The fish were unharmed in their capture. Goldberry had lured them to her by the her power over nature. She simple picked them out of the water and placed them in a bag.
The rest of the food had been grown lands in the old forest. Goldberry had a small orchard near by. She had vines full of the purple grapes. The trees, now in full bloom, had apples of red and green hanging from nearly every branch.
A few had fallen off of the tree and onto the ground. Birds took advantage of this. They came from the surrounding areas to feed on the rotting apples.
Goldberry was elegant in every way possible. Her golden hair was shining in the sunlight pouring through the window. Her face was void of imperfection. Her dress flowed down her figure like a small stream over a smooth rock. A golden belt lay around her waist.
Pilith and Mya ate to their fill. A few jars of sweet jam, made by Goldberry herself, had gone down very well with the two guests.
Tom had finished eating long before Pilith or Mya had finished. Mya smiled as she took a gulp of water. This settled her stomach.
Pilith also took a drink. He was feeling very tired as he sat there. His eyes had been getting heavier since the start of his meal. The combination of the a cool summer's breeze and a full stomach seemed more like a catalyst for sleep.
Pilith rose from his seat. As he walked towards the threshold, his shadow changed. A small puppy was now walk out of the house, into the outside world.
Pilith had a favourite spot where he would go to. It was a very warm and comfortable stop. The grass was long here and it was always in sunlight.
Mya wondered what her little friend was up to. So, giving Tom and Goldberry a smile, she too got up, walked away and changed into her puppy form too.
As Mya reached the doorstep, Pilith could no longer be seen. So, used her little wet nose, Mya soon picked up his scent.
The little puppy continued sniffing the ground, following her friend's smell. A minute past before she spotted her friend.
Pilith was now curled up in a long, sunny patch of grass.
"Pilith?" she whined, tilted her head.
Pilith looked very comfortable indeed. His little ears flopped over his head, his eyes were almost closed. Mya knew that Pilith got more worn out then she did.
But, this time, instead of arguing with him, Mya cuddled up to him. The two puppy lay in the long grass, their coats of fur making each of them warm and sleepy.
It was not long before Pilith's eyes shut altogether. It was the end of Origo's dream as the hunger he was feeling became too much for him.
Sounds of the real world flooded his little ears. As he opened his eyes, the world had changed around him. All the little puppy could see was a white abyss stretching before him.
The snow was now so thick that Mya could only see a few hundred meters in front of her. Her hair was now wet and sticking to her face. Her hands had been getting colder for a few hours.
A small whimper caught her attention. She gave a small smile as she looked down to see Origo's little eyes darting about. He had never seen so many things falling from the darkening sky.
Mya took a deep breath, she started to feel the coldness now. Hunger was rumbling in her stomach as she continued to walk. But she wasn't the only one.
Little Origo too was very hungry. Turkey was all that he was thinking about. In fact, its all that he ever thought about. Mya smiled as the little pup began to whimper.
"I know, puppy" she said, kissing him on his wet head.
Mya could feel Origo shaking with the coldness. Ivy was nowhere to be seen, but Mya seemed to know exactly where the little fairy would be.
So, her cold hand slipped into her pocket. Inside, Ivy had curled herself up and fell asleep. But the large hand scared her into waking.
She gasped and placed her hand on her mouth. It took her a few seconds to realise that she was inside Mya's pocket. Ivy's heart rate started to calm again as she calmed.
Mya smiled as the little fairy immerged from her pocket. Origo, who was still clinging onto Mya's shoulder, gave small whimper.
Ivy fluttered over to him and landed on Mya's shoulder.
"Hello, puppy-cakes" she said.
Origo's eyes told her everything she needed to know about how he was doing. There was a small glint in his eye that said more then his little whimpers could.
Ivy's magic worked on Origo again. The coldness he was feeling slowly changed yet again. warmth, like the many times before, seeped through every muscle in the puppy's body.
Everything could have been much different if the three of them were back in Hobbiton. Both Mya and Origo had families in the same township.
Hobbits lived in luxury. Food was in abundance, as well as ale, beer and whiskey. Hobbits lived under hills of green grass. Chimney, made from bricks, puffed out black smoke into the snowy air.
Only a few hobbits adventured out in the blizzard. But they were not out in it for long. Footprints that had once been imprinted in the fresh snow were now gone. They had been covered up by the snow still falling on the ground.
The Green Dragon's chimneys were also puffing out black smoke that was blown away in strong wind.
"Bit cold out there" said one of the elders.
He and his friends had been sitting in the Dragon for the best part of the day.
"Wouldn't like to be out in it, I tells you" said his friend.
Food was served when ever they wanted it. Delicious meals were served whenever they were asked for. There was an endless supply of ale.
Most of tables in the Green Dragon were empty. For many hobbits decided that it was better to eat and drink at home.
Diamond Took was smiling down at her son in her arms. Faramir looked up at his mother. The baby was still constricted to babbles and giggles. Faramir would not speak properly for another few years.
Diamond could not wait until Faramir was old enough to understand what she was saying. A little part of her knew that her son could understand her.
Faramir reminded her a lot of Origo. There was the same glint in his eyes and the same will to discover knew things. In fact, the difference between Ori and Faramir were only few.
Both were now the same size, from what Diamond could remember, the same age and both were very precious to her.
Only Origo had the ability to roam around the house. But he was not roaming around the house, discovering new things and generally getting up to no good.
In fact, Diamond had not see Origo for nearly four weeks. Four long weeks of worry. Four long weeks wondering if he would ever come back.
Meanwhile, in another household near by, a little girl sat in her room. She smiled as she dipped a quill into a sea of ink. Elanor read the last few words that she had written.
Her adventure had been taking shape for the past few days. Pictures flashed across her eyes as she wrote. But she would soon have to stop. For Samwise, her father, was rounding up the children.
Lunch was ready, Elanor could already smell it. A knock at the door was followed by a click. Samwise smiled as his daughter looked over at him.
"Come on, lunch is ready" he said.
Elanor smile.
"I'll be there in a minute, daddy" she answered.
The door was left open as Elanor closed the book, put the quill down and screwed the top back onto the ink pot. Elanor slid off of the bed and scampered out of the room.
The smell of breakfast was even more prominent then when she was in her room. the noise of her younger siblings grew as she entered the room.
The table had been set, six places in total. Little pippin had how own chair near to his mother. He had already been seated, but this did not mean he was happy.
Elanor took her place, as usual, facing her younger brother, Frodo. Sam sat at the head of the table. He smiled as he looked at his children, sitting down, talking to each other.
"How lucky am I?" he asked himself.
This was not the only time he had asked himself this. He was still amazed that he had married this wonderful hobbit. Rosie looked like she was getting more and more beautiful as the years past.
But there were signs that her growing family was taking its toll. Rosie was tired. Very tired. Even though she had Samwise helping her, she did most of the work.
Samwise would help with keeping the children happy. He would help where he could, but Rosie did most of the housework.
Rosie, as always, was the last one to sit down. Her watchful eye made sure everyone around the table had enough to eat.
Elanor loved her mother's cooking. A few times, she asked if she could help, hoping to learn more about what he mother did. But, each time, Elanor was set on helping set the table.
"Not until you're older, sweetie" her mother told her.
But Elanor was too into her story to ask her mother if she could help. Elanor was thinking about what she should write next. Normally, she would have Gloria to help her write, being of similar imaginations. But, today, little Elanor was not allowed to leave the house, not even to play.
"If it stops later, then you'll be allowed out" Samwise told her.
Elanor hated being stuck indoors. Her soul belonged outdoors. She loved being outside in the fresh air, be it the depths of winter or the height of summer.
But, at least Elanor had something to do. Gloria was sitting in her room. Today, her room felt more like a prison then a place she loved.
The light coming through small window seemed to make her room even more glum. The little girl took a deep breath as she sat on her bed. A small wooden figure, a horse, was held in her hands.
Gloria had been told that she would not be allowed out yet. Being an only child was very boring. She needed her friends, especially Elanor, to cure her boredom.
But at least she was out of the coldness. In Bree, the snow was coming down harder then it ever had been. Barliman and Jorga noticed that there were less people in the inn. There was a rare moment where both Barliman and Jorga had nothing to do.
"I guess we could change the barrels" Barliman told her.
In fact, now that they thought about it, they had a lot to do. Barliman took a deep breath as he walked towards the kitchen. The barrels had been placed outside. The snow that was falling fell on the barrels too. Barliman opened the back door. The coldness instantly hit him. His cheeks and hands could be felt being tickled by the harsh coldness.
The barrels were heavy. In his old age, the barrels were even heavier. They were also wet and slippery. Barliman used all of his strength to move the barrel. But, after what seemed like hours, Barliman could close the door again. Barliman smiled as he rubbed his hands together. Cold water droplets started to hit the floor.
Jorga smiled as she cam into the kitchen.
"Umm, Barliman?" Jorga asked, grabbing his attention.
Barliman looked around and smiled.
"Yes, dear?" he asked.
Jorga's eyes darted. She could feel herself blushing.
"Well, I was thinking" she started.
"Could I have some lunch?" she asked.
Barliman was surprised.
"Well, of course you can" he answered.
Jorga smiled and walked away. Barliman smiled as he walked back into the main lobby. A few more people had come, but a few more had also gone.
Pippin sat in deep thought. He had had a very deep and revealing conversation with a tree. But not any old tree. This one could talk back.
"And, did he mention me?" asked the tree.
Pippin smiled.
"I think he did, yes" he answered.
Come to think of it, Treebeard had asked them, Pippin being with Merry, if they had they had seen the Ent wives.
"And did you tell him where we were?" Fimbrethil asked.
Pippin had completely forgotten about the pipe in his hand.
"Well, no" he answered.
The tree gave a small grumble.
"Why not?" she asked.
Pippin took a deep breath.
"Because I did not know you were here. I mean, I would have done if I had known before hand"
Fimbrethil gave a humph.
"Well, I guess you could go and tell him again, I will wait here for you" she said.
Pippin was surprise. Fangorn was many hundreds of miles away from where they were.
"Well, I…" Pippin started.
There was no reaction from the tree. Fimbrethil's amber eyes were now hidden behind wooded eye lids. Pippin continued to stare up at her face. For a moment, Pippin felt strange.
He knew that if anyone saw him, they would think he was crazy.
"Standing there, talking to a tree!"
Pippin took a deep breath as he waited for any sign that Fimbrethil would speak again. But, for minute after minute, the tree did not move.
"I guess the only thing to do is go home" he said to himself after what seemed like an hour.
With a deep breath, Pippin started to walk back to Hobbiton. The air around him was getting colder as the cloud started to gather.
Pippin struggled up the steep, snowy and wet hill to the top. The cosy settlement came into view again. Pippin smiled, knowing that lunch would soon be ready.
In fact, judging by the many pillars of thick black smoke, lunch was already being prepared. Pippin had been out in the snow for a few hours.
Eglantine smiled as she prepared lunch. A few times, she looked out of the window. She instantly stopped what she was doing. For a small figure had emerged from over the bridge.
"Pippin" she said.
So, whipping her hands on her apron, she went and prepared a warm cup of tea. A few minutes later, after Pippin had made his way up to the house, the door opened.
Eglantine made her way to the front door. There, she saw Pippin, shivering as he took his coat off.
"You're a very silly young man" Eglantine told him.
On the way to her son, she had picked up a large blanket. Pippin gave a smile, his figures and toes were tingling.
"I have some tea ready for you, lunch will be ready soon"
Pippin was lucky to have a warm home to go back to. Gimli was not so lucky to have that luxury. In fact, he would not have the luxury of warmth for a few more weeks as he trundled along a snowy path.
The snow was getting thicker by the hour as he and the elf, Legolas, made their way towards Helms Deep. But first, they had a long walk ahead of them.
For hour after hour, Legolas and Gimli walked along. Only Gimli felt tired and cold. His beard had changed from its deep reddish colour to a greyish colour. But this was not due to old age, for Gimli still had a lot of life left in him.
This was due to the snow sticking to the strands of hair hanging down from his chin. His head was also covered in snow. Cold drips of water ran down Gimli's nose, onto the floor.
Legolas was coping much better then the dwarf. Snow did not stick to Legolas' blond hair. Snow melted almost the instant it touched the elf.
Tiredness did not effect Legolas like it did Gimli. The darkness of night started to wrap around the lands. The sky seemed colourless as the night fought away the day.
Birds that once roamed this sunny and pleasant land were now huddled together in their own nests. Their feathers kept them warm. But they could use more heat as they sat there.
"I hope this weather doesn't stay for too long" said a little robin.
There was no point singing. The wind would drown out anything that sang about. So, because of that, the forests fell eerily quiet.
Unlike rain, snow fell like small feathers floating through the sky. In fact, the flakes had grown to be the size of small feathers.
The ground was continuously covered in fresh snow. The carpet was thinking by the hour. Hobbiton looked very different. The hills looked like large marshmallows with little round buttons imbedded onto them.
Mya continued to walk, having stopped just a few moments before. Her hunger had been tamed by the little fairy that had been tagging along with her since Bree.
Mya continued to hold Origo, it was too dangerous for him to walk. A large blanket, courtesy of Ivy, had been wrapped around the warm puppy.
Snow had been gathering on Origo's once dry and soft fur. It was now making him cold to the point of shivering. But Ivy was there to save him from any more discomfort.
She had magically produced the warmest blanket she could for him. But Ivy made it as though Mya had given the blanket to him. Mya smiled as she took it out of her bag.
Origo stood there, a sorry look in his eyes. But, as soon Mya wrapped the little pup up, Origo looked much happier. The snow was now only hitting the blanket, keeping his warm and dry.
Mya and Origo had both benefited from Ivy's ability to create warmth and food for them. Ivy was only too happy to help.
Like before, the food and warmth had taken its toll on the pup again. Mya knew that she could now walk in peace again. For Origo's little eyes closed.
No matter how many times she saw Origo fall asleep, she still found it adorable.
Hours past as Origo slept. Lunch had come and gone. Pippin had now warmed up and was in his room. Diamond was in the lounge, boredom was getting to her.
"Maybe I should see Marigold and Daisy" she thought.
The clock showed Diamond that she had enough time to get there without them starting dinner. Diamond took a deep breath as she downed the last of her tea.
Diamond took a deep breath and sat there for a few minutes. She hated leaving the comfort of her home. But then, she had not seen her friends in a while. It would be nice to see them.
Elanor Gamgee was back in her room. her book was open on her pillow and the quill was back in her hand. The young girl continued to write down her story.
Her adventure with Gloria was getting ever more dangerous. A large mountain stood in their path. A mountain that the two of them had come across once before.
But they were not the only ones on the quest. The enemy had sent a spy and an assassin behind them. this spy dangerous then anything that could ever follow them.
A wolf.
This wolf had been trained and tormented into killing the two hobbit girls. Its nose could pick up even the slightest hint of where they were.
Like reality, snow was falling. But neither Elanor or Gloria were remotely close to home. In fact, they were many hundreds of miles away from home.
Elanor smiled as everything started to come back to her. The coldness, the hunger, the willingness to save one of her friends. But first, they had to escape the wrath of the wolf.
The battle against the beast echoed in her head. She smiled as she looked over at the clock. Writing had taken up most of her time. So much so that it was now dark outside. The clock chimed softly, eight times.
Dinner was almost ready. Elanor knew that she had been writing for most of the day. Although she had been doing little all day, she was just as tired as if she had been playing out.
Rosie had started preparing dinner about an hour ago. Bowls lined the worktop as pots and pans lay over heated hobs.
Rosie was in her element. She never lost track of time, even looking after her many children. A large chicken had been browning in the oven for past few hours.
Rosie smiled as she opened the oven door. A blast of heat hit her in the face. The smell of chicken grew as the trey was taken out. The trey was placed on worktop to cool down.
As Rosie started to drain the hot water into sink, her oldest daughter walked into the kitchen.
"Hello" Elanor said, giving her mother a smile.
Both Rosie and Elanor shared a similar smile.
"Hello, sweetie" Rosie said, placing the cloth on the back of the chair again.
There was a vibe coming off of her daughter that Rosie could feel. She knew exactly what her daughter wanted. Elanor took a deep breath, knowing the answer to her unasked question.
"Would you like to help me?" Rosie asked.
Elanor gave a smile.
"Yes, mummy" she answered.
For the first time, Rosie would let Elanor help with the hot pans.
"Do you see that cloth on the back of the chair there?" Rosie asked, nodding to it.
Elanor looked around.
"Yes" Elanor asked, still unsure in what her mother had in store.
"Do you see the pan on the stove?" Rosie asked.
Elanor's eyes slid over to the stove. There, a hot pan with browning sausages stood.
"Take the cloth and pick up the handle of the pan" Rosie explained to Elanor.
"And placed it down here, mummy will do the rest"
Elanor smiled as she walked over to the chair. Finally, her mother had let her help, even if was just carrying something to somewhere else.
Rosie watched as Elanor as her daughter wrapped the cloth around her hand. But she did not do it properly. Rosie smiled as she stopped cutting the chicken. Elanor carefully placed the cloth over her hand again. She was now ready to pick the hot pan.
"Like this?" Elanor asked, needing some reassurance.
Rosie looked around and nodded.
"Pick it up" Rosie asked, placing down the large knife and turning fork.
Elanor carefully walked over to the worktop and placed the edge of worktop. Rosie resisted the urge to help, seeing how far her daughter could go.
Surprisingly, Elanor managed to place the hot pan on worktop.
"Well done" Rosie said, smiling.
Elanor smiled back. She loved helping her mother. But her appetite for helping her mother had only been partially tamed.
Meanwhile, Diamond had left the comfort of her own home and walked the short distance to another. Diamond was now sitting down on a large, soft sofa. Two girls were sitting in the room too.
One was holding a bundle in her arms. This was Diamond's baby, Faramir. May smiled as looked down. She did not have any children of her own yet, but she did have many nieces and nephews to keep her happy.
A few times, she and Daisy would take turns in looking after them for a few days. They knew how hard Rosie worked to keep them happy.
A few times, she would burn out and call upon them to help her. Even Marigold had her share of the children. She would take Elanor and Frodo for a night or two.
"I have to go and check up on dinner" May said.
Faramir giggled as he was handed back to his mother. May smiled as she walked out the room. Hunger was getting to all four of the hobbits.
Faramir's food was already made. Diamond had brought a small bowl for her son so that she could feed him there. May hummed as she took the browning chicken out of the oven to cool.
Thirty minutes past before the many bowls had been filled with food. May smiled as she set the table. The chicken had been carved and dished up between the three of them.
May smiled as she walked out of the room. Daisy was now holding Faramir, the first time she had all night. May walked into the room.
"Dinner is ready" she said.
Dinner couldn't have come soon enough for Diamond as she stood up. Daisy wanted to hold Faramir for the rest of the night, but she knew she had to hand him back.
Diamond smiled as the baby slipped back into her arms. Faramir now had a familiar face to look at. The three girls then made their way into the kitchen.
Diamond took her seat and moved the chair in a bit. It was then that a problem rose. She needed two hands to have dinner, but she only had one. Daisy Gamgee saw this problem too.
"I have some sheets in my room, would you like me to get them for you?" she asked.
Diamond gave a small smile.
"That would be better" Diamond agreed.
So, Daisy walked out of the kitchen, down the corridor, to her room. a minute or two past before she found the sheets and walked back.
Diamond smiled as she stood up. A little nest had been made for him just by his mother. Diamond smiled as she careful put her precious son on the warm, soft blanket.
The Gamgee household had already finished their dinner. Pudding was still to come, but a distracted Merry and Rose were nowhere to be seen.
"Where have they scampered off to now?" Samwise asked, getting up from the table.
Somehow, Rosie had found the time to make a delicious chocolate cake during the day. Elanor and Frodo both sat there, looking longingly at the cake.
Rosie knew that everyone would want a good share. So, she cut it up into seven very large slices. Plates stood one on top of the other. The first plate was past over to Samwise.
"Thank you, dear" he said.
Spoons had been laid out, but Samwise did not start eating yet. Elanor was next to receive her piece. This made Frodo jealous. But, a few moments later, Frodo gave a smile. For his piece had arrived.
Frodo surveyed his piece, then looked over at Elanor's.
"Her piece is bigger!" Frodo said, his eyes darting between his and his sister's peace.
Rosie took a deep breath.
"Their exactly the same, Frodo"
Frodo slowly accepted that their pieces were the same. A few minutes past before the cake had been dished out. By that time, both Frodo and Elanor had already finished half of their large piece.
Rosie was the last one to start. She loved her own cooking. She also loved the fact that she knew her family was happy as well.
Elanor and Frodo were the first to finish. The sound of spoons impacting on porcelain plates echoed around the kitchen. Elanor waited patiently for her parents to finish before asking to leave the table.
But Frodo was not as patient as his older sister.
"Just wait a few minutes" Rosie said, having only eaten half of her piece.
Frodo sat back, a glumness came over his face. He hated waiting for his parents to finish, they were never quite fast enough.
Pilith and Mya had awoken from very refreshing nap. Pilith yawned as he looked around. The sun was now low in the sky. Birds were still tweeting and singing as the day cooled.
Hunger was ripe in the little pup as he laid there.
Mya gave a yawn, sensing that her fellow puppy was awake.
"Pilith?" she whimpered, her eyes still half open.
Pilith gave her a little reassuring nudge.
"I'm hungry" Mya told him.
Pilith slowly stood to his paws. The little puppy gave a big yawn as he stretched the last of the tiredness off. He shook his whole body. His ears flopped as he looked around.
His little pink tongue licked his nose, making it cold and wet again. For that was another reason why it was good to be a puppy.
Smells seemed to become more prominent when their little black noses were wet. And today, it was put to the test. As Mya stretched and shook off tiredness, a strange smell met her.
"Do you smell that?" Mya asked, tilted her head.
Pilith looked around, he had not been listening to Mya, having been distracted by a bumblebee.
"Smell what?" he asked, giving a small whimper.
It was then that he could smell what Mya was smelling. Goldberry had been standing over a stove. A pan had been set over a hot stove. Two plates had been set out.
A silver spatula was held in her hand as she watched the food slowly brown. Two large stakes were sizzling in the oil that she had poured in.
A few more minutes past before they were ready. Something small caught the corner of her eye. Goldberry looked over to see two little puppies standing outside.
Goldberry gave a smile as the two pups walked forward.
"I know you would smell it" Goldberry said.
The two puppies had now change back to their human form. Goldberry was unnaturally used to this. Any other being, save from elves, would be shocked that a innocent looking puppy could change into a two legged being.
Mya smiled, looking at the big steak.
"That looks lovely" Mya said, taking a deep intake.
Goldberry smiled as she slid the spatula under one of the steaks. She then lifted it off of the plates. Goldberry did the same with the second steak.
Soon, the plates and bowls were laid on the table. Dinner could not have come sooner for Mya and Pilith. The heat of day seemed to drain their energy. Mya sat in her seat facing Pilith. Goldberry smile as she placed the last of the bowls on the table mats.
"Enjoy" she said, giving a warm smile.
Pilith and Mya seemed to jump at the chance to fill their plates with delicious food. For, just a few weeks previous, they were on the verge of death.
An old wizard had assigned them with an immensely difficult task. Both Mya and Pilith would have to walk into the heart of most dangerous place in Middle-earth.
Mordor.
"You must leave right away" said Gandalf.
Both Pilith and Mya were very hungry and very tired.
"Can we not leave in the morning?" said a tired looking Mya.
But Gandalf had already stood up.
"Time is something we do not have" Gandalf said, placing his crooked hat back on his balding head.
Mya and Pilith had walked many hundreds, maybe even thousands, of miles to get here. And now, after thinking about a few days rest, they would have to leave right away.
"But, we have walked many miles to get here" Mya told him.
"We need rest" she said.
Gandalf had picked up his staff and was just about to leave. Pilith could see the wizard's mind slowly working.
"Stay here" he said.
"Just for one night. In the morning, you must leave" he said.
Without another word, Gandalf opened the door. The rain was still coming down. The rumbles of thunder had become quieter, but one or two were still rumbles that were louder then normal.
Mya took a deep breath. Her hair was still wet from the rain that they had been through.
"Mordor" she said, accepting the task ahead.
Pilith shook his head.
"This isn't right" he said.
A lot was now resting on their shoulders. There was no way of getting out of what they had gotten themselves into.
"Why does it have to be us?" Pilith asked.
But Mya had a different view on things.
"Maybe it was meant to be" she asked.
Pilith gave a look like she was mad. But Mya was not finished yet.
"Maybe this is what we were created for, to help in times of need"
"But we're going to get killed!" Pilith told her.
Mya knew that they could get killed. But then, she knew that they were not.
"Pilith, I think that we have to do this. I believe that what ever paths we take will end up with the same out come"
Pilith knew that they had two paths to take.
One was not to go to Mordor. But then, how would Gandalf know how to reach the mountain of doom.
The other option was to help. Help in any way possible. And that meant walking right into the heart of evil.
"Do you think we can do it?" Pilith asked, taking both options into account.
Mya took a very deep breath. Her mind slipped back to the greenness the Shire. Pimpernel's happy face could be seen. Mya longed to see her face again.
That is what they were fighting for. That was why both Pilith and Mya would risk everything to walk into Mordor.
"We should get some sleep" Pilith told her.
The room had only one bed in it, but plenty of floor space. Pilith took a deep breath as he opened his pack. A large blanket was then taken out. It had dried spots of mud imbedded into the very fabric it was made out of.
The mud told stories of their travels. Pilith smiled as Mya sat on the bed. The candles were blown out, sending the room into darkness.
The storm had moved north. But the rain had not eased up. Mya smiled as she laid on the bed. Pilith had to made do with the cold tiled floor. The bag that he had brought would have to do for a pillow.
The lightning flickered from the sky, lighting up the small room that they were in. Pilith took a deep breath as he lay there.
His thought deepened as he tired to sleep. His thought turned to the Shire. All he wanted to do was to see his Diamond again. But it would be many years until he would do so.