At the same time, Gandalf was on his way to help Aragorn, Legolas and Gimli battle ten thousand orcs. They had been battling them for most of the night. But, as the sun rose, so did hope.
"Ride out with me, ride out and meet them" Aragorn said, in a last ditch effort to keep the orcs from killing every man, woman and child within the walls.
King Théoden's hope had vanished. All hope seemed to have trickled away with every man laying dead on the floor.
But it was the words of Aragorn that rekindled his fire.
"For death and glory"
A small smile came over him. Maybe there was hope after all.
"For Rohan. For your people"
A small stream of light started to pour into the Keep.
"Yes, yes" Théoden said, confidence rising with every echoing bang of the Keep door.
"The horn of Helm Hammerhand shall sound in the deep one last time!"
"Yes!" Gimli said, scooting away up some stairs.
At the top of the long flight of stairs was a large, metallic horn. Gimli took a deep breath and started to blow. The sound echoed throughout the valley.
"Let this be the hour when we draw swords together" he told Aragorn, placing a hand on his shoulder.
Snowmane, King Théoden's faithful horse, was summoned.
"Fell deeds awake. Now for wrath, now for ruin and a red dawn!"
As these words rang out, the keep door gave way.
"Forth eorlingas!" he said.
At that, he and his men, including Aragorn and Legolas, charged. Orcs were killed left, right and centre. The small group of horse men rode out into the plains before Helms Deep.
There, a familiar sight caught their eye. The lone figure of Gandalf stood on the hill side. But he was not alone. As promised, Eomer was there too.
Pippin continued to tell his side of the story.
"Thousands of them. Hundreds on thousands and no way out" he said.
Minas Tirith was surrounded by the biggest army Mordor had ever sent out. Orcs, men, trolls, wargs and wraiths. All of them descended onto the unprepared city. But the Gondorian army was led by Gandalf. But courage was fading fast as large towers inched ever closer.
"I had to find Gandalf, not only for my protection, but for the protection for another"
Confusion crossed Diamond's face.
"Who else were you meant to protect?" she asked.
Pippin gave a small smile.
"Faramir" he answered.
Diamond knew of the reason why her son was named Faramir, but there was a different story to tell.
"What happened to him?" Diamond asked.
Barliman took a deep breath as he unlocked the large, weather beaten front door. The lobby he was standing in was warm. Candles flickered and heaths burnt with a healthy glow. A young girl was standing beside him.
The locked clicked as he twisted it to his left.
"There" he said, happy to be back in his inn.
But his business did not start up right away. Only people who walked past the building would see the candles flickering in the windows and know that the Prancing Pony was open for business.
It did not long before the door opened. A young man poked his head around the corner.
"Excuse me, are you open now?" he asked.
Barliman smiled.
"Of course, my dear sir, we most certainly are"
The man smiled as he opened the door a little further and walked in. He was followed by three of his friends. The large door was closed behind them, keeping the lobby warmer then the freezing outside world.
Barliman gave a small nod over to the girl. She smiled, but was obviously nervous. She approached the group of lads.
"Excuse me?" she asked, getting their attention.
Barliman smiled as he watched the girl take down their orders. A few minutes later, the girl turned around and walked back over to him.
"What do they want?" asked Barliman.
The girl smiled.
"They would like a full Bree lunch" she answered.
"With a large pint of ale for each"
Barliman smiled and nodded. He walked out from behind the bar, towards the kitchen. The man opened the door just as more people came into the inn.
"I'm guessing he's back" said one of them.
The girl smiled as she waited for her next job. Nerves were getting to her as she watched the men sit down. Barliman was in the kitchen, ordering up the food. A few minutes past before he came out. His eyes darted over to the new group of men sitting there, then back to the girl.
He gave a small nod at the girl. Once again, she had to befriend the group of men. This time, the group was smaller. But this did not take away her nerves.
"Good morning" she said, giving them a big, welcoming smile.
The two men looked up.
"Ah yes" he said.
"We would like the usual, please" said one of them.
The girl gave a small nod and walked away. She would have to ask Barliman what the meant. As time wore on, more and more people entered the lobby.
Travellers waited patently at the bar for Barliman. The young girl smiled as she walked out of the kitchen. She carried two plates full of food.
"There you are" she said, placing it down.
Two travellers were sitting there.
"Thank you" the woman said.
Both looked tired. Both had come from Gondor on a year long travel. They had many stories to tell. But no one asked. No one cared where the other people came from.
Meanwhile, Mya, Origo and Ivy were now on the road. They were nearing the half way point between Hobbiton and Rivendell. But it would still take a few days to get there.
Origo's journey had quicken in the past few days. For he had met a new person. The small puppy was still figuring out weather to trust her or not.
But there was one creature that did trust this strange girl. It was Ivy. Ivy was a small green companion that had helped Origo in and out of trouble.
But now, she was happy where she was. Unlike Origo, she had found out exactly who this girl was. This made Ivy's trust in her became concrete. The two of them had agreed that they should act like they could not see each other.
That way, Ivy could convince Origo that she was friendly. Origo gave a small yawn as he walked along. He had been walking his little paws off for a few hours. And it was taking its toll on him.
Mya looked over at Ivy. They seemed to know what each other was thinking.
"Puppy?" asked Mya.
Origo looked up. His little puppy eyes were heavy. Sleep seemed to winning as he whimpered.
"You sleepy?" Mya asked, picking the fluffy puppy up.
Origo gave a small whine. To any other being, this was just a whine. But, to Mya, her question had been answered. For Origo was not a normal puppy. He was a changeling. This meant that he could change from puppy to being in an instant.
But, due to his memory loss, he had completely forgotten this. There was now only one creature that knew of changelings. And she was the only one.
Origo's eye slowly shut. Both Mya and Ivy noticed this. Small, soft snores came to the pup.
"He's worn out" Ivy whispered.
Mya subconsciously stoked the pup. Mya started to wonder what the small pup about. But, even if she knew, she would not believe it.
Darkness surrounded him as he lay on a cold, metal surface. Both of his arms had been chained with cold shackles. Two orcs were clamping his feet down.
"No" Pilith moaned.
He knew what pain was coming. Origo shivered as a cold wind blew around him. Large black figures were walking around. Their faces looked evil. Origo whimpered, wanting to find a way out.
"No!" came another shout.
Origo wondered what was happening. A clunking sound came as a large metal wheel at one end of the table was cranked up.
"Now" said one of the orcs bending over Pilith.
They were inches from each other. Pilith could smell the foul breathing of the orc. It was a kin to rotting flesh. Its teeth were stained yellow. His gums had only a hint of redness left. The rest was as black as the skin that was stretched across his face.
"Where is it?" he snarled.
Pilith knew exactly what the orc was on about.
"I don't know!" Pilith said through gritted teeth.
The orc gave a grunting laugh.
"That is not what lord Sauron wants to hear" threatened the orc.
A large metal clunk echoed around the chamber. Origo whimpered as he stood there. There was no sign of a way out. The coldness was making him shiver.
"Ivy?" he asked, giving a small bark.
But there was no sign of her green glow. Origo whimpered as large, foot came down just inches from where he was.
"You have two more chances to tell me where it is"
Pilith could feel the cold metal slowly try to pull his hands off. The shackles on his legs were cold. The skin that had been exposed to the metal was now red raw. A small cut bled as the shackles were tightened.
Origo, who had been trying to find a way out, came across a large fire. One of the two orcs was standing near it. A large spike was held in his hands. One of the ends was sitting happily in the raging fire before it.
The orc had been standing there for a few minutes. The end of the metal bar had a single spike. It was slowly turning from black to deep red.
Pilith could see just a slither of the raging fire. It seemed to be the only source of light in the entre room.
"This is your second chance to tell me where it is"
Pilith, who had been captured a few weeks before, had been through this too many times. The second orc gave a small smile as he took the end of the poker out. It was red hot.
"I'm telling you the truth, I do not know what your talking about"
This was a lie. Both Pilith and Mya knew exactly what they were on about. But neither of them would say a thing.
"Then, you'll just have to suffer" the orc said.
He took the red hot poker and pointed it right at Pilith's face. He could see fear across the face of his prisoner.
"You have one more chance" the orc said, pointing the poker just inches from Pilith's face.
"Tell me"
Pilith was getting close to spilling the beans. But he knew that if he did, he would not be the only one that would be in danger. If Sauron found the ring, the darkness and pain that he had seen and suffered would split out to the furthest reaches of Middle-earth.
Pilith took a deep breath. It all came down to him and Mya. But there was another who knew where the Ring of Power was. And that creature had been caught.
Gollum knew more then any creature about the Ring. For, in the year two thousand, four hundred and sixty two, he had become the Master of the Ring.
And that's where the Ring stayed. For nearly five hundred years, it never strayed from his grasp. But Sméagol, as he was known, had already killed one of his best friends for it. For that was the power of this small piece of metal.
But, five hundred years later, it would be taken from him. For, a small hobbit, lost in the lonely mountain, stumbled across it half buried in the mud around a black lake.
But, Bilbo Baggins was not alone. He was one of a group of fifteen. This included one wizard and thirteen bearded dwarves.
But, before Bilbo could get back to them, he had had an encounter with Gollum. Riddles were asked and answered. In the end, Bilbo came out the victor.
Bilbo had now escaped, much to his relief and the relief of Gandalf and the dwarves. It took Bilbo a while to find the party of dwarves. But, when he did, he had a little surprise up his sleeve.
Mya was now getting very cold as she walked. Her bubble of warmth that Ivy had put around her had now gone. Origo had now awaken too. He gave a small whimper as a cold blast of air ran through his fur.
Mya looked down. Origo had curled into a small ball. This was very strange for Mya. For she had never held her best friend before.
"Are you cold, puppy?"
Origo looked up. Mya seemed to read Origo's look better then anyone. But she could do nothing about it. But there was one little creature that could end the coldness for both Mya and Origo.
But, at this moment in time, Ivy was asleep in one of Mya's big pockets. Ivy had curled up. The fairy snored peacefully. But, due to the fact that Origo was now awake, Mya could not get her.
"Unless" thought Mya.
She gave a small smile. Origo was not paying attention as Mya's hand slipped gently into her pocket. A few seconds later, Ivy was gently woken up.
Ivy gave a grunt as she woke. A massive figure was gently, as Mya put it, waking her up. It took a few seconds for Ivy to understand what was going on. She smiled as her little wings started to flutter.
The fairy fluttered upwards. She was just about to ask Mya what the matter was, but something else caught her eye. Origo was not looking at all happy.
He gave a small whine to Ivy.
"Cold?" she asked.
Mya looked down at the pup. He gave a small nod. The fairy fluttered as Mya continued to walk. Mya took a deep breath.
"We'll stop for some food soon" she told him,
Origo, now a warm puppy, gave an approving whimper. Mya smiled as warmth travelled through her very soul. The wind around her was not as cold anymore. In fact, she could not feel it on her at all, save for the swaying of her dress and the dancing of her hair.
Diamond could tick of two meals that she had now had. Breakfast and lunch. Dinner time was fast approaching as she put her coat on. For she was not to have dinner in her own home. She was now a guest at Marigold's house.
Diamond smiled as walked back to her room. Squirming in his cot, Faramir lay.
"Come on, you" she said, wrapping him up more.
"We're off to see your aunties" she told him.
A few minutes later, the large front door closed with a click. Luckily, Pearl did not live far away. Just a few doors down in fact.
Pervinca had already arrived. The smell of cooking roamed freely around the house. Though they could not see it, they could defiantly smell it.
Three mugs of tea had been made. A fourth, for Diamond, was waiting to have water added to it.
"So, when should we be expecting our only nephew?" Pervinca asked.
All of Paladin's children looked alike. Especially the females of his family. All three girls, Pervinca, Pearl and Pimpernel, had the same blue eyes. Pimpernel, although being the second oldest of the four, looked the youngest. And she was defiantly the shortest by a few centimetres.
Centimetres to hobbits were akin to inches for humans. Excess height was very unusual for hobbits to have. It was unnatural to above average height. For hobbits led peaceful lives.
"There's no need to grow tall like the tall folk, hobbits are meant to be this height and that's that!" the elders would say.
"Their getting taller every year" others would mutter as a taller, younger hobbit walked past.
Pearl took a deep breath and a sip of her tea. Just then, three knocks echoed down to the kitchen.
"That's them!" squealed Pearl.
She instantly got up, leaving her tea standing on the table. She smiled as she rushed down the hall way. Her big feet slapped against the tilted floor.
She smiled as she opened the large door. Standing on the opposite side of the door was Diamond.
"Diamond, come in quickly!" Pearl said, opening the door.
Diamond gave a cold smile and walked over the threshold. In her arms, a warm and bubbly Faramir. The door behind them was closed.
"How are you?" asked Diamond.
Pearl smiled.
"I'm good" she answered.
Diamond looked down at her son.
"Could you hold him for a moment please?" she asked.
Pearl gave a smile as she was handed her only nephew. She looked down at his face. She could defiantly see both Diamond and Pippin in Faramir's little face.
Faramir had Diamond's amazing blue eyes and Pippin's hair.
"He's beautiful" Pearl said, looking up.
Diamond gave an embarrassed smile. She secretly thought that Faramir would grow up to be like his father. Something that she thought was not a good idea. But, as Pippin grew older, he seemed to have settled down. Diamond took her son back as the two of them walked into the kitchen. Diamond was secretly envious at the cleanliness of Pearl's home.
"I should clean here more often" Diamond thought.
But, for now, cleaning was not on her mind. Pimpernel and Pervinca had remained seated in the kitchen. But, as Diamond came in, they both stood.
"Hello, Diamond" said Pervinca, walking around the table.
The two of them carefully embraced in a hung. Pervinca smiled as she looked down at the baby in his mother's arms.
"He's got your eyes" Pervinca told her.
Then it was true. Diamond was starting to believe it now. For Faramir's aunties had both said it. Pimpernel was the last one to welcome Diamond.
Diamond smiled as she sat down. The smell and sound of cooking echoed around them.
"What's for dinner?" Diamond asked.
The four girls in the room had very similar accents. Diamond's was not as sharp as the other three girls. Pearl, who was now standing at hot stove, turned around.
"Roasted turkey" she answered.
Turkey. The one thing that reminded Diamond of her little puppy. Pimpernel, who had been looking at Diamond, seemed to know exactly what she was thinking.
Diamond suddenly changed the direction of her gaze. It landed right on Pimpernel. For a moment, the two girls stared each other.
No words were said between them. There was no need. Both knew exactly what the other was going through. Diamond took a deep breath as she looked away.
Pimpernel looked down into her mug of tea. She could see her reflection in mug. She took a deep breath and took another sip.
Pearl smiled as she opened the oven door. A large, sharp blast of hot air rushed out into her face. Pearl stood back and waited for the hot air to pass.
A few seconds past before she bend down again. Two large, think towels had been wrapped around each hand. For the metal was very, very hot.
Pearl smile as she carefully slid the trey out. Sitting in a pool of scolding hot oil was a juicy, brown chicken. Diamond could smell the chicken more then ever now. Her stomach rumbled, telling her food was most appreciated. But Pearl was not ready yet.
She smiled as she surveyed the bird in front of her. Before it was subjected to the heat, it had been covered in the purest honey that could be found. It ran on nearly ever inch of cold meat.
Herbs were then scattered onto the bird as well. They stuck to the honey slowly flowed down the side. Pearl then poured a lot oil into the pan. She smiled as she brought out a large spoon.
The oil was then scooped up and poured over every inch of the bird. A few minutes past before she was happy with it.
"Should take a few hours" she told herself, looking at the clock.
Pearl smiled as she brought out a long fork with two sharp metal spikes at one end. A sharp cutting knife was then brought out too.
A plate was the last thing to get to be brought out of the cupboards. The turkey was then cut into.
"Have you seen Dolly about it?" Pervinca asked.
Diamond smiled.
"Oh yes, yes I have. She gave me some white powder to put in his milk. It seems to have worked" she said, looking down at her son.
"Well, that's good news"
Pimpernel nodded. She had hardly said a word since Diamond got here. Ever since the fire and the disappearance of Abira, she had fallen silent. All three of the other girls could see that she was not her right self anymore.
"Pimpernel, can you come and help me please?" Pearl asked.
This was the only words Pimpernel feared. Ever since the fire, she could not even go near a heath. Sweat started to congregate on her forehead. Her eyes focused on her sister.
"Me?" she asked.
Pearl took a deep breath. She had forgotten about what had happened.
"Oh, Pimpernel, I'm sorry"
Pimpernel took a deep breath and stood up.
"No, Pimpernel" Pearl said, watching her sister walk out of the kitchen.
Pearl took a deep breath as she heard the door to Pimpernel's room click shut. Guilt was now swelling up in her heart.
"I'm sorry, Diamond" Pearl said
Happiness seemed to have plummeted as Pearl thought about what she had said. Her words rang in her ears.
"How could I have been so silly?" she asked herself.
More pots and pans and white porcelain bowls were taken out of the cupboards. Faramir had now been past over to Pervinca. She smiled as the little boy grabbed her long, curly hair.
Faramir's eyes darted around. Everything was strange for him. He could not see the familiar face of his mother any more.
"But, why have you got mummy's eyes?" he asked himself.
This new person was very playful. A little too playful for him. Little Faramir's face screwed up. Play time with this person was now over.
"Oh" Pervinca said, wondering what she had done wrong.
Diamond gave a warm smile.
"I think little Faramir is hungry" she said, as her child was handed back to her.
Faramir continued whimper. But he seemed to have calmed down a little. Diamond took a deep breath. She had forgotten his little bowl of food. It had been accidently left on the kitchen table back at home.
"Oh no" she said, taking a deep breath.
Pearl looked around.
"What is it?" she asked.
Diamond took a deep breath.
"I've forgotten Faramir's food"
There was only one thing for it. She would have to go back and get it.
"Sorry, I need to go and get it" she said.
Faramir was hastily past back over to her aunt.
"Oh, I know. Mummy has to go and get your food, she'll be right back"
Faramir's forehead was kissed before his mother departed. She smiled as she headed back down the hall way. Pimpernel could hear Diamond walk past her room. A few seconds later, the front door clicked shut. Pimpernel lay on her bed, tears streaming down her face.
The tears left a little traces of water on her cheek. They glinted in the flickering candle light.
"Why did this have to happen to me?" she asked.
Her soul could not take the weight of the events that had happened to her. Firstly, she had been in a massive fire, but escaped with just minor injuries. Secondly, her best friend and husband to be left her.
Pimpernel could not understand why Hamson had left. She loved him and missed him everyday that he was gone. For he had left Hobbiton altogether.
Pimpernel wondered, very often, why he had done so. All answers came down to one outcome. He did not love her anymore.
Pimpernel had planned nearly most of life. She had already planned the wedding. Her sisters would be her bridesmaids. She had an idea on how many children she wanted. Ten in total. She even knew which room would be who's.
But, all had been shattered the when Hamson had decided that would be leaving. But, his reason for leaving was very complex indeed. Not even Samwise, his own brother, knew of this reason.
The third reason for her crying was because of a small puppy. Abira was more precious Hamson. For Abira, although she could not talk to her Pimpernel, seemed to understand everything that was being said to her.
It was as though her soul had seamlessly connected with the pups.
"But, she's only a puppy" Pimpernel kept telling herself.
But there was a lot more to Abira then Pimpernel knew. For Abira was not a normal puppy. In fact, Abira was older then anything else in the Shire.
But now, she had gone. Gone many, many miles away from Hobbiton. The ruins of Weathertop was just twenty four hours walk away. There, Mya was to wait a few days to gather her strength up and carry on.
For the worst was yet to come. A large mountain range stood in front of them. Their peaks were covered in snow. There was no life in the mountains. From many miles away, the difference between the greenness and snow could be distinguished easily.
But for now, they were hidden by the horizon. Mya took a deep breath as she continued ever onwards. The darkness had started to deepen a few hours before. The sun was stealing all of the warmth is had given the land.
Ivy was sitting on Mya's shoulder, looking down at the small pup. Ivy's glow shone in Origo's brown eyes. Ivy gave a smile.
"You alright, pup?" she asked.
Origo gave a small whimper. Mya gave a small smile and held onto his little paw. Origo's little nose was cold to the touch as he sniffed Mya's hand.
There was still something about this girl that Origo found strange. There was something familiar about her smell. But Origo could not place a paw on it.
"Maybe I've met her before" she thought, looking up.
Mya looked right down at him. Both looked at each other for a few moments. Mya took a deep breath and looked away. Origo gave a small whimper and snuggled up.
Darkness was now fully upon them. Candles were now being lit in Bree as the sun went down. Barliman and the young girl were very busy indeed. Order after order was taken. The girl looked at the clock. There was still a few hours of service left to go.
Barliman was nowhere to be seen. In fact, he was upstairs, showing a small group of travellers their room for the night. At this moment in time, he was struggling with large metal bed.
"Could you grab the end for me?" Barliman asked one of the men.
The traveller smiled.
"Of course" he answered.
The man heaved the metal frame of the bed up. Barliman heaved it up as well. Now, all four of the legs were off of the ground. A minute later, the bed was placed down.
"There you are" said Barliman, whipping his hands.
The thin mattress had already been placed in the room. The pillow and old sheets had been placed near by.
"If there's anything you want, just look for me"
The travellers, three men and two women in total, all smiled and thanked him. Barliman smiled and walked out, shutting the door behind him.
Barliman descended the stairs to lobby. A few years ago, Barliman had two hobbits working for him. But, events of just one night changed everything forever.
Hobbits were now banned from Bree for good. The ones that resisted got forced to leave. The men and boys of Bree sought out to get rid of them. For hatred for hobbits had risen suddenly. A rumour had formed since the evens in the Prancing Pony.
Stones were thrown, though they were not very effective in making the hobbits leave. But the fires were the most effective. Some hobbits were even killed in the attempt to stay.
"It ain't our business what happened there, so leave us be!" said a very brave elder.
But the hobbit's numbers were not so great. Most had gone quietly. The eyes of many man bared down on them. Old Harry shook his head as he watched the hobbits walk out of the gate. Harry could see the fires of homes that had been set alight.
Harry closed the gate as, a few about an hour, the last hobbit left Bree. Barliman now had to find new workers. But no one would work for him. For hobbits were good workers. They were honest and hardworking. But now, everything in Bree was peaceful, save from the odd drunk fight outside of the Prancing Pony.
In Hobbiton, Diamond had finished up her second helping of food. Faramir had been put down in small wicker basket, normally used for food. But now, it was a makeshift cot.
Diamond and the other two girls talked and laughed about past events. Faramir seemed to be undisturbed by this, though the girls tried to make sure they didn't wake him.
Pimpernel had not shown herself since the start of dinner. Just one question had caused her the most grief she had ever felt.
Pimpernel was now contemplating leaving Hobbiton for a while and travel the road. For she had had a sheltered life. The stories that had been told about her younger brother made her want to go even more.
"What have I got left?" she asked herself.
For, to Pimpernel, nothing felt like home anymore. She knew that, one day, she and Abira would be reunited. But that seemed far off, even none-existent.
But when should she go?
This is where another rope attached to her plan. It was Hobbiton. As much as she wanted to leave, Hobbiton was still her home.
"Maybe not forever" Pimpernel told herself.
A small smile came over her.
"Just for a month or two"
Pimpernel took a deep breath. Hunger was now getting to her. She took a deep breath and got off of her bed. She stood there for a few seconds, feeling the hunger roar up.
The smell of food and the sound of Diamond and her sisters met her as walked towards the kitchen. Pearl, who's seat faced the door, saw it slowly start to open. Diamond and Pervinca looked around. Pimpernel took a deep breath as she walked in. She instantly spotted little Faramir asleep in his makeshift cot. Conversation stopped as Pimpernel slowly took her place.
Pearl smiled as she got up.
"Good thing I saved you some" she said, taking it out of the oven.
Pimpernel's plate seemed to be over flowing with delicious food. Pimpernel took a deep breath as she started to eat. Pervinca gave a strange look over at Pearl. Pearl seemed to know exactly what this meant.
Nelly ate and ate and ate. The clock on the wall chimed nine times as time wore on.
Finally, Pimpernel finished. No words had been said during the meal. Not even by the others. Faramir's crying was a welcome break from the awkward silence in the kitchen.
Pimpernel sat there in silence. A lot was to think about.
"I'm leaving" Pimpernel suddenly said.
Pearl, who had been making mugs of tea for them all, looked around.
"Leaving?" she asked.
Pimpernel looked over at her sister.
"Yes" she answered.
Pearl instantly forgot about making the tea. The kettle she was holding was placed on the side and the water turned off. The kitchen was now quiet again.
"Why?" she asked.
Pimpernel took a deep breath.
"Why shouldn't I?" she asked.
Diamond looked between the two girls.
"Because we love you, Pimpernel. Where are you going to go?" she asked.
Pimpernel had not thought about where she would go. All she knew was that it had to be far away from Hobbiton.
"Bree" she answered.
The news of what had happened in Bree had not travelled this far. Not even Diamond, who was at Bree just a month before, knew of what had happened.
"Bree?" Pearl asked with surprise.
"Why Bree?" she asked.
Pimpernel was getting very annoyed now. The water running from the tap had now completely filled the kettle. It was now trickling into the sink.
Pearl suddenly looked around and turned the tap off. The sound of the water echoed away. Silence now surrounded them.
"Well, I don't know, its just far away I guess" she answered.
Pearl did not like the sound of this.
"I don't think it's a good idea, Nelly"
Pimpernel's mind had changed. She was now acting very different.
"But, don't you think I am old enough to do what I want?" she asked.
Diamond now felt like she had over stayed her time. She had to make an excuse. But, there was none. Faramir was snoozing peacefully in his wicker basket.
Pervinca took a deep breath.
"Why are we arguing?" she asked, now throwing her opinion into the matter.
Pimpernel looked over at her sister.
"I am not arguing, I am saying what I am going to do"
"But, Pimpernel, your not like this"
Pimpernel gave an huff and looked away. She couldn't take this arguing. So, without a word, she stood up. The chair scrapped along the cold, tiled floor. The noise woke little Faramir up. He instantly started to cry.
Diamond took a deep breath. She watched Pimpernel leave the room before attending to her son.
"It's alright honey, mummy's here" she said, cradling him in her arms.
The door shut with a bang. Pervinca took a deep breath.
"She'll be alright, I guess" she said after a moment of awkward silence.