, what would you like to eat?" she asked.

Of course, she knew the answer. But then, she had to act like she didn't know. Origo gave a small whimper. Ivy could understand this as well.

"Hmm" Mya said, looking in her bag.

A few seconds later, Origo gave a small bark. Mya looked around. Ivy had done exactly what she wanted her to do. A large plate had appeared next to Origo.

Ivy watched Mya's reaction. Mya seemed not to have one as she watched the small puppy eat. Ivy knew that a normal person would be surprised at a plate appearing right next to them.

But Mya was not bothered.

"I know you can see me" Ivy said, fluttering her Mya's eye level.

Mya ignored the fairy. She was looking at Origo, trying to act like she did not know Ivy even existed.

"Who are you?" she asked.

Mya was very tempted to answer the fairy. The beans were close to spilling.

"I know you can see me, who are you?"

Origo was too busy gobbling up his turkey to notice Ivy's little break through.

"Tell me who you…"

But Ivy did not finish her sentence. A large hand had gripped her tiny self.

"Do you want to know who I am?" Mya asked.

She was a little bit annoyed in having all these questions thrown at her. Ivy had a face of fear on her. the large hand had caught her by surprise. She tried to flutter, but the grip of the hand was too strong.

"I am one of two left in my species. But at the moment, I am the only one who can remember who and what they are, thanks to you!"

Origo stopped eating as he heard the voice of the girl raise. Both Mya and Ivy looked down. Ivy was suddenly let go. Her little wings fluttered.

"Puppy, eat up" Ivy said, smiling.

Origo looked between the two of them. He knew something was up. But he did not know what.

"Come on, we have a long way to go yet"

So, Origo continued with his breakfast. Ivy and Mya looked back at each other.

"How did you find us?" Ivy asked.

Mya took a deep breath. She had not thought about how she had come to Bree. She thought of the old man, the first time she had found out her oldest friend had lost his memory.

"Bree was the only place that I thought you would stop off at" Mya told her.

Ivy had just as many secrets as Mya did. But everything was about to change. Origo had finished every scrap of turkey on the plate. Mya and Ivy looked around as Origo gave a small whine.

"Are you ready to go?" Ivy asked.

Origo gave a small nod.

"Are we going with her?" he whimpered.

Ivy took a deep breath.

"I guess we could, but we don't know where she is going"

"Right, puppy, we're going to see a friend of mine, would you like to come?" she asked.

Origo looked from Ivy to the girl. Mya slowly stood up. Her legs seemed to have stiffened in the coldness over night.

Meanwhile, two figures were making their way towards an old fortress. One was a blonde elf. He was taller then his companion. The other, an old dwarf.

Land slowly passed them by as they glided on top of the water. The two were sitting in an Elven boat. Gimli yawned as he looked around. The forest on either side held many skeletons of trees. The autumn months brought the most beauty and colour to this part of middle-earth.

"We should reach Gwathiá in a day or two, then Tharbad in another seven" Legolas told Gimli.

The two of them had their own packs. Gimli's was full of everything that he needed. There was enough Lembas bread to last him and Legolas many weeks on the road.

The last flasks of Miruvor had now been left to Gimli. For Legolas did not need warming up. Coldness did not effect elves like it did other beings.

Legolas continued to row as the sun grew higher in the sky. The river continued to flow to a far off ocean. Hours past as the two beings in the boat stormed towards Tharbad.

When they reached Tharbad, they would go South, towards the Gap of Rohan. But it would still be many weeks before that happened.

Nine days had past since Faramir and his men set out on their quest for wood and rock. At least one thousand able bodied men were with him. The small army of workers had now reached their goal.

But the work had only just begun.

"Cut as many trees as you can, Osgiliath needs rebuilding" Faramir told them.

So, five hundred men were chosen to do his will. While five hundred more were led further away. They would be the ones to cut the massive pieces of rocks from the quarry.

Faramir had entrusted someone else to make sure this happened. Many large blocks needed to be hauled many miles back to Osgiliath. That is why there were many horses. Man power was not enough to deal with the load.

Carts full of equipment had been shipped to both sights. Hammers and chisels were shipped to the quarry. Axes were shipped to the forest.

Faramir made sure all of the men knew what they were doing.

"Give me an axe" he said to one of the men.

All around him, tents were being set up. There was plenty of space for them. In fact, an army of hundreds of thousands could make camp here.

Faramir had his own tent. It was bigger then the rest. And, unlike the others, he did not have to share it with two other people.

A few hours past until it was up.

"Your tent is ready, my lord" said one of his advisors.

Faramir nodded, but did not walk to it. He was too busy with telling his head workers what to do. Faramir had brought, not only lumberjacks, but an army of cooks as well. They had their own tent too, built solely for cooking and serving food for the hungry workers.

The same was said for the workers heading on a three day hike to the mountains. The quarry had been used for hundreds of years. Minas Tirith had been built from the same rock thousands of years before it.

But serious construction had not happened in an age. What Faramir was doing was the large construction project since the building of Minas Tirith over three thousand before.

Thousands of tons of rock would be shipped to Osgiliath. They would be cut into smaller blocks once back at the city.

Origo, Ivy and Mya were wondering through the woods. Mya and Ivy had hatched a plan. They would act as though they could not see each other. That way, Ivy could make Origo stay with the girl.

Deep down, Origo felt a strange feeling deep inside. He felt like he had known her for a very long time.

But how could this be?

He had never seen her before. Well, that's what he thought. In fact, they had been friends for more then could be remembered.

"We shall see each other again, my friends. Sooner or later" Goldberry said.

Goldberry. She was a very pretty being. Flowing golden hair that glinted in the warm summer sun. She wore a green dress, greener then the grass she stood on. Mya and herself embraced in a hug.

"Be careful" she said.

Mya smiled and nodded.

"We will"

After another few minutes, the door was opened and the two of them walked out. Tom and Goldberry came out after them and saw them off.

The two of them walked off, northwards to the road that would take them East to Rivendell. But it would be a very long journey for them. In fact, it took many hours of wondering northwards to find the road.

"Well, here it is" Pilith said.

Mya smiled.

"We best get moving" Mya said.

So, the two of them started to walk eastward, towards Bree and Rivendell. But, after a few hours of walking in the height of summer, their energy was spent.

Food was in order as they stopped. Pilith was the first to take his pack off.

"I'll be nothing but bone if we carry on like this" he said, collapsing onto the grass floor.

Mya smiled as she sat down. The two of them made sure that they were far enough away from the path not to be seen. The two of them ate the freshest, softest bread, the ripest apples, pears, grapes and strawberries. The drank the coolest, clearest water they had ever seen.

Their energy seemed to recovered fully as they sat there. The summer sun made it harder for them to start moving again.

Even though their energy had been restored, they did not feel like using it just yet.

"We should get going" Mya said.

But Pilith was too comfortable. His eyes were heavy. Every muscle in his body was relaxed. The prospect of moving again was not very appealing.

"Come" Mya said, getting up.

Pilith took a deep breath, knowing that, in a few hours time, his feet and legs would be hurting. So, reluctantly Pilith rose to his feet. The two of them put their packs back on and started to walk.

"Just think about this, but the time the sun sets, we'll be in Bree" Mya told him.

Bree was one of the reasons why Pilith had gotten up. He also knew that it would be a hard place to leave. For there were no beds in the wildness.

The two of them continued to walk for many hours with the sun beating down on them. Beads of sweat dripped down Mya and Pilith's forehead.

The bags that they were carrying made walking uphill very tough. Even though they had eaten some of the food, it felt like their packs just as heavy as before.

The two climbed ascended and descended hills. Bree came ever closer. Mile after mile past underfoot. Life past around them as they moved closer to their target.

The sun had past midday a few hours before. But now, instead of a hot wind blowing at them, it cooled down. Pilith smiled as he stopped at the brow of a hill. Mya was right behind him. The two of them took a quick break before setting off again.

And now, Mya and Pilith were on the exact same journey. But only one of them was walking on two feet. Pilith's name had now changed to Origo. And the two were joined by a third. A fluttering fairy that had helped Origo most of the way.

But now, Mya was there to help as well. Both the fairy and the being could see each other. But they had to act like they could not see each other.

Origo yawned as he walked behind the large girl.

"Where are we going?" Origo whimpered.

Ivy smiled as she fluttered at his walking speed.

"We're going with this girl" she answered.

Origo looked up at the figure. He knew that she could not understand him.

"But, why?" he asked.

Mya took a deep breath. She was finding it hard to hear all of what Origo was saying about her. But, due to shear determination, she ignored what he said.

Meanwhile, Elanor was getting ready to go out. The snow had now melted, but that did not bother her much. For she still had her imagination to explore.

Elanor and Gloria, her closest friend, would finish off an adventure that they had started the day before. Gloria was already waiting for her friend on the other side of the large door.

A minute past.

The door creaked open.

"And don't go over the bridge" Samwise told her, as he came to the door.

"I wont!" Elanor said.

Gloria smiled at her friend they met.

"Where did we leave off?" Gloria asked.

Elanor thought for a moment.

"Well, we just killed the big dragon, now we have orcs after us"

Hundreds of orcs were marching the two of them.

"Hurry!" Elanor said.

The two ran down the road, trying to get away to higher ground.

"Be careful" said one of the elders, walking towards them.

Elanor's dress flowed after her as she run.

"This way!" she said, running up a hill.

Within the hill was a warm, cosy hobbit hole. It was a different world outside. Coldness slowly started to numb Elanor's feet.

"Stay with me" Elanor said.

The hillside she was on was chard black. The body of a massive dragon lay on the hillside to the side of them. The orcs, hundreds of them, were now making their way up the hill.

Elanor and Gloria were alone. But Elanor's confidence was higher then anything she had felt before.

"Don't be scared" Elanor told her friend.

Gloria could see very big beings coming towards her. Each wielding a massive sword. But they were not as big as the ones that her father had come face to face with.

These ones were the same size as the girls. Just a little over two feet. But this did not make them any less blood thirsty or evil.

The orcs stopped a few meters before the two girls. There was no help to come. Roars came from the orcs as they stood there.

As if it in slow motion, one orc started to run for them. Gloria was very frightened. But Elanor was not. She swung her sword around. Gloria took a few steps backwards.

Elanor swung her sword. It hit the orc, cutting off its sword arm. Blood started to spurt out of the armless orc.

The orc slowly fell to the ground as life escaped him. The other orcs now had a reason to fight. Without hesitation, the rest started to run towards the two girls.

Elanor swung her sword. One orc was cut down, followed by another and another. Gloria was now a target for the orcs. She now had to fight weather she liked it or not.

So, quickly gathering up her courage, Gloria swung. She felt the sword cut through the orcs flesh. Gloria hated these feeling. She had closed her eyes, not wanting to see the blood and severed arm before her.

But a orcish scream met her ears. Another one was coming to her. Gloria opened her eyes. A sword was seconds from hitting her.

But, upon the threat of getting killed, she reacted. And just in time. The sound of swords echoed around her. She had survived for another few seconds.

But now, she had to fight. There was no other way to get out of this fight. So, taking a deep breath, Gloria swung. The orc in front stopped and slowly sank to his knees. Gloria screamed and swung the sword again. This time, it sliced through the orcs neck, cutting it clean off.

In the real world, both girls were on top of the hill. Instead of metallic swords, they had wooden sticks. And, instead orcs, there was thin air. Both Elanor and Gloria were using their imagination.

Lunch time was fast approaching. Hunger was growing in nearly all hobbits. Especially Gloria. She took a deep breath. The coldness was now getting to her nose as she took a deep breath.

Elanor was busy killing orcs. But, due to her friend just standing there, she stopped too.

"Gloria?" Elanor asked.

Gloria took a deep breath. Her cheeks were cold and nose running.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

Gloria gave a tired smile. Hunger had been growing in her for about an hour. Lunch had been growing on her mind. Her stomach had been rumbling. It grew louder and louder the more time wore on.

"I'm hungry" she said, looking down at her stick.

Elanor took a deep breath. It was true. Hunger was growing in Elanor as well. Lunch was not too far away. In fact, lunch was already being made.

Estella smiled as she walked into the kitchen. The smell and sight of cooked chicken met her. Rosamunda looked around and gave a smile.

"Hello, dear" she said.

Estella smiled back.

"How long until lunch?" she asked.

Rosamunda took a deep breath. She had a lot of food to prepare.

"An hour or so" she answered.

Estella could not wait that long until dinner.

"Just a small bite to eat" she thought.

So, she opened the cellar door and walked in. As always, she brought a candle in too. She knew exactly what would put her over until dinner.

Cookies.

Hobbits were keen sweet makers. Sugar was consumed nearly as much as their drinks. At least every house hold, even the poorest ones, had a large supply of cakes and sweets.

Estella smiled as she picked out a pack of chocolate cookies. The girl smiled as she came out again. The candle was placed back, but the cookies were taken with her.

Rosamunda smiled as she put some vegetables into a large pan. Sprouts, carrots, parsnips, mushrooms and chips were all being prepared. Gravy was still to be started.

Rosamunda made the best, thickest, flavorous meals in all of the Shire. A few plates were taken out of the cupboard. Four in total, one more then was needed.

The chicken, that had been cooking for the past few hours, had now cooled down enough to cut. So, Rosamunda took out a large prong and sharp cutting knife.

Estella smiled as she ripped open the packet of cookies.

"Are you going to be able to eat dinner?" Rosamunda asked.

Estella smiled.

"Of course" she answered.

The pack of cookies that she held contained three very rich cookies. Estella had already taken out one cookie and had a few bites.

She could taste the lovely, chocolaty taste, melting on her tongue. Estella, although dinner was just a few short minutes away, could eat them every second of every day.

Rosamunda started to plate up the chicken. One for each of the four plates. Each pans of vegetables were bubbling happily, waiting to be drained and dished up.

And that's exactly what happened. Rosamunda still did not realise that she had put out an extra plate. The water that the vegetables had been boiling in was drained. They were then dished into their own bowls.

Estella had finished up her cookies and was now ready for dinner.

"Could you call Fredegar, please?" Rosamunda asked.

Estella gave a small smile and nod. Estella walked out of the kitchen and down to her brother's room. As she was doing this, Rosamunda discovered that she had in fact prepared four plates, not three.

This seemed to make her sprits plummet. She missed Odovacar very much. It hurt her to think that she would never see her again.

But, what she did not know, was that Odovacar could see her. Even though he was beyond the silk veil, her actions could be seen as clear as day.

For, now that he a spirit, he could move between the two worlds. No matter what he did, he would not be seen, heard or felt by his beloved family.

But he was not alone. His father, Herugar, was standing by him. He gave a small smile.

"She's beautiful" he told Odovacar.

Odovacar did not answer. He took a deep breath. The poor hobbit felt like he had let his family down.

"Odovacar?" asked his father.

There was a strange vibe coming off of his son. One that he picked up almost immediately.

"Do not blame yourself, my lad. What happened will happen to all of us"

Odovacar shook his head.

"I just wished I could have said a proper good bye" he told his father.

Herugar gave a small smile and placed a hand on his son.

"You raised two lovely children" he told him.

"Trust me, I have been watching you for years"

Meanwhile, Rosamunda had sorted out the problem with the plates.

"Eat up" she said, placing the large boat of gravy on the table.

Estella smiled as she took hold on a large tray. Mounds of parsnips, roasted in the finest honey, lay inside. A spoon had been set out in all the bowls.

Fredegar seemed to be doing very well again. But, every so often, he would slip back into silence. Silence was exactly what was happening.

For eating, like many meals before, was more important then talking. So there was none. Only the sound of metal scraping or impacting on the plates.

Estella piled roasted potatoes onto her plate. Space was quickly running out. But this did not stop her. More and more food was being piled onto her plate.

But it was nothing compared to Fredegar's. His plate was already had twice the amount of wonderful food on it. And he was still going. Neither his mother or sister stopped him from doing this.

Soon, all three of them were eating. Fredegar smiled as he started to wolf down his food. Stuffing had been prepared as well. And, as always, a large mountain of it had been onto his plate.

Estella and Rosamunda had considerably small plates compared to Fredegar. But they were still larger then anything a normal human could eat.

Fredegar continued to wolf down his food. Taking breaks only to have a drink. Odovacar smiled as he walked into the kitchen. But none of his family looked up. Herugar followed him.

"You see, they are fine" he told him.

Odovacar gave a small smile.

"Maybe they are recovering" he told himself.

Herugar took a deep breath.

"We have to get back" he told his son.

Odovacar gave a small nod. The picture of his family slowly started to fade. The sounds dulled out just as quick as the picture vanished.

It took a few seconds for the spirit world to come back into view. Odovacar took a deep breath. He wished he could stay in the real world forever. He knew that he couldn't be seen by his family, but at least he would know that they were safe.

The world that Odovacar had re-entered was perfect. Perhaps more perfect that the one he had just seen. Rolling hills lay before him. Birds fluttered around, just like the real world did.

But there was one difference about this world. All of the creatures were the souls of their earthly selves. Everyone here had a story to tell.

But there was one small difference that separated the two worlds. Each soul seemed to look as young as the day they turned twenty. There were no old people in the silver world.

Odovacar and Herugar were images of their younger selves. Happiness seemed to flourish in abundance. Evil seemed non-existent.

The sun shone, clouds swam in a endless see of rich blue. Grass swayed in a gentle wind. It was akin to summer. The days were long and cool, the nights seemed to retain the warmth collected by the air.

Odovacar took a deep breath as he saw Hobbiton laid out before him. It was much bigger then the one in real life. For all the spirits that past through the real world now lived here. Odovacar and his father walked back to their home.

It was a very strange world. Hobbits from hundreds of years before his time walked around like they had lived here all along.

Everything was strange, yet familiar to him. But there was one thing that remained the same.

His thoughts.

He wished that he could have said a proper good bye. Like that did to him. Of course, he had been there when they had buried him. He had seen their pain as they watched his wooden coffin disappear underground.

A little disappointment rose in him. For Fredegar had not been there. And he did not blame him. Even though Fredegar was older, he was not taking it as well as was hoped.

Estella seemed to have taken the events better. She had enough strength to go down, along with her mother, to his burial.

Lunch was almost over. Hunger had been tamed. Thirst had been quenched. Even though it had just chimed once, Fredegar was tired.

It seemed that he slept more then any hobbit in Hobbiton. A yawn came over him as he sat back in his wooden chair. It creaked, taking the full weight of the large hobbit.

But the consumption of food was not yet over. A large, chocolaty pudding was next. Rosamunda smiled as she slowly stood up. She too was very tired.

The cake had already been made. All she had to do was to heat it up. A chocolate sauce had been made as well. It took was heated up.

The runny mixture was poured into the pan. The small clay bottle was then placed on the work top. A small bead of the brownest mixture slid down the side of the small bottle.

The pan it was place onto the scolding metal hob where it started to heat up. The cake was placed into the hot oven for a few minutes while the sauce heated up.

A few minutes past. The cake was then taken out. The sauce let off small bubbles. It was the only sign that it was gaining heat.

Rosamunda took out a cutting knife. She smiled as she cut the cake into three. One for each of them. The three pieces were placed into three separate bowls.

The chocolate sauce was then poured onto the cake, soaking it up. Rosamunda smiled as she turned around. The pieces that lay in the plate were big enough to feed an entire family of humans.

"Thank you" said Estella, picking up her spoon.

Fredegar did not say thank you. He had already scooped off a large spoon full. Rosamunda smiled as she took her plate and sat down.

Meanwhile, Origo was snoozing. Two large hands were wrapped around his little fluffy body. His little eyes were closed. Mya smiled as she looked down at his little face.