Only a few different tracks could be seen. These were made by wild animals such as deer, rabbits and wolves. As Mya looked at the tracks, wondering where the creature came from and where it was heading, Origo gave a small whimper. It was enough to distract Mya from her imagination.
"Oh, I know your hungry" she said, shifting him up a little bit.
Origo was still wrapped in his warm blanket. Mya had found out that if she tried to take the blanket off, then Origo would not like it. The pup would growl if she tried to take it off of him.
What felt like an hour past before Mya decided to stop. It couldn't have come sooner enough for the pup.
"Right" Mya said, coming to a stop.
The girl had stopped in what she thought was a suitable place. Mya could see that there was no one coming down the road in either direction.
Ivy was now fluttering around. She smiled as she watched Origo get taken out of his warm blanket. Origo whimpered as he stood on the cold ground.
"Puppy, don't whimper like that" Mya said as she took her pack off.
She could read Origo's whimpers like a book. His little puppy eyes helped too.
"Come on, lets get some turkey" Mya said, finding a small snowless bit on the ground.
Mya crossed her legs. Origo continued to whimper as he hung his head. He was very cold and hungry. Ivy, like breakfast, produced a very large plate of warm turkey.
Origo's sprits lifted a little as Mya took out a plate of turkey from her bag. Mya found it funny that the pup did not notice that her bag did not have enough space to keep that much turkey each day.
Mya plate the plate down and watched Origo start to eat. As she watched, her mind wondered. It wondered so far that she was not even the same age that they were now.
Colour had been replaced by blackness. Peace changed into hatred. Forests turned into wastelands and the air became toxic.
The war of the ring was in full swing. Saruman had been defeated, but Sauron was only growing stronger. Mordor was home to hundreds of thousands of bloodthirsty orcs.
Mya was in a very dark cell, lit by a dying torch. The cell was cold as Mya sat there. She couldn't move, having her hands tied to cold shackles. Her feet were also bound with metal shackles.
The girl could hear echoes coming from the corridor. There were screams and shrieks. Mya had been here long enough to know that it was normal. A few times, she had been woken up by a passing creature, screaming its head off.
Mya had cuts and bruises all over her body, especially around her wrists and ankles. Every time she moved, the cuts would bleed, sending small lines of red down her arms.
A growl came from the door. The little light that was radiation off of the torches reflected on an orc. A clash of keys filled the cell. The cell door burst open like a clap of thunder.
Mya's heart rate rose as the large, war hardened orc walked towards her. the light that had once struggled to fill the small cell was now all but blocked out.
Mya's shackles were unbuckled. A few seconds after her feet had been freed, a large hand heaved her onto her feet. For a moment, the girl thought that her legs would buckle under the heavy hand of the beast that stood there. But they held strong.
Without a word, Mya was pushed out of the cold room. The opposite side was no better. It was just as cold and just as dark.
The orc continued to push the girl towards another room. Mya knew exactly what was coming next. But she did not expect a familiar figure to be walking the opposite way.
"Pilith!" she said, her voice ringing out in the corridor.
Pilith was very sore. Every muscle in his body was hurting. But he had come away without spilling any of his secrets. All he could do now was put his trust in Mya.
If Mya told them what they knew, then middle-earth would fall. Pilith did not answer Mya. He did not want to risk getting hurt anymore.
Mya tried to grab his attention, but he had gone. The orc continued to push Mya all the way to the torture chamber. There, cold metal machines would be used to extract what information they had.
Many years had past since that pain. But it was still as fresh in her memory then they goings on the day before. Mya snapped out of her day dream when she felt a small tug on her dirty white dress.
She looked down to see Origo standing there. He had finished his plate of turkey now. Mya smiled as she gently picked him up. She missed playing with Origo. They had such wonderful adventures.
And it was those adventures which drove her ever onwards, towards Radagast.
"You know, you can be very cute sometimes" she said, stroking Origo's ears.
Even though the pup had no memory of his past life, Mya knew that, deep down, he could remember it. Mya was sure of it the longer he looked into his little brown eyes.
"You still cold?" she asked.
Origo shook his head. In fact, now that she mentioned it, she was not feeling the coldness much. Ivy smiled and nodded, indicating that it was her doings.
Mya took a deep breath as she opened the pack again. Ivy watched as Mya pulled out a warm loaf of fresh bread. Ivy loved seeing Mya's reaction to her magic. But Mya was getting used to the fairy as she ripped a bit of crust off and started to eat.
Mya knew that she could not stay for long. They had to put as many miles behind then as possible. The coldness only grew as Mya sat there. But she could not feel it.
"Right" Mya said, taking one last bite.
Origo had been exploring the area around him. Smells were being carried many miles by the wind. Origo could smell rabbits, mice, rats and foxes. But they were nowhere near where he was. In fact, that were deep within the clumps of forests that dotted this part of the world.
"Puppy, we have to move" she said, slowly getting up.
A dull pain crossed Mya's back as she stood up. This could only be due to tree trunk that she had been leaning against.
Origo whimpered as he stood before the tall girl. Mya knew exactly what this meant.
"Come on then" she said, wrapping her hands around the pup and lifting him up.
Origo gave a small whimper as he was placed on her shoulder. What Origo did next was very surprising for Mya. His small tongue came out and licked her. Mya's smile widened. But then there was also guilt in her.
Origo hated Abira, but he did not know that he was in the care of that exact puppy. A few times, Mya just wanted to change into her puppy form. But she knew that she would get the same reaction.
This was another reason why she wanted to go to Radagast.
"Love you too, pup" she said, kissing his head.
Hamson took a deep breath as he sat on a chair around the. Pimpernel was sitting opposite him. Her eyes were red where she had been crying for most of the day.
"I cant, Pimpernel" he explained.
Tears were running down her face. Now that she had heard it from Hamson, she couldn't bare being here ant more.
"I have a job now, I'm happy where I am" he said.
Pimpernel felt sick as she sat there. Her eyes flashed hatred and regret. Hamson was meant to protect and love her. but instead, he was saying all of the things she had dreaded to hear since she met him.
"But, you were happy in Hobbiton, with me!" she argued.
Hamson took a deep breath. His mind and heart had changed. He needed a new life, away from Hobbiton.
"Pimpernel, times have changed, you have to move on" Hamson told her.
But to Pimpernel, it was not that easy. Her heart belonged to him. But he had now rejected it.
"Move on?" she asked, her heart rate rising along with the anger.
"How can I move on when I still love you?" she asked.
Hamson took a deep breath and looked down. It seemed that, ever since the fire, his love for Pimpernel had dwindled. He finally realised this when he saw Pimpernel in his uncles home.
"Pimpernel, I'm going to be honest with you…"
"Don't" said Pimpernel, knowing what was to come.
There was a few moments of silence between them before Pimpernel spoke.
"I already know what you are going to say" she told him.
"And that is why I'm leaving" she said, standing up.
She had barely been here two days and already, she was leaving.
"Leaving?" Hamson asked.
Pimpernel didn't say a word as she stood there. Her eyes said it as Hamson caught a glimpse of them. The next second, Pimpernel turned and walked out. Hamson was left to wallow in his pity.
"Maybe I should try and change her mind" he thought.
Pimpernel stormed into her room. Her clothes, which had been hanging in the wardrobe, were now thrown onto the bed. Her bag was then thrown on the bed as well.
Within minutes, all of her belongings were packed into the pack. She did it up by tying up a few pieces of string. Pimpernel took a deep breath as she stood at the bed.
Just then, the door behind her opened. Hamson's aunt stood there.
"Pimpernel, I'm sorry" she said.
Tears were still running down Pimpernels face. She wiped them away as she turned around.
"I'm leaving" she told the woman.
Pimpernel cold not bare to be where she was not loved.
"Leaving?" the woman asked.
"But, it's freezing out there, you'll catch a cold" she told her.
Pimpernel gave her a look which summed up how much she wanted to get away.
"I wish you would stay" the woman told her.
But deep down, she knew that she could not make Pimpernel stay.
"If you wait for a few minutes, I can get you some food ready" she told her.
Pimpernel took a deep breath.
"No, I'll be alright" she answered.
Pimpernel had no food what so ever. And that's how she would like it to stay.
"Pimpernel, you can not survive in this coldness without food or water" the woman explained.
This was what Pimpernel wanted.
Why should she care if no one cared about her?
Nelly placed her pack on and got the straps in a comfortable position. She gave a sad smile.
"Thank you" she said, hugging the woman.
"It was my pleasure, dear" she said.
Pimpernel took a deep breath and turned around. Her feet slapped on the tiled floor as she walked out. She looked left, back down the hall way. But there was no sign of Hamson.
Hamson was still sitting in the kitchen. He could hear the front door open. A few seconds later, it closed. He knew that he had missed his chance to say goodbye to her.
About a minute later, his auntie walked in.
"You're a very mean" she told him.
Hamson took a deep breath.
"Pimpernel has left. She's left without any food or water" she explained.
This was very worrying news for Hamson. He took a deep breath and rose from his seat.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
But she never received the answer. Hamson rushed down to the front door. He quickly put his coat on and did the buttons up.
The door opened, with a click, to the cold outside world. Hamson took a deep breath as he stepped out onto the snow. Hamson could barely make out Pimpernel's foot steps. Not only because it was dark, but because the snow was not soft any more.
He took a deep breath before he set off into the darkness. It was now all about catching Pimpernel up. it was not in Hamson's nature to let someone get hurt. Even though Pimpernel was hurt beyond what he knew.
Tears were running down her face as she walked through the darkness. She could hear nothing but the wind rushing over her ears.
Pimpernel walked aimlessly. She was putting more and more distance between Hamson and herself. Or that was what she thought. Just half a mile back down the path, Hamson was coming after her.
"Pimpernel?" he shouted, straining to see in the growing darkness.
But there was no sight of her. Not even foot prints. But this did not stop Hamson from venturing ever further away from the warmth of his uncles home.
The distance between the two hobbit lessened with every passing minute. Pimpernel took a deep breath as she looked back, hoping to see Hamson there, coming after her.
For that it what she truly wanted. But she could not see it happen. So, Pimpernel continued on walking. The coldness was not getting to her much anymore. But she noticed that her fingers had become very stiff. She looked down at them. A dull pain ran through her fingers as she tried to move them.
"You could always turn back" said a voice in her head.
But this was not a very welcoming idea.
"I cant" she told the small voice.
The snow was slippery as she walked. It threatened to knock her off of her feet a few times. But Pimpernel managed to save herself from falling just in time.
Time wore on as Hamson continued to walk.
"Pimpernel?" he shouted.
Like before, all that came back was his echo. He took a deep breath. The coldness seemed to battle the warmth that was hiding in his coat. His feet were unusually cold.
The bottom of his trousers took on a darker colour as more and more water got soaked into them. The curly hair on his feet held blades of grass picked up by his feet. Some of the blades of grass also stuck to his legs.
Meanwhile, in Hobbiton, Pearl was having another quiet dinner. But she was no alone. Pervinca was also with her. The reason that it was so quiet was because they had a banquet of food before them.
Roasted potatoes, honeyed parsnips, crispy chips, slices of the best chicken had been prepared for the meal. The lack of Pimpernel was screaming around the room. Her chair stood empty, almost as a reminder that she wasn't there.
Pervinca smiled as she put her fork down. A silver knife was held in her left hand as a mug was picked up with the opposite. The mug was full of golden ale, fresh out of the barrel.
Pearl took a deep breath as she ate the chicken. It was one of the last bits of her dinner that she would eat. The chicken was brushed around the plate, picking up the remaining puddles of gravy.
But Pearl was not finished yet. In fact, she was only on her first helping. Her plate started to fill with food again. Parsnips, potatoes, stuffing, chips, rasher of bacon, peas, beans and eggs. By the end of the second load of food, there was hardly any space was left for anything else.
It was the same as this in many households around Hobbiton. Diamond Took was having an exceptional dinner. One that she had not had in a very long time.
Time had been very tight for Diamond. Her son had been the focus of her life. Food would be eaten when ever she got the chance. But, now that Pippin had been invited around for dinner again, she could prepare a meal better then any she had had since Pippin had left.
Pippin was sitting in the lounge. His son, now sleeping, was held in his arms. Diamond was now in the last stages of preparing dinner. It was unusual to have dinner this late. But neither of them minded.
Bowls had lined the work top. Diamond held a very hot trey. The parsnips sizzled as they were scooped into the bowl. Potatoes were taken out of the oven.
A few minutes later, the bowls were placed on the table. Diamond placed the last bowl on the table. Now, only the knives, forks, spoons and drinks were left to get out.
Afterwards, Diamond could now get Pippin. She walked out of the warm, lovely smelling kitchen and down towards the lounge.
Diamond smiled as she saw Pippin holding onto the little bundle of Faramir.
"Dinner is ready" she whispered.
Pippin smiled as his son was taken from him. Diamond took a deep breath as she watched Pippin stand up. He was much taller then she was. It was common for the male hobbits to be taller then their female counterparts. But, in Pippin's case, he was taller then nearly all of the hobbits in Hobbiton. Except Merry Brandybuck. The reason why they were so tall was due water.
But not normal water, this was water from a spring that erupted deep in the heart of Fangorn forest. The water was used by Ents when they needed it.
But the water had a special property which normal water did not have. This water gave life to trees. Trees that would have once been stationary could now walk, talk and think.
Pippin loved to drink that water, one last time. But he knew that he would never see Treebeard again. At least, not in his life time.
Pippin walked into the kitchen alone, Diamond had gone to her room to place her son down in his cot. A minute or two later, she returned back to the kitchen.
Pippin had thought ahead and filled two large mugs with ale.
"Well" she said, sitting down.
"Tuck in" she told him.
At that, both of them started to fill there plates. As they started, Pearl and Pervinca had finished theirs. The two girls sat there, too tired to move.
"Well, that was a lovely meal" Pervinca said.
Pearl agreed. Neither of them could be bothered with eating anything more. But, the fact that there was a pudding to be had drove them on.
"I guess I have a little more" Pervinca said.
Pearl smiled. She too felt like her corners had not been properly looked after. So, she slowly rose from her seat. She took out two clean plates and placed them on the work top. A draw was opened and a knife taken from its resting place.
"How big do you want it?" Pearl asked, looking around.
Pervinca took a deep breath.
"Not too big" was all that she could say.
Her eyes were getting heavier by the second. A minute later, two pieces of cake had been cut. By hobbit standards, they were quite small. But if a human saw the pieces sitting on the plates, they would be amazed.
"Thank you, dear" Vinnie said as she picked up her spoon.
The two girls fell back into silence as they ate. The piece of cake on their plates slowly disappeared as they ate. Within a few minutes, all of it was gone. Even the crumbs were scooped up.
"Well, may I sat that was a lovely cake, Vinnie" Pearl said.
Vinnie smiled as she picked up her mug of ale. She took a deep gulp. The ale seemed to create more space in her stomach. Her mind was now troubled. Not about Pimpernel, but about having more cake.
"Are you alright?" Pearl asked.
Pervinca took a deep breath.
"Yes, I'm just wondering if I should have more cake"
Pearl was thinking the exact same thing. Now that she had had a drink, she did feel like she could consume one more piece of delicious chocolate cake.
So, agreeing to have just one more, Pearl rose from her seat again. She put two more slices and placed them on the same plates.
"Thank you" Vinnie said, picking up her spoon again.
Hamson had finally caught up with Pimpernel. But not entirely. Hamson was slowly following her. He struggled to watch her through the darkness.
"Should I go after her?" he asked, watching from behind a tree.
There were a lot of paths to take, but only one was correct and would get Pimpernel to come back. Hamson had to choose his words carefully.
So, building up his courage, he started to walk quickly after her. Pimpernel's tears had stopped. She was now focused on getting home as soon as possible. She would walk all night if she had to.
"Pimpernel?" asked a voice in the darkness.
Pimpernel stopped in her tracks. She knew that it was Hamson. But she did not turn around. The crunching sound stopped as she did. She did not want to look back. She couldn't look back at him. She did not know what to do.
To walk away would be best. But deep down, she still loved him.
"Pimpernel?" the voice asked again.
This time, it was much closer. Hamson waited for Pimpernel to turn around. As she did, the little light that was left glinted off of two trailed of water running down each rosy cheek.
Pimpernel gave Hamson a look that summed up the whole of her feelings towards him. Without words, the two of them stood there.
"Pimpernel, I'm…" but Hamson's words did not make it out.
There were thousands of things to apologize for. Hamson didn't know where to start.
"Leave me alone, Hamson" Pimpernel said.
But Hamson did not want to. He wanted to have her back. But he knew that he had pushed it too far this time. The bridge that Pimpernel had once built had now crumbled in a few hours. Now, what felt like a large chasm had come between them.
Pimpernel's love for Hamson had been trickling away since he had left. She had now realised that she had none left. It had all but gone. She knew that her heart had been playing tricks on her.
"Well, if he loved me, why did he leave?" she asked herself.
The two of them stood there, looking at each other.
"Nelly, I need to talk to you"
But Pimpernel had heard all that she needed to hear.
"No you don't" she said, annoyance rising in her voice.
"I've heard all I wanted to hear" she said.
Hamson took a deep breath.
"Pimpernel, place listen, you have to understand" he said.
But Nelly was not having any of it.
"I understand you perfectly. You've let me down, Hamson, you let me down"
Everything came into being for Hamson. Now that Pimpernel had said it, he knew that it was true. Nothing more could be said on this matter as they stood there.
"I'm sorry" he said.
Pimpernel took a deep breath.
"Maybe in the future, we can be friends again. for now, I just want to go back to Hobbiton" Pimpernel told him.
Hamson couldn't stop her any more. Not even his words could convince her that it was not a good idea.
"At least come back for some food" he said.
Pimpernel could do nothing but give a small laugh.
"I don't want to be anywhere near you" she said.
But Hamson could not leave her in the cold, without food. She would surely succumb to the coldness.
"It's took far back to Hobbiton without food, you'll…"
But he couldn't say it.
"I wont, I'm stronger then you think" she told him.
Hamson knew that she was stronger then he made her our to be.
"When will I see you again?" he asked, trying to build another bridge.
But it did not work.
"I don't know" Pimpernel answered, welling up again.
She needed to get away from this situation as soon as possible.
"I don't know when I'll see you"
Without warning, she turned on the spot and walked off.
Meanwhile, Pervinca was sitting on a very comfortable sofa. Her eyes were very heavy indeed. Her sister, Pearl, also sat there. The two girls had a large mug of warm tea each. Pearl took another sip. She could feel herself drifting off.
Pervinca was no more awake then she was. In fact, she had fallen asleep. The mug of tea was slowly slipping out of her grasp. A small wave spilled over the edge as she gave a small snore.
The fire continued to crackle as time wore on. Pervinca's snores grew louder and louder as she fell into a deeper sleep.
Pearl, however, was woken by these.
"Oh my" she said, looking at the time.
It was almost midnight. This had been the latest she had gone to bed.
"Vinnie?" she asked, slowly standing up.
Vinnie gave a little grunt before slowly opening her eyes. For a moment, she was disorientated. But her baring quickly came back to her.
"What time is it?" she asked, giving a large yawn.
Pearl took a deep breath.
"Nearly midnight" she answered.
Pervinca, who had completely forgotten that she was holding onto a mug full of tea, started to stretch. The tea instantly started to pour over the side of the mug and onto her lap. A little bit of it splashed onto the couch as well, soaking in almost right away.
"Oh no!" she said, stopping the mug from displacing its contents even more.
Pearl watched as Pervinca stopped the torrent of tea.
"Oh, I'm sorry" Vinnie said, standing up.
Pearl could think of nothing but more work.
"No, no, it was an accident" she said, seeing drips of tea fall to the floor.
"I can clean it up if you want" Vinnie said, trying to redeem herself.
But Pearl just smiled.
"Vinnie, it was an accident, I'll clean it up. You just get yourself home" she said.
Vinnie took a deep breath and handed the mug to her sister. The sisters made the short walk down to the front door. There, Pervinca put on her coat and did the buttons up.
"I'll see you tomorrow" she said, kissing her sister on the cheek.
"Of course" Pearl answered.
The door opened and a cold blast of air rushed in. A few seconds later, after their final farewells, the door was shut. Pearl now had a job to do. She had to get the stains out of the couch before she went to bed.
So, she walked to the kitchen. The rest of Vinnie's tea was tipped away. Hers was still cooling in the lounge. Pearl walked back down to the front door. There, a smaller door held buckets, mops and other cleaning equipment at bay.
Pearl yawned as she took a bucket out. An old cloth was taken out as well. that's all that was needed for now. The door clicked shut.
The bucket was taken to the kitchen. There, it was filled warm water. The cloth was placed into the water. Pearl heaved it out of the sink. She was too tired to do this work. All she wanted to do was curl up in bed and sleep.
But the fact that there was dirt in her house kept her from sleeping. A minute later, Pearl had reached the lounge. Grasped in her right hand was the bucket. In her left, a small box. Inside was dry soap, waiting to be used to get tea that had soaked into the couch.
The water sloshed around as the bucket was placed on the floor. The box of soap was placed on the table and opened. Inside, a very used looking soap.
Pearl picked it up and placed it in the water. Water dripped off as she started to rub it between her hands. Pearl looked down at the light brown stain and started to rub the soap on it. A soap broth started to seep into the couch. It battled the tea. The cloth was then taken out of the water. The sound of drips filled the room as Pearl squeezed the water out of it.
Pearl started to scrub the tea off. After a few seconds, she stopped. The stain was slowly, but surely, being rubbed away. But it would still take another thirty minutes before Pearl was happy with her work.
"Oh my" she said, standing up.
Her head was rushing, but it only lasted a few seconds. The cloth was placed in the bucket and the soap into its little box again.
"I'll put them away in the morning" she said, leaving the bucket and the box where they stood.
Tiredness continued to wave over her as she walked to the bathroom. She washed her face and hands before she retired to her room.
Pervinca had also retired back to her house. The walk home was very cold. The snow crunched under her feet. Small flickering spots of light could be seen in the side of hills. Vinnie felt strange as she walked to her home. The once colourful front doors were now dull.
Pervinca yawned as she reached her front door. Unlike humans, hobbits did not need locks.
"Nothing bad ever happens here" said the elders who have lived in peace nearly all of their lives.
But a few years before, there was a hiccup in proceedings. A few hobbits had been manipulated by servants of Sauron. But now, peace had been restored to the lands of the Shire.
Pervinca finally reached her home. The warmth that came next couldn't have been more welcome enough. The door closed behind her, shutting out the coldness for the night.
Her sister, Pimpernel, had been completely forgotten. The two girls would spend their nights very differently. One would spend it hungry and cold. The other would spend it tucked up in her warm bed.
Pervinca was so tired that, after taking her coat off, went straight to her room.
"It can wait 'til morning" she told herself, giving a large yawn.
Vinnie changed into night gown and got into bed. The large, soft duvet was drawn over her, keeping what coldness in the room at bay.
The gentle clicking of the clock mounted to the wall sent Pervinca into a deep sleep. She had never felt fuller or happier then she had been right now.
Pimpernel's situation was very different. There were no warm beds for miles. No heaths to keep the coldness at bay. Instead, she was out in the wild amongst skeletons of trees and a carpet of snow for her bed.
Pimpernel shivered as she sat on ground. Her eyes were not used to the level of darkness at night. Luckily, Pimpernel had found a snowless patch on the floor that she could sleep on.
Hunger was now battling with her stomach as she sat there. Every so often, her stomach would erupt in pain. The pain was so bad that she slowly curled up, hands pressed against her round belly.
She needed food and she needed it quickly. But her only chance of survival seemed to have passed. Hamson was now sitting in the kitchen. The rest of hobbits living in the household had all retired to bed a few hours before.
But Hamson continued to sit there. Only one thing was on his mind.
Pimpernel.
"How can I sleep when she's still out there?" he asked himself.
The clock on the wall ticked ever closer to the first complete hour of the new day.
"Then why are you just sitting here?" another voice asked.
Something about these words sparked a new path. A new path that might just save a very precious soul.
"Yes" he said, looking at the clock.
Of course he was tired, but he knew that he could sleep anytime that he wanted. There may not be a second chance to save Pimpernel and time was running out.
So, downing the last of his ale, Hamson stood up. He knew exactly what to bring. So, the hobbit quickly went back to his room. His heart was racing as he looked into his wardrobe. There, a large pack was sitting.
He took it and walked back to the kitchen. A few loaves of bread were packed as well as a bottle of whiskey and four flasks of cool water.
Hamson was now ready to go. But he impeded one more time. Another set of hobbit feet, slapping against the cold tiled floor.
Hamson looked over at the door as the sound of bare feet stopped. There, his auntie stood. She looked very tired as she watched him.
"You're going after her, aren't you?" she asked.
She already knew the answer, judging by the pack laying on the table.
"I'm the only chance she has" Hamson answered.
There was a very strange vibe coming off of her nephew. She knew that Hamson had to do it. But she wasn't sure that it was a good idea. The old woman took a few steps forward. Hamson, who was an inch or two taller, took a deep breath and looked away.
"You can not stop me" he said, thinking that was what she would do.
But he was wrong.
"I am not going to stop you, I just want you to be safe and get Pimpernel back" she said.
Hamson gave a small smile.
"I'll try to" he said.
Hamson's aunt threw her arms around him. This was very strange, for he had not felt her hug since he was a young hobbit, at his own birthday party.
"I'll be back soon" Hamson said, placing a strap one of his shoulder.
He was now ready to go. Without another word, Hamson walked past his aunt. He walked down towards the front door. There, he placed the pack on the floor and picked out his large coat.
After buttoning his coat up, he placed both straps of bag onto his shoulders. Hamson took a deep breath as he gripped the handle of the round door and opened it.
There was no turning back now.