The sound of hooves rumbled along the road as dawn broke. A single horse galloped along a deserted road. The landscape around the rider and beast stretched for mile after mile.
Isengard had been left just a few days before. The mountain range that Isengard clung onto had now all but vanished over the horizon. Snow seemed to be scares here. There were many sharp outcrops of rock dotting the land.
The road, with ran from north to south, was very rugged and looked unused as the man travelled ever onwards. The hooves of the horse imprinted in the snow. In fact, it seemed that he had been the only one to use this road. For he had not seen another soul in twenty four hours. Fatigue had been setting in for a few hours. The coldness of the night did not help him.
Breath coming from the horse and man snaked away in the cold, still air. The horse slowly came to a stop.
"I think its time for a bite to eat, don't you?" he asked the horse.
The horse had large, brown, intelligent eyes. It knew that it was time to eat and it wasted no time in finding a lush clump of grass to nibble on.
The man took his pack off and opened it up. Inside, a few flasks of water, one was now empty. A few loaves of bread, one had been almost consumed. An a letter, unopened, but very important.
This was his mission. To deliver this piece of parchment to one Peregrin Took. The man smiled, now knowing why he had left Minas Tirith in the first place.
Twenty long minutes past before he was ready to set off again.
"I think an hours ride or two and then we'll stop for a longer rest" he told the horse, stroking it long face.
The horse gave him a small nudge. The man smiled, knowing that the large creature understood him. So, the man placed a foot into one of the stirrups and heaved himself up.
A few seconds later and the horse started moved again. It seemed to pick up speed quite quickly as a trot turned into a gallop and a gallop turned into a run.
Snow and mud flew up as the hooves of the horse hit the ground. The man, who had not washed in days, had a dirty face and equally dirty hands.
But this did not stop him from his mission. Miles continued to fall as the man continued ever onwards.
Meanwhile, Elanor Gamgee had woken up earlier then normal. But this was without purpose. She smiled as she picked up a book. It had been given to her to her by her father.
But the blank pages had not been left blank. Instead, words had been written on them. Elanor has started her own small story, a story that she had made up all by herself.
The young girl smiled as she sat on the edge of her bed, reading what she had already done. A single candle flickered in her room. The heath that had once been flickering with a healthy glow, was now but red and white embers, struggling to keep throwing out is light and warmth.
But, the light coming through from the small window, over her bed, was enough to what to write and what she was writing.
So, placing the book on her lap, she unscrewed the top that sealed the ink inside and placed it on the side. The quill was then picked up. Elanor seemed to know exactly what to write as she scanned over the last few sentences.
Elsewhere in the household, other hobbits were waking. Rosie Gamgee thought that she was the first to rise, not knowing that her oldest child had already risen from her sleep.
Little Pippin Gamgee, the youngest, was taken out of his cot.
"Shh, shh" she said, hearing his little whimpers as he was taken from his warm cot.
Rosie smiled as she quietly opened the door. She suddenly felt how warm the room that she had left had been. There was a noticeable difference in temperature as she walked to the kitchen. The kitchen was quiet, save for the ticking on the clock on the wall.
Rosie smiled as she carefully lit the candles. She was very good at lighting candles and making sure her child was safe at the same time.
A few minutes past before all candles were lit. Rosie now needed to stock the fire up to a healthy glow. But this would take a long time. So, little Pippin was now ready to be fed as a bowl of food was brought out of cool cellar.
The temperature in the kitchen slowly rose as Rosie placed the bowl down. Pippin had fallen back to sleep again, having snuggled up on his mothers shoulder for too long.
Rosie opened the draw and brought out a little spoon. She smiled as she looked down at her little sleeping son.
"Wakey wakey, sleepy head" she said, waking her youngest son.
Pippin woke up and instantly rubbing his eyes.
"Sleepy" he said.
It was one of the few words that this two year old knew.
"I know, sweetie" Rosie said a she sat him down in his wooden highchair.
Pippin gave a large yawn, showing of his small white teeth. Rosie smiled as she picked the bowl up and started to feed her son.
Elanor yawned as she continued to write. She had heard her mother get up. But the young girl did not go to see her. Elanor was busy writing the last few sentences of her story.
Elanor smiled as she wrote the last few words. For now, that was all that she would do. Elanor yawned as she screwed on the top of the ink pot on.
The young girl retired back to bed. The warm duvet was drawn over her as she slowly fell back to sleep. But the young girl did not sleep for long.
Samwise had came into her room to wake her up. But, before he did, Elanor's little book caught his eye. So, being a hobbit of a curious nature, Samwise picked it up. He slowly and quietly opened it. many sentences and words were seen on the first page.
Sam emerged himself in his daughter's book. he could see, in his mind, the adventure that Elanor had made up. The next second, Samwise quickly closed the book and put it back. For Elanor had just woken up.
Out of the corner of her eye, she could see her book in her father's hand.
"Daddy?" she asked, tiredness clinging to her voice.
Samwise smiled.
"It's time to get up, sweetie" he said.
Elanor smiled, giving a little yawn. Samwise turned and walked out of the room again. Next room he went into was he oldest son's room.
Frodo Gamgee had had a very uncomfortable night of sleep. For some reason, unknown to him, he just could not sleep. Sleep did not come to him that night until the very early hours of the morning.
Frodo felt like he had just fallen asleep when his father opened the door. The young boy did not have to be told to get up as he opened his eyes.
"Breakfast is ready soon" he said.
There were no answer. Sam took a deep breath as he walked out. There were a lot of questions circling Sam's head.
The sound of children, rising after a very warm and fulfilling nights sleep echoed down the hall way.
"How can they have so much energy?" he thought as he made his way to the kitchen.
Rosie smiled as she brought out pots and pans. Rosie's morning was about to get a lot more hectic as more of her children rose. But there was one little child that had not risen from his bed.
Frodo did not want to see anyone in his family today. Even though he was grounded, he planned to sneak out into the snowy world.
Rosie yawned as she stood at the sink. A few seconds later, the tap was turned off. Water had filled nearly all the way up to the top. But the pan was not filled all the way to the top.
Rosie walked back to the work top and placed the metal on the surface. She smiled as she placed a few eggs into pan. A few, to hobbits, was more then ten and less then twenty.
The pan was now very heavy as Rosie walked the short distance to the stove. There, the cold pan was placed on a hot hob. Slowly, the pan started to warm up.
This gave Rosie time to prepare other parts of breakfast. Sausages needed to be cooked along with mushrooms, bacon, more eggs, this time fried and crispy chips.
Smells started to radiate off of the food as they cooked or fried. Plates and bowls were dotted all along the worktop. Each had their own specific purpose.
It took another forty five minutes to get breakfast ready. But that time, all of the children were now seated at the table, ready to eat. All apart from one.
Frodo had refused to eat with his family. But it was not the first time this had happened. Rosie took a deep breath as she filled up a plate. But this was not for her. this was for Frodo.
Rosie hated to see her children hungry and she would do anything and everything in her power to see that they were fed and watered. Even if it meant that she would not get to eat, at least she would know that they were not hungry.
"Alright everyone, eat up" she said.
Samwise seemed to know exactly what she was doing. But he could stop her. For all hobbits in Middle-earth were welcome in this house hold.
Meanwhile, on a very cold, abandoned outpost, a small puppy had woken up. Origo gave a small yawn as he stood, shivering, waiting for some turkey.
Ivy smiled as she fluttered away. This confused him for a few seconds. Mya saw the confusion in the little puppies eyes. It was then that a plate of turkey magically appeared in her bag.
Ivy took a deep breath as she fluttered off again. Origo whimpered.
"I thought I saw a mouse" Ivy lied to him.
"I like chasing them" she answered.
But Ivy was interrupted by Mya.
"Puppy?" she asked, gently scooping him up.
Origo whimpered. He could already smell the fresh turkey, seeping through the bag.
"What is it?" she asked.
Origo whimpered, getting very excited and wriggly. Mya could barely hold onto him. She smiled as she opened her pack. She noticed that Origo wriggled even more as the bag was opened.
"There you go" Mya said, placing the puppy on the floor.
Even before she could placed the plate down, Origo started to eat. Mya carefully took her hand away, for she had seen Origo eat many times before.
Ivy smiled as she fluttered over to the human girl. Mya was the only girl in the whole of Middle-earth that could see the fairy.
"We need to get going soon" Ivy said, fluttered her wings quicker then any animal could see.
Origo was too busy eating to realise that Ivy and Mya were talking to each other.
"We still have along way to go" Mya whispered.
She looked out on a cold, white land. Small specks quickly moved across the horizon. They were birds, crows and pigeons, fluttering across the land.
There were also birds fluttering around Weathertop. They were attracted to the outpost due to shelter and, in the summer, a wide array of berries.
The little birds that fluttered around were just stopping for a little rest. Ivy smiled as she looked around. A very curious robin was voicing his opinions on the puppy.
"The breast will take over the world if he eats like that" the robin said to himself.
Ivy giggled, making Mya very curious.
"What's so funny?" she asked.
Origo was close to finishing his turkey.
"That robin" Ivy said, looking over at his direction.
"Said that Origo would take over the world if he kept on eating"
Just then, Origo finished up his plate of turkey. His small tongue started to lick the plate. For this little puppy was very hungry. Even the smell and taste of turkey was enough to set him off into a feeding frenzy.
But his frenzy had now come to a slow stop as he looked around. Hunger was no longer present.
"You can understand what their saying?" asked Mya.
Origo's little eyes blinked twice. He slowly looked around. Without knowing it, Ivy and Mya were being watched.
"Of course" Ivy said, fluttering just a few inches from her face.
"I can understand…"
But Ivy suddenly stopped. She had spotted that Origo had finished had finished his turkey. Ivy felt worry rise in her.
"How much had he heard?" she asked herself.
Mya was looking at the puppy too. Luckily, she acted quickly.
"You finished boy?" she asked.
But Origo did not answer. He just blinked, his little puppy eyes darting between the fairy and the girl. there was a moment of silence before Ivy thought about a distraction.
She fluttered away, over the ground below. The small ledge that they were on had a sheer drop to the snowy ground. Mya slowly stood up, having only a few feet to work with.
She left the plate on the floor and got out her loaf of bread. Ivy fluttered and fluttered as high as she could. The distance that she could see was getting longer and longer. Clouds could be seen a few miles away.
Ivy had never fluttered this high before. She could see the full scale of the land below. The hills around seemed to snake off into the north. The peaks were capped with untouched snow.
Ivy looked up. There was nothing to block her from going any higher.
"Maybe just a little more" she told herself.
Meanwhile, on the ground, Origo and Mya were getting ready to go. Mya noticed that the pup was coming dangerously close to the edge as he searched for Ivy.
"Come here, puppy" Mya said, scooping him up.
Origo gave a small whimper.
"We have to get going" she said, kissing him on his fluffy head.
Mya picked up her pack and put it on her back. it took a few seconds to feed her arms through both straps. Origo rested his head on his paws.
"Ready?" Mya asked.
Origo gave a small whine. Mya smiled. She knew exactly what Origo was saying. So, carefully, Mya started to walk through a small gap in the rock.
There, the two of them were back in the crumbling stone courtyard. Mya could her own footprints from the night before. She took a deep breath as she walked over to a large, spiralling flight of stairs that led down to the bottom of Weathertop.
Ivy smiled as she fluttered. The wind was much stronger up here. It was much colder too. The small fairy could hear no sounds other wind.
"I best get back" she thought, looking down.
A single figure was now walking across the land. A smaller black dot was held in this figures arms. It was then, as Ivy fluttered downwards, that she had an idea.
A smile came over her as her wings stopped. Gravity was now in control as she started to plummet to earth. Her hair flapped in the wind as she rolled over. She laughed as rolled over.
The ground came upon her quite quickly. It was then that she had a very dangerous idea. One that could kill her. She smiled as she continued to fall. Only one hundred meters separated her from the cold ground.
Usually, Ivy would have just fluttered down. But today, she fancied something different. The meters fell as the fairy did. Fifty had already gone.
Origo, who was resting his head on Mya's shoulder, looked up. he could see Ivy falling to earth. A small whimper came from him as Mya blocked his view.
"Oh, puppy!" Mya said playfully.
Origo's paw tickled Mya's skin as he tried to get a better view of the falling fairy. Ivy was now just twenty meters from hitting the ground. It was then that she opened her wings.
She started to flutter them as quickly as she could. But it was not enough. She had started too late. Ivy knew that she had left it too late as she hit the floor.
Origo whimpered, struggling in Mya's arms again.
"Puppy, what is it?" she asked.
She could no longer hold the pup. So, she set him down. Origo instantly started to run to Ivy. Mya turned around. She knew exactly what was happening.
Origo arrived by Ivy a few seconds later.
"Ivy?" he whimpered, standing there.
There was concern in his little eyes and within his whimper. Ivy groaned, feeling Origo big cold nose touch her.
"Puppy?" she asked, looking up.
There was no sign that Ivy had even touched the floor. All that could be seen were the small paw prints of the puppy standing near by.
"Ori, I'll be alright" Ivy told him, sitting up.
Ivy took a deep breath and held her head. The impact had taken its toll on the little fairy. Mya walked over to the pup. She knew exactly what had happened. But, then again, she had to act like she did not know.
"Puppy, there's nothing there, we have to move" Mya said, picking him up again.
Origo whimpered as he was taken away from his fairy friend. Mya took a deep breath as she placed Origo onto her shoulder.
Ivy took a deep breath and got to her little feet.
"Well" she thought.
"I wont be doing that again" she said, straightening out her pretty green dress.
Ivy fluttered her wings, making sure they were all in working order. When she knew that she had not been hurt, she took off.
Ivy could flutter faster then Mya could walk. Origo's little tail started to wag as he saw the fairy flutter towards him. Mya smiled as she walked away from Weathertop, towards the road again.
The hills were steep and icy. Mya found it hard to follow the path that she had taken to get there. For her foot prints trailed off in the opposite way.
After what felt like hours, the ground started to level out. Ivy had been sitting on Mya's shoulder since she had started out on the descent.
"There's the road, pup" Mya said, stroking his little fluffy ears.
Origo's head turned. He, unlike Mya and Ivy, could not make it out. He shook his fluffy head and then went back to resting it on his fluffy paws.
Frodo Gamgee took a deep breath as he sat on his bed. He could hear no sounds apart from . Sam had taken Elanor, Rose and Merry outside in the snow. Pippin and Frodo were left in the house, along with Rosie.
Rosie took a deep breath as she sat in the lounge by herself. A large mug of tea was standing on the table in front of her. Her eyes scanned a book that held in her hand.
This was a rare treat for Rosie. The book she held had never been totally read. As her family grew, her time to relax shrank.
But her relaxation would soon be shattered as a door opened. Rosie tarred her eyes away from the book. There was only one other person in the house that it could be.
Frodo was coming.
Frodo took a deep breath as he walked into the kitchen, expecting his mother to be there. But she wasn't.
"Where is she?" he asked.
As he checked every room, a small part of him started to think that she had gone out with the others. But he would soon find out he was wrong.
Rosie looked up as the door clicked. Frodo popped his head around the door and saw the figure of her mother sitting there.
"Mummy?" Frodo asked.
Rosie noticed that he was not himself. He sounded more drawn back then usual.
"Yes?" Rosie asked, knowing that Frodo wanted to talk.
Frodo took a deep breath as he came into the room and closed the door. Rosie closed the book and placed it down on the table. Frodo hung his head as he stood there.
"I'm…" he said, struggling to say what he wanted.
Rosie shook her head.
"Come here" she said, begging him forward.
Frodo slowly walked to the couch and sat on it. Rosie hugged her son as he cuddled up with her.
"I'm sorry" Frodo finally said.
Once again, tears started to roll down his face. Rosie knew that Frodo understood what he had done wrong. But his apologies were to the wrong person.
"Frodo, I want you to apologize to you sister" she told him.
But Frodo did not want to.
"But, I didn't do anything to her!" Frodo said, breaking from the hug.
Rosie took a deep breath. All she wanted was for Frodo to say he was sorry and for why.
"Frodo, you can not act like this anymore. You need to start growing up. I thought you liked having brothers and sisters to play with" Rosie told him.
Frodo's eyes darted around for a second.
"But, I do. I do like them. It's just…"
Frodo stopped again, trying to find the words.
"It's just, I don't think she likes me anymore" he said.
It was then that Rosie knew what was going on in her son's head. It all clicked somehow. She knew exactly how to fix this.
"Well, why don't you talk to her, like we're talking right now?" she asked.
But this did not seem a good idea for the little boy.
"But, she wont listen to me" Frodo told his mother.
It was true. Elanor had had enough of Frodo. She would rather keep away from him now, due to all of the bullying that he had put her through.
But things were about to change.
"What if we make some muffins together?" Rosie asked.
"Just you, me and Elanor" she explained.
Frodo took a deep breath. He thought that his sister would never like him as much as she should.
"Just us three?" Frodo asked.
Rosie smiled and nodded.
"Just us three" she repeated.
Little Elanor Gamgee was in a nice warm room. her book lay on her lap.
"What'll happen next?" she asked another hobbit sitting by her.
Gloria thought for a moment.
"Well, we could have elves to help us" she suggested.
The girl's imagination seemed to fuel each others and Elanor wrote. True, her words could have sounded a bit better. For she was not on the same level of writing as her mother and father were.
The more Elanor would write now, the quicker she would become as good as her parents. Gloria, on the other hand, could not write. She could read, but had never been taught to write.
Gloria's life had been very strange. Her mother and father were old. Both had greying hair and wrinkles deep. For her parents had a deep secret that they did want her to know about.
Gloria was happy where she was. She was happy not knowing about her past and what happened to her real family.
Elanor took a deep breath. All this writing was making her hungry.
"I want to go home" Elanor said, yawning.
Lunch time was just an hour away now. The smell of cooking travelled throughout Gloria's house. This fuelled Elanor to go home.
The young girl smiled as she closed the book.
"Will you be out after lunch?" Gloria asked.
Elanor nodded.
"Of course" she answered.
Elanor picked up her quill and tapped the excess ink back into the pot. The lid was then screwed back on. Elanor made sure that it would not fall off during the journey home.
Elanor and Gloria made their way out of the room. Gloria's father smiled as he walked towards the kitchen. Gloria's room was the closed bedroom to it.
"You going home now, Elanor?" he asked.
Elanor smiled and nodded.
"Yes, I am" she answered.
The two the girls then continued on their way down the corridor.
"Could you hold these, please?" Elanor asked her friend.
Gloria nodded and took the three items. A few seconds later, Elanor started to button up her coat. Gloria handed the book, quill and ink pot back to Elanor.
"I'll see you later" Elanor said as Gloria opened the door.
The warmth was replaced by a sharp coldness. This was the part of going home Elanor hated.
"Bye" said Gloria.
Elanor looked back and smiled as she opened the gate. It took Elanor a few minutes to walk home, having to scale an icy hill.
Inside her home, Rosie was preparing a very large, filling lunch. Samwise, Rose and Merry had all come back in high sprits. For today was very strange for the whole family.
Samwise had hardly spent time with Merry and Rose. He had learnt more about them in the few hours outside then he had ever done.
Rosie had also found out more about her oldest son. She had found out why Frodo was being mean and hurtful towards his older sister.
Now that it was all out in the open, Rosie could work on both of them. Lunch would be the same as usual. A large roast lunch, just like the many days before.
Frodo had now retreated back to his room. his sprits had been lifted, just a tad, by talking to his mother. He could hear his younger brothers and sisters playing around the house.
Elanor was in her room, just down the corridor. She was doing a very different thing. The book that she had been writing was now on her lap. A quill was held in her hand. Word after word was written down.
The story she was writing was now in full swing. Everything seemed clear to the girl as she wrote. She continued to write right up until lunch was ready.
A knock at her bedroom door finally distracted her from her story. She smiled as the door opened.
"Elanor, lunch is ready" said Rosie.
Elanor nodded and placed the quill down. The book was then set down on her pillow. The two covers kept her story a secret.
It was then, when she was walking to the kitchen, hunger started to made itself known. Lunch couldn't have come any sooner as she took her place. Once again, Frodo had not come for lunch. He was still in his room, thinking things over.
Rosie was standing up, a plate in one hand and a spoon in the other. This plate was for Frodo. For she knew that he would not going to be seated at the table for lunch.
At the same time, Origo and Mya were near to stopping. Origo had fallen asleep just a few minutes after they had set off.
"I wish I could sleep like he does" Mya said.
Ivy was sitting on her shoulder. Origo was still snuggled up in a nice, warm blanket. Ivy smiled as she sat there.
"So would I, but I really don't need it" Ivy explained.
Mya looked down at her shoulder.
"Don't need it?" she asked, wondering what this meant.
"Uh huh" Ivy said.
"It's to pass the time really"
Mya was getting to know Ivy better and better as they walked. Mya loved having someone to talk to, even though she was not meant to talk to her or even know of her existence.
"So, how long have you known Origo?" Ivy asked.
Mya took a deep breath looking down at the small pup. There was a lot of history between them. the happenings of the past forty or so days was the tip of the iceberg.
"Years" Mya told her.
"Many years"
Ivy was intrigued. The more she found out about them, the more she wanted to know.
"How many?" she asked.
Mya did not know how many years. All she knew was that it had been a very long time.
"Thousands" she answered.
"Thousands of years"
Ivy was starting to understand that there was more to Origo and Mya then she first thought. Mya took a deep breath as she started to think about Pimpernel. It must of shown judging by Ivy's next question.
"You miss her, don't you?" she answered.
Mya gave a small smile.
"Of course" she answered.
It was time to tell a secret that had been hidden for longer then Mya could keep.
"Me and Origo" she started, looking down at the snoozing pup.
"We're the last two of our kind in Middle-earth"
As Ivy's appetite for more was fed, the more it needed feeding.
"The last two?" she asked, knowing exactly how that felt.
For Ivy was the last fairy in Middle-earth. Or that's what she thought.
"Just me and Origo" Mya told her.
"What happened to the rest of your species?" Ivy asked.
Mya smiled, knowing she would one day see her friends again.
"Many ages ago, our master created us. He created us for one purpose and one purpose only"
There was a slight pause.
"To protect who we though needed protecting"
Ivy was now very into the story that was being told. She needed to know more.
"And then what?" she asked.
The snow crunched under Mya's feet as she walked along the deserted road. Trees were dotted around in clumps or by themselves. The world was a mixture of white, grey and black.
"Our souls and the souls of our chosen being seemed to come one. My soul now belongs to Pimpernel and Origo's to Diamond. This is why they feel so lost without us" Mya explained.
Mya could see Pimpernel. She missed her dearly. Although many miles away from her Pimpernel, Mya could sense what Nelly was feeling.
For a few days now, Mya had been in a good mood. But it had been just a few hours before when her mood had changed. She did not know why, but she felt upset.
Pimpernel took a deep breath as she drowned her sorrows in ale. She had had many pints. Hamson was too busy to notice her deterioration when he should have done.
For the last three meals, she had not been present. Hamson's aunt and Anson both noticed the lack of Pimpernel around the table.
Something had to be done.
"Hamson?" a voice asked as he walked out after a large lunch.
He looked around to see his aunt still sitting at the table.
"Yes?" he asked, wondering what she wanted.
"Come and sit down for a minute, I need to talk"
Hamson found this very strange. so, he slowly walked back to his seat and pulled it out.
"What about?" he asked, sitting on the chair.
The woman took a deep breath and looked at a spot on the table before her.
"Pimpernel" she answered.
Hamson took a deep breath. He knew that this talk would come sooner or later.
"Hamson, she needs you more then you know" the woman said.
Pimpernel took a deep breath as she stood behind the kitchen door. She was listening to every word that they said. Neither of them knew she was there.
"I know she does, but I'm very busy at the moment" he said.
Pimpernel could see the figure of Hamson facing away from her. she wanted to see what his reaction was and if it was genuine.
"If you just spent a bit of time with her, maybe she'll feel a bit better"
But Hamson seemed not to take the hint.
"But, I have to get this rope done" he said.
Pimpernel started to get angry as she stood there.
"All he can think about if his job and not me!" she whispered angrily to herself.
"Hamson, do you know how Pimpernel is feeling right now?" asked the woman.
Hamson took a deep breath and looked down. He didn't have time to think what Pimpernel was feeling, until now. Guilt started to well up inside him. She had been pushed aside.
He could see it now.
"What should I do?" he asked, hoping for an answer.
In Hobbiton, Elanor was on her way to her friend's home. Gloria and Elanor had agreed that they would meet after lunch. Elanor's book had been left at home. She wanted to build snow hobbits and play with her friends for a while.
Elanor smiled as she reached the gate of her friends home. With a small click, it opened and she walked through. A few seconds later, she knocked on the door.
Inside, Gloria smiled as she heard the knocks echo down the hall way. She rushed out of her room, but was stopped by her father.
"Wait here, lass" he said.
Gloria smiled and watched her father go to the door. A few seconds after the door had opened, Gloria could feel the coldness from outside flooding in.
"Of course" said Gloria's father.
"Gloria, Elanor is here" her father told her.
Elanor crossed the threshold. The door was closed, keeping the cold at bay once more. A few moments later, Gloria walked up to her.
"Ready?" Elanor asked, not taking her coat off.
Gloria smiled, nodded and took her coat off of the hook. The young girl buttoned up all of the buttons. The two girls were ready to go out in the snow and play.
Origo had now woken up and was very hungry. But he was not the only one. Mya had missed lunch and was now planning on stopping. Ivy had slid into one of Mya's pockets. The small fairy could hear Origo whimper.
"Did you have a good sleep?" Mya asked, kissing the sleepy pup on his warm, fluffy face.
Origo gave a small whimper and stretched. Ivy knew that she was soon needed. Not only for Origo, but for Mya as well.
Ivy stood up in the pocket. She had been sitting down, waiting for her little Origo to wake up. now that he had, she could go and see if he was alright.
So, fluttering out of the pocket, Ivy was met with the sight of a darkening day. The sun was now sinking towards the western horizon, like it did every day.
Clouds had now gathered overhead, blocking out what little light that the sun gave off this time of year. The sun's heat seemed to be non-existent as the coldness grew.
Mya noticed that there were no tracks where she was walking. There was no evidence of any other beings travelling the same way as her.