Pimpernel woke to a new day. A large duvet had been drawn over her. A yawn came from her. A smile came over her. For today was the start of a whole new chapter in Pimpernel's life.
Today, she felt freer then ever before. The duvet was lifted off, surrendering her warmth for the coldness of the room. The night's events had been forgotten. There was no need to remember it.
Her door was opened. The light coming in from the windows continued to grow as the sun rose. Pimpernel had never woken this early before. The house was silent as she entered the kitchen.
"I think a nice mug of tea and then I'll be on my way"
She had planned to leave without incident. And by that, she would leave before Pearl rose. But her plan would fail. For Pearl had not had a wink of sleep nearly all night. When she heard the small click of the door down the corridor, she slowly got out of bed.
Her ears were sharper then usual. She could hear the faint rushing of water for a few seconds, then nothing.
"Should I go and see her?" she asked herself.
But something was holding her back.
"Maybe its best if she goes without seeing anyone" she thought.
Pimpernel opened the cellar door and walked in. The kettle was left to bubble over the flaming heath. Pimpernel's heart seemed to have changed her whole perception on the world.
"Maybe I should try a bit of this" Pimpernel told herself, picking up a small vase.
Inside was sticky honey. Pimpernel gave a small smile as she walked deeper into cellar. Milk and tea leaves were then picked up too.
The cellar door was then shut. All of the things Pimpernel needed was placed down in the work top. A mug was taken out and placed by the rest of the things. A small silver spoon was taken out of draw.
A few more minutes past before the water bubbled just enough for Pimpernel's liking. Carefully, the kettle was lifted off of the hook. Pimpernel concentrated as she poured some of the water into the mug. But not too much.
The kettle was then placed bag. Pimpernel could now get on with making her tea. Firstly, the tea leaves were placed in the cooling water.
The spoon was used to stir them around as their colour leaked into the water. After a few minutes, the tea leaves had given all the colour that they could.
Pimpernel carefully fished out all of the tea leaves and placed them to the side. Milk was then poured into the brown water. A cloud could be seen as the milk spread out through the mixture.
Only one thing was left to add. Now that it came to it, Pimpernel did not see that it could actually taste nice.
"Well, there's nothing for it" she told herself.
The small jar was opened. Inside, golden honey gathered a few months previous. Pimpernel picked up the spoon. She then dug it into sticky honey. A few seconds later, she took the spoon out again. It was covered in honey. A smile came over the girl as she dipped it into the hot water.
Slowly, but surely, the water made the honey slip off. But one small spoonful was not enough. Three more, making four in total, were added to the tea. Pimpernel gave the spoon a lick. The honey seemed to dance on her tongue as she placed it down by the sink.
The tea was them picked up. Pimpernel smiled as she placed the full cup of tea on the table. The chair was silently drawn back. She did not want to wake her sister.
Birds outside could be heard singing through the cold sheet of glass. The first sunlight of the day leaked through onto room. Even though it was only seven hours into the new day, light was already starting cast faint shadows of the objects on the table.
But this did not mean the coldness would lift. In fact, it was deeper then ever. It was so cold that rain turned to ice and fell as snow.
And that's exactly what was happening. The light flurry that had started just a few hours before had turned into a full scale blizzard. A sheet of whiteness covered the Shire. Anyone caught out in it could hardly see past their feet.
But this did not stop Pimpernel from travailing away from Hobbiton. She continued to sit and drink her honeyed tea.
She smiled as she downed the last but. She smiled.
"I think a bit of food would do me nicely" Pimpernel told herself.
It was then that she eyed the cooker. Her plan seemed to crumb before her very eyes. her heart started to beat faster.
"I'm not ready yet" she told herself, looking away.
A hot meal would not be on the agenda. But, there were many other things that Pimpernel could have to eat. Cereal would have to do.
So, once again, Pimpernel entered the again. This time, a packet of cereal was brought out. The milk had already been taken out. It did not take long 'til she could eat. The milk was poured over the breakfast.
The bowl was picked up and placed on the table. A larger spoon was then taken out of the draw. Pimpernel smiled as she sat down and started to eat.
Pearl was now behind the kitchen door. She was so tempted to stop Pimpernel from leaving. But she knew that she could do nothing about it.
Pimpernel took a few minutes to finish the large bowl of cereal. But hunger was still present in her. So, she poured the rest of the packet into the bowl. The milk had been left out for a bit too long and was now getting warmer.
But this did not Pimpernel from pouring the rest of it into the bowl. Pearl could once again hear the sound of the spoon hitting bowl.
"Maybe I should just let her go" Pearl thought, taking a deep breath.
She lent on wall and thought deeply.
Meanwhile, far from the safety of the Shire, a young girl was sitting on the frozen ground. She had been walking for most of the night. But she was not alone. In her bag slept a precious, fluffy companion. Origo and Ivy were both snoozing in the bag as snow continued to fall around them.
Mya was sitting in the snow, which was now over her feet. But she had yet to wake. For she did not feel the bitter coldness around her.
Ivy was responsible for this. For she had magic in her. This was defiantly an advantage. Both Origo and Mya seemed to benefit from this.
But, now that the sun had broke, sleep would not mask their coldness for any longer. In fact, Origo was the first to wake. his little brown eyes slowly opened to a closed world. A large blanket had been wrapped around him, keeping the warmth in.
A small whimper came from him. He could not move. Hunger had grown in the small pup overnight. Ivy, who had also been sleeping in Mya's bag, began to wake as well. It was the movement of the large puppy that woke her.
Ivy awoke to the light of day and the cold wind. She smiled as the puppy came into focus.
"Hello" she said, slowly sitting up.
Origo's little eyes glinted in her faint green glow. Ivy could see a small reflection of herself in his eyes.
"Hungry" Origo whimpered.
Ivy smiled. She knew that she had to get out of the bag. The small fairy knew exactly what to do. So, after reassuring the pup she would be back in a jiffy, she slipped out of bag.
She was met by a white world. The warmth in the bag had not given the coldness a chance to build up. The wind was more powerful then before. This took the little fairy by surprise as the wind grabbed her and tried to take her away from her two companions.
But Ivy was stronger then this. She knew that nothing would take her away from either Origo or Mya. So, she started flutter. It took most of her energy to get back to Mya. But she managed too.
Origo was still in the bag, waiting patiently for his fairy to remerge. He gave a small whimper as he yawned. Ivy finally reached the large shoulder of Mya. Ivy looked down at the bag. She could see that Origo was safe there.
"Mya?" Ivy whispered.
Mya did not wake. Ivy took a deep breath.
"Mya?" she repeated, a bit louder.
The girl's head moved. But she did not wake. Ivy took a deep breath. She could see the small figure of Origo getting restless.
So, Ivy conjured up another spell. One that she knew would wake Mya. As Ivy touched Mya's sink, a sharp pain erupted at the point of contact.
Mya instantly woke. But, what happened next took Ivy by surprise. Mya stood up quicker then Ivy could grab a strand of hair. All three were now awake. One of the three seemed to not to take this well.
As Mya stood up, the bag swung around hurting the pup. Mya looked around. At first, she did not see a thing. Her eyes were sharp and her heart was racing.
Ivy then fluttered up a few seconds later.
"Mya, it's me" she whispered.
This confused the girl even more.
"Ivy?" she asked.
Origo whimpered as he struggled out of his towel.
"Shh" Ivy said, worried that Origo would discover their secret.
Mya took a few seconds to figure out what this meant. Origo gave a small bark, letting the fairy and the girl know he was still there.
Mya looked down. The bag had been shut. A few seconds later, the bag was opened and the pup taken out.
"Oh, I'm sorry puppy" Mya said, kissing him on the head.
Origo instantly started to shiver and whimper. Ivy took a relived breath as Origo was placed on Mya's shoulder. Ivy's wings were working over time as she struggled to move a few feet forward.
"Puppy?" she asked as Mya picked up her bag.
Origo gave a small whimper.
"I know you're hungry pup, you'll have to ask the girl" she told him.
Mya took a deep breath. She was very cold indeed. But she could not ask for warmth from the fairy. For that would create suspicions for little Origo and, sooner or later, he would find out what Mya really was.
But, for now, her secret was safe. Origo gave a small whimper and looked up. Mya's large hand was making sure that the small puppy would not fall.
"Hungry" he whimpered a bit louder.
Mya looked down.
"Love you too pup" she said.
Origo gave a little confused look. He then looked around at his Ivy. Ivy took a deep breath. Mya smiled as she looked in her bag.
"What about a bite to eat, pup" she said.
She could feel and see that Origo approved of this. He started to wriggle more and more as Mya looked into her bag. As she did, she noticed a strange packet laying there.
She gave a quick glance at the fairy. She gave a smile and a little nod, confirming that she had indeed planted the turkey there.
"Right" said Mya, making the bag slip off and fall onto the snowy ground.
"I think it's time for breakfast" she said.
Origo was then placed down in the cold snow. He did not like this one bit. A small whimper came from him. Ivy smiled warmly and fluttered down to him. His coat was catching the cold snowflakes falling from the white sky. The pup shook his whole body. The melting snowflakes seemed to fly off all over the place.
"Puppy!" said Ivy, getting splashed with half melted snowflakes.
Mya took a deep breath as she sat back down. The coldness was now getting to both of them. It was evident in Origo's little whimper that he needed warmth. Ivy took a deep breath.
"I know pup" she said.
With a small tickle of his hear, the shivering slowly stopped. Mya smiled as she pulled out a very large packet of turkey. Origo's sights were now focused on the packet that had been brought out. Due to his little nose, he could smell the turkey better then anyone else. Mya suddenly saw a different side to the pup.
Origo's tail started to wag as he trotted in the snow, towards Mya.
"Puppy, stop" she said, feeling his cold little nose touch her skin.
Mya's eyes quickly darted over to Ivy. Ivy was given a strange look. It took a few seconds for her to figure out what this meant. She smiled as she pointed to the bag.
Mya smiled as she looked down at the pup.
"Honey, move back a bit please" she said.
Origo, being on his best behaviour, did as he was told. His eyes never leaving the packet in Mya's hands. Mya produced a large, clean plate from inside her bag.
Ivy smiled as she fluttered to the pup. Flakes the size of feather continued to fall. There seemed to be no end to the onslaught.
A ripping sound then weaved its way through the wind. The plate that had been gotten out was now ladened with small specks of snow.
Mya smiled as she started to place the turkey on the plate. But, due to Origo's inpatient nature, he was soon trying to eat the turkey before it was place on the plate.
"Puppy" said my, giving a smile.
Her blonde hair was dirty and wet. She moved a small bit away that was sticking to her skin.
"Puppy, wait" she said, a small hint of sternness could be heard in her voice.
This did the trick as Origo backed away. He gave a small whimper. His eyes still didn't leave the mounting pile of meat. Mya made sure that she got every last morsel of turkey out of the packet.
"There you are" she said, placing the plate in front of her.
Origo started to eat. Mya's smile seemed to widen as her eyes left the pup. Ivy was struggling to stay in one spot long enough.
Mya gave a small nod, the coldness that she was feeling finally stopped as Ivy fluttered over to her.
"Thank you" she mouthed.
Pimpernel was now in her room again. Her mood had not improved as she folded some clothes and put them in a bag. Pearl was standing just outside Pimpernel's room. She had not felt this upset in a long time.
She knew that she could help, but Pimpernel would just let her. Pearl needed to tell someone.
But who?
A few minutes later, the door clicked and opened. Pimpernel wasn't very happy at the sight of her sister standing there. For a moment, Pearl was about to say something. But the sight of Pimpernel's face told her not to.
Pimpernel took a deep breath as she walked back to the kitchen. The time to leave Hobbiton was fast approaching.
"Where will you go?" asked a voice behind her.
Pimpernel had placed her bag on the table and was now at the cellar. But she did not answer. A small tear ran down Pearl's eye. She loved her sister dearly.
For her whole life, she thought that both Pervinca and Pimpernel would be by her side, no matter what. Pearl wiped away the tears from her eyes as she heard Pimpernel pick out a few bits of food from the cellar.
A minute past before Pimpernel came out again. In one hand, she held the candle. In the other, she held a loaf of bread and some other small packages.
Pimpernel took a deep breath as she placed the candle back and walked over bag. She placed the loaf in bag first, followed by the three or four other packets.
The bag was closed and placed on her back. Pimpernel took a few seconds to move. A small part of her was thinking about staying. But the urge to journey took a stronger hold on her.
So, for what Pearl thought would be the last time, Pimpernel walked out of the kitchen.
"This is it" Pimpernel said as she saw Pearl standing there.
Pearl's tears glinted in the small flames of the candles. It took a few seconds for her to react.
"Oh, Nelly" she said, flinging herself at her.
The two embraced in a large hug.
"I'll be back soon, Pearl" Pimpernel said.
The two girls had equally blue eyes. Pimpernel had been blessed with youthful looks, although she was just four years younger then her sister.
"Be safe and write to me when ever you get the chance" she said.
Pimpernel gave a small smile.
"Of course, but I don't know when it'll be" she answered.
The conversation had come to a solemn end. Pimpernel knew that she would miss Hobbiton, but she had to get away.
"Well, I should get going" she said.
The sisters hugged one last time. Pearl followed Pimpernel to the door. A cold blast of air and a few flakes of snow entered the house. Before her, a world of whiteness. She had not counted on the weather. For the last few days had been snow free.
But it was not going to stop her. She could already feel a small tingling in her cheeks as they turned a rosy colour. Pearl was not so sure about Pimpernel's intentions now.
But she could say nothing to stop her younger sister as she walked out into the world. The snow crunched under her feet as she walked down to the gate.
Flakes blocked out many of the hills that lay around her. The flakes seemed to give up their secrets once in a while, but only when the wind told them.
Pimpernel's hair was now covered with melting flakes. And the flakes that had hit her face had melted and were now drips trickling off of her nose.
On one side, Pimpernel could see the colourful doors peaking through the curtain of snow. Small flickers of light weaved their way through the curtains of flakes.
Chimneys were smoking gently. The black smoke that rose up snaked away in the wind. Pimpernel continued to make her way down towards the bridge that led away from Hobbiton.
The lake that Hobbiton was built around could not be seen. The snow seemed to be getting deeper and deeper by the minute. But still, this did not stop Pimpernel.
Pearl was now sitting in her kitchen. The house was very quiet. She was now living on her own again. Even though her sister had gone for a few minutes, it felt like she had been gone for a life time.
Elanor Gamgee smiled as she put food onto her plate. Hobbiton was now up and ready for the new, but snowy, day.
The Gamgee household was especially busy today. Elanor could not wait to get out in the snow. But breakfast was needed before she went out. For playing in snow was very tiring.
Rosie had done a very large breakfast for all of them. For everyone will be going out in the snow. Rosie flipped over the last few pieces of bacon.
She smiled as she waited for a few minutes. She then scooped them out of the hot pan and onto a plate. There were many rashers of bacon sitting on the plate already.
Rosie took the plate and turned around. She smiled as she searched for a place to put it down. after a moment, she found the right place.
"Eat up, you're all going to need it today" she said.
It would be the first time that they had been out in the snow as a family. Both Samwise and Rosie helped their children when it was needed. Only Merry and Rose seemed to need a little bit more help.
"Thank you, mummy" squeaked Rose.
Mushrooms were being piled onto Elanor's plate. Three large spoonfuls had already been placed when Elanor went for a fourth.
"That's enough now" said a voice to the side of her.
Elanor looked up. Her mother, being of sharp eye, had spotted Elanor's little plan. The young girl took a deep breath and placed the spoon back.
It took a while for everyone to get settled. Rosie could finally sit down and load her own plate. There was not much left are the children had taken their fill.
Rosie put a few brown, warm sausages on her plate. Five in total. She put the same amount of rashers onto her plate. Chips, a pile of scrambled egg, salted and peppered, was placed onto her plate as well. A few fried eggs were placed on her plate too.
Elanor was already half way through her breakfast before her mother had even started. But, Elanor soon stopped. She placed her knife and fork down and picked up her mug.
Cool water was drunk, making the bloated feeling slowly vanish. Elanor took a deep breath as she stopped. There not felt like room for a second helping.
But first, she would have to finish everything on her plate. But she wasn't going to be the first to finish. That title was Frodo's. He quickly cut up his sausages. They had been left 'til the last. For they were what he liked the most.
Like Elanor, Frodo needed a drink. After a quick swig of his water, he continued to eat.
Rosie smiled as she looked around. This was the one time in her day that she did not have to worry about the children
Breakfast took another hour to complete. For hobbits could just eat and eat when ever they had a supply of food before them.
"Right" said Sam, getting up.
Both Frodo and Elanor had been granted permission to leave the table. Pippin, Merry and Rose were all still there. Pippin, now being two, was slowly learning how cut his food. He was seated nearest to his mother.
Rosie noticed that he was getting very good at feeding himself. Little Pippin babbled away as he poked the his small fork into a bit of sausage.
Rosie was, once again, the last one sitting at the table. She smiled as she helped her son eat the rest of his meal.
"Good boy" she said, lifting him out of his high chair.
Like nearly everything else in Rosie's house, the high chair had been made in Hobbiton. For hobbits in Hobbiton thought it strange to import anything from the outside world.
"If we haven't got it, we haven't got it" they would say.
Most of the wood that was used for fire and making various other object was cut down from a few close by. Everything that a hobbit would need would be made by hand. Everything from bricks, to tables and chairs, to small glass vases were made by hobbits.
But this did not mean they did not help the environment as well. Youngsters were taught how to plant trees and shrubbery.
The stones that were lain in the front lawns were now covered in a carpet of snow. Elanor smiled as she put her coat on. A figure of a horse stood at her feet. She smiled as she looked down as she did her last button up.
The sound of bare feet slapping against the tiles. It was her younger brother Frodo. Frodo was coming out as well. He took one look the figure horse. Elanor felt a slight distaste raiding from her brother.
The two gave a quick glance at each other. Frodo grabbed his coat and quickly put it on. Elanor picked up the figure horse and looked around.
Fifteen minutes past before everyone was ready. Rosie smiled as all of her children had congregated near the door. Little Pippin held his mothers hand. His coat had been made by sowed by none other then his mother.
"Are we all here?" she asked.
Elanor was nearest the door. She smiled as her mother came to the door. Elanor moved out of the way as her mother opened the door.
Each one of them could feel the tickle of coldness that was now flooding into the house. One by one, they crossed the threshold.
Samwise was the last one out, making sure everyone was accounted for. He gave a smile as he stood at top of the path. The snow seemed not to be as strong as just a few hours before. Footprints could be seen travailing away from the door.
A few seconds later, Sam started to walk down to the gate. Rosie stood there, holding her youngest son in her arms. She smiled as her husband closed the door after him. The two of them smiled at each other as they held hands.
Elanor and Frodo had run off. They knew exactly where the large field was. But they were not the only ones out in the freezing blizzard.
A young girl, about the same age as Elanor, was also playing with a horse. She smiled as she saw the little figure of her friend, Elanor, walking towards her.
They both seemed to fight against the softening wind. The distance that could be seen was surely lengthening. But the flakes were getting no smaller.
"Morning, Elanor" said Gloria, shivering.
Elanor was shivering as well. Neither of them noticed Frodo standing a few meters away. He had a cold ball of snow in his hands. He smiled as he hid behind a large, green bush. It was one of a few that kept their leaves through the harsh winter months. The rest were just a waved mess of bare twigs.
Frodo watched as the two girls talked. The moment to throw had now come. So, taking aim, Frodo drew his arm back and threw the ball.
A second later, the ball impacted on Elanor's back.
"Ah!" she said, turning around as quickly as she could.
But Frodo had ducked out of sight. Elanor knew exactly who had thrown it. For, over sound of the wind, came the sound of talking and laughing.
"Frodo" she thought.
But Elanor did not go over there. Instead, her adventure with Gloria had just started. The two of them could now delve deeper into their imagination then ever before.
"Shush" said Elanor, stick in hand.
A large wolf was hunting them. He could smell them, but did not spot them. The snow made little Gloria shiver as she waited.
"We have to kill it" Elanor told her friend.
The stick she was hold slowly changed into a metal sword. Gloria had an equally shiny sword.
"How?" she whispered.
Frodo and his friends were now playing on the field. Snowballs were being snow. Some hit their target where as others did not.
"Ouch!" said one of Frodo's friends, being hit right in the face by a ball of ice.
Frodo laughed, his determination to hit more of his friends rose. But, upon standing to his full height again, a snowball was thrown at him.
Seeing it at the last second, he tried to duck. But he was too slow. The snow ball impacted on the top of his head. It broke into a million pieces.
"Argh!" he said, quickly wiping away the coldness from his hair.
Samwise smiled as he watched his son play. But his focus soon changed to Merry and Rose. They were busy arguing near by.
"Daddy, Merry wont let me help"
Samwise looked down at his daughter.
"Help with what?" he asked.
Merry had gone back to making a snowball.
"Making a snow hobbit" she answered.
Samwise thought quickly. It was his job to keep everyone in his brood happy, including himself and his wife.
"Well, why don't you build one of your own?" he asked.
Rose thought about this for a second.
"Will you help me?" she asked.
Meanwhile, Rosie was with Pippin. He giggles as he fell over, face first, into the snow.
"Oh, be careful" Rosie said, briskly picking him up onto his feet again.
Rosie brushed her son off, smiling as she did so. The fact that little Pippin had just fallen face first into the snow did not seem to bother him.
Elanor and Gloria had now made their way onto one of the hills. Deep within the hill, a family of hobbits lived. The only evidence that they were in fact on the roof was the chimney poking out of the top.
Snow had gathered around it as black smoke poured out of the top. Gloria stopped. But Elanor did not.
"Elanor, shush" Gloria said, stopping her friend.
Two specks of light could be seen in the blizzard. They were not flickering candles. They were in fact of the light reflecting from the wolf's eyes.
Elanor took a few seconds to figure out what it was. Gloria backed away. But she was stopped.
"Don't move, he cant see you if you don't move" Elanor whispered.
The wolf could smell them more then he could see them. His coat of fur kept the warmth in better then the coats that Elanor and Gloria were wearing.
The wolf snarled, showing its razor sharp teeth. Drool hung from his jaw as his eyes scanned the area around him.
"Someone is close" he snarled.
He could sense a being or two standing right in front of him. It was then that he saw something move between the curtain of snow. But it was only for a split second.
Elanor was holding in a large sneeze. She knew if it came out, all hell would break loose. But, it no fault of Elanor's that would break the thin ice they stood upon.
Gloria too had the urge to sneeze. And she did not have a strong enough will to keep it down. Elanor was shocked when she sneezed.
The two girls could not be in any more danger. The wolf could now see both girls clearly.
"Run!" Elanor shouted.
The hill that they stood on had changed into a dangerous mountain pass. The two girls only had meters on either side of them to run.
Styles became rocks and roads became crevasses. Gloria followed Elanor as they ran down the other side of the hill. But the wolf followed. It front two paws impacted on the snow as it gained on them.
"Get over" said Elanor, waiting for Gloria.
A plan then quickly formed in her head. Gloria hopped over the stile without touching the two planks of wood that helped them climb.
The wolf bore down on them. Confidence rose in little Elanor. The stick she was holding glinted in the light. The wolf could see the glint of the sword. It snarled.
"Bring it on" Elanor said.
Gloria's heart rate rose as she turned around.
"Elanor" she squealed.
"Stay back" Elanor told her friend, not taking her eyes off of the wolf.
The young girl knew that if she did not kill the beast, then it would stop at nothing to the kill them. The girl took a deep breath as looked on both sides. On both sides, a drop of thousands of feet. Elanor was stuck on a bridge, covered with a thin layer of ice.
Frodo and the other boys were now getting very bored. They had built their snow hobbits and had a long session of throwing snowballs at each other.
Lunch was just an hour away. Rosie took a deep, cold breath as she walked past her house. She could see Elanor and Gloria onto of the hill.
Gloria, who gave a little look around, saw Rosie walking towards them.
"Elanor" she said.
Elanor looked around. As she did, she spotted her mother. The girl gave a small smile and turned. The battle with the wolf could wait.
Elanor hopped over the stile. The snow was still coming down around them. Rosie smiled as she approached the two girls.
"Lunch will be ready soon, Elanor" she told her daughter.
Gloria smiled as her lunch would also be ready.
"How are you, Gloria?" Rosie asked.
Rosie's nose and cheeks had changed a light pinkish colour.
"I'm good, thank you"
Gloria was Elanor's oldest friend. Gloria's parents had known the Gamgee family for many years. But Gloria's family were not as well off as others. They lived at the bottom of the hills. For, unlike Elanor, Gloria lived in one of the small Smails.
Smails were smaller then the standard homes that hobbits lived in. They contained just the minimum luxuries. The kitchen was basic, but still better then most human kitchens.
The bedrooms had smaller windows then normal. But the hobbits that lived there made up for it by many, many candles.
Everything that a hobbit needed was still present in the Smails, but just a little smaller. Families that lived there did not grow very large. But, if they did, they struggled for space.
Space was something that Rosie's family needed the most. She had many sleepless nights thinking about what she could do about it.
And it was not about to get any easier. Rosie smiled as she opened the door. Three of her children were with her. Samwise had stayed outside, in the coldness, to make sure Frodo and Elanor did not get too cold.
Elanor took a deep breath. She was getting hungrier and hungrier. But, it was Gloria that reignited her imagination.