Ivy was sitting on Mya's other shoulder. Her wings were flapping in the wind as Mya walked. The forest they were in was minuscule compared to the jungle that they were heading for.

Chetwood was its name. It stood just East of Bree. Like the other forests of Middle-earth, this one housed many different creatures. Mainly deer, birds and creepy crawlies were in abundance. Rabbits and the occasional wolf wondered the forest as well.

All year round, foxes would hunt rabbits and other creatures. Cubs would be born and raised in the safety of the forest. There, they could explore the surrounding area, with a careful eye from their mother.

Mya smiled as she continued to walk. She loved her little friend. But, if she ever changed into her puppy form, Origo would certainly know who she was.

For she still remembered what he had done to her. And it was that reason why she was in her human form.

"We'll have to have a break soon, I'm getting hungry and I think Origo would be too" Mya whispered.

Ivy nodded. The puppy was still sleeping, so they had to be quiet. But neither of them knew what Origo was dreaming about.

Two figures were locked separate rooms. Their hands were bound. On the walls were flaming torches, shedding out dull light.

A young looking boy looked very tired indeed. Screams and yells from many tortured beings echoed through the cold dungeon.

Sauron was now on the rise again. His blood thirst was greater then ever. He now knew that the Ring of Power, the one that he needed, was still in existence.

Sauron would do all he could to get it back. And this meant destruction. All who stood against him would perish at the hands of his orcs.

The boy heard noises coming from the other side of the metal door. He knew that it was for him. The heavy door gave a small click and opened. Standing on the other side were two large, stupid looking orcs.

Without a word, they took the shackles off of his wrists. Without a moment to massage them, they heaved him to his feet.

"Move along!"

The orc had a murderous voice. Its skin looked like it had been stabbed and grated many times. Deep scars criss-crossed his face. His eyes were blood red.

The second orc was much more frightening. He was shorter then the first, but more stocky. His nose seemed to be bitten off. This was due to the many fights that he had been through.

A few fingers were missing. But that did not bother him. The young boy winced in pain as a large, powerful hand grabbed his neck.

But this was only a taster in what was to come. Times of old, memories of things past then came back to the boy. His vision was much lighter and sunnier then this.

In fact, he was nowhere near the evil place he was at now. There were lots of people around him as he sat at a table. His bag sat on the floor next to his feet.

Mya and Pilith had reached Bree. Their feet were tired and sore, for they walking all day. Barliman Butterbur looked extremely tired. But he was still his helpful self.

"May I offer you a room to stay the night?" he asked them.

Pilith gave Mya a look that told her many words.

"Yes, thank you" Mya answered.

Barliman smiled. The bags under his eyes were more pronounced then normal. Mya and Pilith smiled as they picked up their bag. They followed Barliman up some stairs.

There were more doors up here then there were down stairs. Most of the travellers had already gone to bed. Windows were left open due to the height of summer. The night above them was cloudless and starry. A thin slice of moon could be seen.

Owls hooted in the distance. They sat high in their trees. Unlike human eyes, their eyes could see just as well in darkness as they did when the sun was out.

Origo gave a small whine as slowly woke up. It was not Mya's hand or walking that woke him up. It was the coldness.

A small whine told both Ivy and Mya that he was now awake. Ivy smiled as she took off. Origo gave a small whine as he got comfortable again. But the coldness made him uncomfortable.

"Puppy?" Ivy asked.

Mya's large hand was still tickling his little floppy ears.

"Cold" he whimpered, his eyes still half shut.

Ivy gave a smile. She loved Origo when he was this sleepy. For this was when he was at his calmest. Ivy took a deep breath. Origo loved the feeling that happened next. It was akin to a large, fluffy blanket being wrapped around him.

Mya could feel the puppy cuddle up again. Mya smiled as her eyes darted to the small fairy. Ivy could sense that Mya needed warming up as well.

So, for the first time in her life, Mya felt like coldness had never existed.

"Wow" she whispered.

She had never felt warmth trickle through her body like this before. It was not a uncomfortable warmth, yet it was not a weak warmth. Every muscle seemed to be pain free. Strength seemed to raise in the young girl was she walked along. Only another few hours of walking were needed to get back to the path.

Both Gloria and Elanor had both gone in for lunch. Hobbiton seemed to be emptier then normal around the same time each day.

But now, lunch had finished. The children of the small village were all emerging from their homes again. Gloria smiled as she put her coat back on.

"You be careful out there" said her mother, kissing her little daughter on the forehead.

"And come back when you cold"

Gloria gave a large smile. She had big blue eyes and brownish hair, mixed with a little bit of grey. It curled past her shoulders.

"I will, mummy" she said.

The large, round door opened on a freezing world. The exposed blades of grass did not blow in the wind. Instead, they crunched under foot.

Gloria picked up her stick from just outside of the door. Her imagination exploded into life again. But there was one person that Gloria needed.

Elanor yawned as she walked to her room. She had no idea that Gloria was coming to get her out again. But all Elanor wanted to do was play inside.

A few minutes later, as she had started to fall asleep, a knock echoed down from the large front door.

"Probably someone for daddy" she thought, closing her eyes.

Even though it had pass one o'clock, sleep was needed after the large meal she had had. But Elanor was not the only one going to have a quick nap.

Fredegar Bolger had already fallen asleep. Loud snores could be heard echoing down from his room. Estella smiled as she helped her mother with the washing up.

Fredegar's snores could be hear around them.

"So, what are you plans for today?" Rosamunda asked.

Estella knew of only one place that she wanted to go to.

"Well, I was thinking of going to Merry's later"

Rosamunda smiled. She had been told about the events of the night before. Estella was worried about what her mother would say. But Rosamunda did not have a problem. In fact, she thought they made a good couple.

"Are you going to be back for dinner?" her mother asked.

This was a question that Estella did not question that Estella did not know the answer to.

"Well, I'll have to see if he'll make some or not" she answered.

A tap was then turned on, making water gush into the metal bowl below. Rosamunda smiled as she waited for the water to reach a exceptional height. The tap was then turned off. But a few drips managed to escape the tap just after it was turned off.

There was a mountain of bowls and plates to wash up. Spoons seemed to be piled up as well. Remnants of a meal past still clung to their silver surface.

Rosamunda took a deep breath as she started to put bowls into the warm, clean water. The water instantly became dirty as the bowls sank to the bottom.

It was a lot of hard work cleaning up after meals. Hobbits had to clear up at least three times a day. More if they had a large family.

But, cleaning up came hand in hand with eating and drinking. And hobbits liked to do this a lot. But, sometimes, it could be a draw back.

"But, I'm tired" yawned Elanor as she stood with the door open.

Gloria took a deep breath.

"Just for an hour, there are a lot of orcs still left"

Elanor's eyes were very heavy. The coldness and the orcs could wait for another few hours.

"I'm sorry, Gloria, but I need some sleep" Elanor said.

It was unusual for Elanor to have a nap. But, today was different. She felt more tired then usual. Gloria looked down. She now had no friends to play with. Elanor took a deep breath.

"I'll come outside later, we can finish off the orcs then"

Gloria gave a small smile.

"Alright then, I'll see you soon" she answered.

At that, Elanor shut door. Now was the time that she could finally get some sleep. Her younger brothers and sisters were not as tired as she was. She could hear them playing, laughing and merry-making all throughout the house.

Elanor yawned as she sat on her bed and then laid down. She could still hear her siblings playing around the house. But this soon stopped as Elanor slipped into a land of dream.

The Bree gate slowly opened. Two figures riding on two horses bolted trough the door. Old Harry, the gate keeper, shook his head. He closed the gate and wondered back into the small room.

Barliman slowed down his horse. The second horse pulled up next to him. It was a young girl. The very same one that he had rescued the night before.

Barliman hopped off of horse. His feet were covered in mud. He looked down and shook his head. But, even though his feet were caped in cold mud, he made no complaint.

The girl smiled as got off her horse. For some reason, she felt like she had come home again.

"But, this isn't my home" she thought as she tied up her horse.

But she was wrong. She had in fact reached the place she would stay for the rest of her life. For Barliman was planning on something special.

But for now, he had to wait.

The two of them smiled as they made their way up the muddy path to an old looking building. Hanging from two rusty bits of metal was a sign. It swung in the wind.

Barliman smiled as he took out a key from his jacket pocket. He placed it in the lock and twisted it to the left. The door gave a metallic thud. The door handle was cold to the touch.

Barliman smiled as the door creaked open. The lobby was quiet and empty. But it had not always been like that. Rats and mice roamed the cold, tilted floor. Small scraps of food from meals past lay on the floor. That was, until the small rodents got to them.

The girl smiled as well. She was glad to be back here. A thin layer of dust had accumulated on the tables. Only a few hardy candles were still flickering.

"I guess we should clean the whole thing and then reopen" Barliman told the girl.

Cleaning was the one thing the girl knew the best. For she had spent many hours and days on her knees. Her hands had wrinkled many, many times. The coldness seemed not to effect her as much anymore.

The large door was then closed, keeping what coldness that had not already fought its way in. The young girl took a deep breath as she made her way up stairs.

Each one creaked underfoot. Meanwhile, Barliman had walked over to the heath. The fire was now as cold as the air around him.

Just feet away was the seat that Strider had sat in all those years before. Barliman remembered that night clear then any other.

Beasts, straight out of the depths of Mordor, seeking the Ring of Power. But they had not counted on an experienced man now helping four hobbits, fresh out of Hobbiton.

But the Wraiths did not find the Ring. The hobbits would be safe, as long as they stayed with this mysterious man. But all that had now passed. The queer folks that past through, seeking stories of old, had ceased.

Life was back to normal.

Time wore ever onwards as the sun started to slowly dive down towards the western edge of the world. Both Elanor and Fredegar were now awake. The smell of a large dinner roamed equally through both households.

But for one, dinner did not come quick enough. Fredegar and Rosamunda had been left by Estella. She had put her coat on and left the house.

For, tonight, she would be having dinner with Merry Brandybuck. Merry was very nervous indeed. For he had never cooked for anyone other then Pippin and himself.

A large chicken had been put in the oven a few hours before. A towel was protecting his hand from getting scolded. The chicken how browned nicely. Merry felt the heat as he carefully placed the chicken, dripping in very hot oil, on the work top.

Just then, three knocks echoed down from the large front door.

"Estella" Merry instantly thought.

So, leaving the chicken to cool down, Merry walked out of the room. Estella slowly emerged from the other side of the door.

"Hello" Merry said, smiling.

Estella's cheeks were rosy. The coldness was slowly digging into her very skin.

"Do come in" Merry said.

Estella smiled. She was holding a basket full of freshly made muffins.

"I made these for pudding" she said, taking back a bit of the cloth.

Merry looked inside. There, he saw the biggest, most delicious looking muffins. Small chocolate chunks had been added to the mixture.

"Oh, they look lovely"

Merry smiled as he thought of more things to say. But he couldn't think of it.

"Dinner will be ready in just a few moments" he said.

Estella smiled. The basket had been placed at her feet. Merry couldn't resist the temptation to just have a small bite of one of them. But he had to. For Estella walked just behind him as they went to the kitchen.

The chicken stood on the worktop. Pans with vegetables stood on the work top too. They waited to be filled with cool water and placed upon the hot hobs.

Only two people stood in the middle of a large room. The floor glinted in the water that had been used. Buckets of water had been used. Both Barliman and the girl had been going on for hours.

"Right, I think that's the lobby done"

The clock was hanging on the wall showed the time to be only seven o'clock. The sun had sunk, leaving the darkness for the next few hours.

Candles were lit. Fires were stocked up. But there was no fire for one creature. A dwarf was laying down inside an Elven boat. Another figure, an elf, smiled as he looked around.

Gimli had fallen asleep. His snores were loud. Too loud for the peaceful elf. So, with one nudge of his knee, the boat started to rock.

This made the made the little dwarf wake up. Legolas gave a small grin as Gimli opened his eyes. the faint silhouettes of trees slowly slipped past.

Clouds blocked out the stars and ever brightening moon. Gimli quickly fell back to sleep. The snored quickly followed.

The river was now very deep. It was then Legolas saw it. The forest on his right hand side started to thin. Just a few hundred meters away, another river could be seen.

"Gimli" Legolas said, waking the old dwarf up.

Gimli gave a tired humph.

"We are almost at the Gwathiá" he said.

But Gimli did not seem bothered. Sleep was much more important. The amount of Lembas that Gimli had consumed was more then usual.

The dwarf grumbled something. Legolas liked to see the dwarf annoyed. It seemed to be his favourite pass time. Not that wasting time mattered to an elf. For they had a lot of it.

Pippin, who was living with his mother and father, slowly opened the door. A confused look came over him as he recognised the two figures standing at the door.

"Sam, Merry?" he asked, trying to figure out why they had come here.

Merry took a quick glance at Sam.

"We need to show you something" Samwise told him.

This made Pippin even more confused.

"Show me what?" he asked.

Merry knew that they could not wait around for long.

"Pippin, get your coat, its important"

But Pippin wanted to find out more before he went anywhere.

"What is important?" he asked.

Samwise was normally very patient with people. But Pippin was pushing him.

"Just come with us, we can explain on the way"

Pippin took a deep breath. Lunch would be ready in just under an hour. The smell of chicken already assaulting their senses.

"Alright, wait here" he said.

Sam gave a nod as the large front door opened. A minute later, the door opened again. Pippin had quickly put his jacket on and was ready for the coldness.

"Lets go" Samwise said as Pip closed the door.

Pippin brought up the rear as he closed the gate.

"So" he said, catching up with his two friends.

"What are you showing me?" he asked.

Other hobbits were going about their daily business. They were either heading to the Green Dragon to have a goblet of the finest ale in all of the Shire. Or, they were walking about, talking and telling stories of past events.

Neither Merry or Sam spoke a word. All Pippin could do was follow. The three of them headed down towards the small bridge that crossed a small stream.

Sam and Merry knew that they were now far enough away from anyone to start talking about what was happening.

"Now, tell me what its all about" said Pippin, stopping just short of the bridge.

Merry took a deep breath.

"There's something that might surprise you" Samwise told him.

Pippin gave him a confused look.

"And, what would that be?" he asked.

Sam took a deep breath.

"Ents" he said.

Pippin's confusion deepened. He was not sure that he had heard Sam correctly.

"Ents?" Pippin asked.

It was then, as Sam gave a small nod, that it was true.

"But, Ents don't live around these parts"

All Pippin could think of was the time he spent with Treebeard. He knew that Ents could not travel great distances.

"I know, but I saw one" Samwise told him.

So, after a bit more convincing, Pippin agreed to come along. So, the three of them continued on over the bridge. But their whereabouts were not unknown.

"Where are they going?" asked a little boy.

Frodo did not answer. He knew exactly where they were going. Frodo started to remember the stories that his father had told him. And of frightening beasts the spilt black blood. To fire breathing monsters that stood fifteen feet tall.

Frodo watched them out of sight. He knew that they were going to visit Fimbrethil again. he took a deep breath, wondering if he ever see the Ent again.

Playing did not seem as attractive as before. Frodo was too distracted by the goings on elsewhere. All Frodo wanted to do was follow his father. But he knew that eyes would be on his movements.

One of those trusted to do this was Frodo's aunt, Marigold. Marigold's home over looked the lake and field that Frodo was playing on.

Marigold was the youngest of the Gamgee children. She had two older sister, May and Daisy. Unlike their younger sibling, they did not have as brilliantly gold hair as Marigold did. Hence her name.

Marigold also had three older brothers. Hamson, Halfred and, of course, Samwise. The Gamgee family could be spotted from a mile off. For all of them looked alike.

Mari, as she was known by her closes friends, stood at the large window. In her hand, a large mug of delicious tea. She could just make out her nephew. But he seemed not to be as active as the others.

Marigold finished up her tea and placed the empty mug near the sink. A few minutes past before she walked down the hall way to the front door.

But first, she put her coat on. A smile came over her. She hated leaving her nice, comfortable home to go outside in the coldness.

One last looking in the mirror told her that she was perfect. A small click echoed around the house as the door opened. A blast of cold winter air rushed in.

The candles on their mounts danced with joy. It was the only time they did. Marigold smiled as she looked back. She always liked to see the candles dancing like this. Somehow, she felt like they were dancing for her, sending her off and hoping she would return. The door closed and all was calm again. The candles eagerly watched the door for her safe return.

Marigold looked around. The sun was high in the sky and fellow hobbits were going about their daily lives. As Marigold exhaled, a thin cloud came out of her mouth.

She smiled as she watched it dissipate into the cold air. The yells of hobbit children, although for some, they spoilt the peace, echoed up from the field.

Marigold smiled as she placed her cold hands in the large warm pockets. She smiled as saw faces that she knew and some she knew not as well.

For there were a lot of hobbits around the Shire. Each family, weather it be Baggins, Bracegirdles, Burrows, Brandybucks, Boffins, Bolgers, Gamgees, Tooks, Grubbs, Chubbs, Brockhouses and Proudfoots, all looked similar.

In some cases, there would be so many children running about the house that sometimes, the parents would forget which one was their child.

But this did not happen all of the time. Marigold smiled as she walked along the road. The stile to the field was just a few seconds walk away.

"Hurry up!" said a voice.

Marigold knew that this was one of Frodo's friends. But she could not hear Frodo. So, upon reaching stile, she stopped. Everyday, hobbit children would come here. This is the one place parents could come and watch their children without them wondering off.

It was a few minutes before Marigold spotted her oldest nephew. Frodo was looking very cold. But he was not alone. He was with two other boys.

Marigold watched as the three of them talked. Frodo seemed to do be deep in conversation with them.

"Talking trees?" asked one of them.

Frodo could sense that the boy did not believe him.

"How can trees talk?"

Frodo took a deep breath. He knew that there was no way to prove they really existed.

"They do, I've seen them!" Frodo told him, getting rather annoyed.

The other young boy laughed.

"Seen them?" he asked.

"My daddy says your daddy is like old Bilbo" he said.

Frodo was now very annoyed that he did not believe him.

"Well, my daddy has seen elves and yours has not"

But this was an empty card. For the young boy standing in front of him did not know what they were.

"Elves?" he asked, thinking quickly.

"Aren't those things you put food on?" he asked.

Frodo took a deep breath.

"No, their like tall folk, only cleaner" Frodo said.

In fact, he had never seen an elf himself. He was just repeating what his father had told him. Frodo was not sure that Elves even existed.

"Big folk?" asked a voice behind him.

Frodo instantly turned around. A smile came over him as he saw his auntie.

"Auntie Marigold!" he said.

Marigold was surprised as Frodo jumped into her arms. Frodo's weight seemed to have gotten heavy since she saw him last.

Frodo gave his favorite auntie a large kiss.

"How are you?" she asked, putting Frodo down.

And it wasn't a moment too soon. Frodo was shorter then her. Marigold could see her older brother in little Frodo.

"I'm good" he answered.

He looked around at his friends.

"Auntie Marigold?" Frodo asked, looking back.

"Yes?" she answered, smiling.

"Have you seen an Ent?" he asked.

Marigold had never heard of that word before. For Samwise had not spoken of his adventures to anyone in his family, apart from his children.

Meanwhile, Merry, Pippin and Samwise had reached where they needed to be. Sam looked around. But could not see any large movements.

"Fimbrethil?" he asked, looking around.

The hobbit waited a few seconds before calling out again, this time, a bit louder.

"Fimbrethil?" he asked.

His voice echoed back. Pippin took a deep breath. He had been dragged out of the warmth and comfort of his home.

A full five minutes past of Samwise shouting. Each time, bird song echoed back. But, as Samwise was about to give up, something caught his eye.

Two amber eyes were watching his every move. Both Merry and Pippin jumped as a loud crack to the side of them. Both looked up at a large tree.

"More of you?" asked a loud, slow voice, echoing around.

Pippin still could not believe what he was seeing. But, Pippin should trust his eyes more often.

"Pippin" Merry said, moving backwards.

Merry and Pippin had been around Ents more then anyone in Hobbiton or even the Fellowship. But, even then, they were shocked.

"So, it's true?" Pippin asked, looking at Sam.

Sam gave a small nod.

"Her name is Fimbrethil" he answered.

"I know that name" said the old tree.

Pippin had a slight bout of déjà vu. He could clearly remember the first time that he had encountered an Ent. But this did not mean all Ents were friendly.

Treebeard himself had told Merry and himself that some would harm them. But harm never came to them, save from Treebeard not knowing his own strength.

For being stuck up a moving tree was not as comfortable as it sounds.

"Is that her name?" asked Pippin, whispering to Sam.

Samwise gave a small nod.

"But, what is she doing here?" Pippin asked, still not sure he was seeing what was in front of him.

Samwise looked up at her.

"She's been here for thousands of years. She knows Treebeard" Samwise said.

This was one name that Pippin knew.

"She knew Treebeard?" he asked.

Millions of questions were now running through his head. But a full day had past since then. Pippin was now looking out of a large window.

Pip was sitting in the Green Dragon. The windows seemed to be glazed. Pippin had been thinking about where his life was going.

Many things had happened over the past few days. He had told Diamond all of the events that had happened when he had gone away from Hobbiton.

Diamond now knew a little bit more to Pippin. He did not seem as simple as she thought he was. Now, both of them had a lot of think about.

But Diamond had a lot more then Pippin. She had to think about weather she would take him back or not. Pippin took a deep breath. He knew just as much as anyone else what was going to happen.

So, upon taking the last swig of his ale, he stood up. His coat had been placed on the back of the chair. His pipe lay on the table.

"Hmm" he thought, doing the buttons on his coat up.

Pippin brought out a small leather pouch. Inside, strong smelling tobacco. Pippin placed the pipe in his mouth and took a bit of the tobacco out.

Other hobbits, who had been sitting at the other tables also got up. Only a handful were left. But they too would soon go home.

A few minutes later, Pippin was ready. But now, he had to light it. This was easier said then done. For there were no lighters or matches in Middle-earth.

Yet, they had ways around it. Pippin got out a few thin wooden sticks. They were used to light other candles and especially fire. But they were also used for light their pipes.

Silver smoke started to flutter up from the bowl of the pipe as the tobacco caught light. Pippin gave a puff, making the small fire in the bowl strengthen.

Pippin took the pipe away and exhaled. Silver smoke came out of his mouth and slowly flew away. Pippin smiled as the tobacco taste followed.

Pippin took a deep breath. He hated going out in the coldness. But he had to go home. His pipe continued to smoke as the door opened.

The coldness instantly hit him. It was sharper then the days before. Pip made sure the door was closed behind him. So, taking a deep breath, he started on the journey back to his home.

Hunger was getting to him now. He had not had dinner due to loosing track of time. But, luckily, some dinner had been saved.

Eglantine took a deep breath as she washed up. As she finished, she heard the front door open. She knew of only one person this could be. But she did not.

Pippin had finished his pipe on the walk home. The smell of tobacco smoke clung onto his coat. A smile came over him.

"Dinner, then bed" he told himself.

Eglantine looked around as her son walked in.

"Where have you been?" she asked.

Pippin took a deep breath, but did not answer. He smiled as he picked up his dinner. Pippin needed to wait a few minutes more for his dinner to warm up.

The sound of plates echoed around the kitchen as Eglantine washed up. Pippin took a deep breath. A few minutes had passed since he had placed the plate in the oven.

Pippin took the small towel again and opened the oven. The instant smell of cooked chicken hit him as he slid it out.

A few minutes later, Pippin started to eat. All of the usual food had been saved. Crispy potatoes, parsnips, sprouts, peas, carrot and turnip, sausages, bacon and chicken. Gravy had been poured over his dinner.

Pippin took a deep breath as he looked down at his dinner. A drink was needed. So, he got up and walked to the cupboard.

Eglantine watched as he took out a mug. Pip then walked over to the cellar and opened the door. A candle was then taken. It gave off just enough light.

Eglantine turned back and continued to was up. As she did, she heard different foot steps. Paladin had now come into the kitchen.

"Ah, I see that Peregrin is home" he said, spotting the half eaten dinner.

Eglantine smiled. Just then, Pippin came out of the cellar. No words were said between them. Paladin took a deep breath. He stood there, watching his son eat.

Pippin finished up his meal and downed his ale. Without a word, Pippin got up and walked out of the room. the mug and plate were left sitting on the table.

Pippin's door closed, echoing down the corridor. Pip gave a deep breath. He slowly changed into his night gown and pulled back the duvet.

The candles were all blown out, sending the room into semi-darkness. Pippin gave a smile as his head hit the pillow. The duvet was pulled over himself.

He could hear echoes coming down from the kitchen. Eglantine and Paladin were getting ready for bed. Eglantine had gone into the bathroom. She had ran a bowl of hot water and was not washing up.

She smiled the water rushed away. Her face and hands felt much cleaner. A clock chimed on the wall. One more hour 'til midnight.

Paladin was already washed and already in bed. He heard a door click open a small way down the corridor. Moments later, his wife walked into the room and shut the door.

She got into her night gown and got into bed.

"Good night" she said, kissing him.

Paladin smiled.

"See you in the morning" he answered.

At that, the two of them quickly fell asleep.