Diamond woke to a chiming clock. The light of the sun had grown and the day was calm. The snow storm had laid a fresh carpet of white powder on the surrounding lands for as far as the eye.

Birds had come out of their nests to a changed world. The skeletons of trees broke up the white abyss. Diamond could not see the beauty of the land that lay just outside of the window. The window pane had misted over during the night.

Diamond did not want to get up. But a little whimper from her sleepy son made sure that she could not fall back to sleep.

"I guess I should get up" she told herself.

The duvet, which had gathered up a nice bundle of heat, was drawn back. Like butterflies out of a glass jar, the heat escaped. The curly hair on her big feet curled even more as they touched the cold tiles.

Faramir's whimpers had now turned into whines.

"I'm coming, dear" she said, rubbing her eyes.

Diamond could not help but smile as she laid eyes on her son. Only Faramir's little face could be seen. The rest of his little body had been wrapped under a warm blanket.

Two big hands wrapped around him. Diamond smiled as she lifted him up.

"How was your sleep, darling?" she asked.

Faramir had calmed down a little bit. But he still whimpered. Diamond smiled as she walked out of the room. Her bare feet, now used to the coldness of the tiles, slapped on the floor as she walked to the kitchen.

Diamond took a deep breath. The heath had used nearly all of the wood that she had put in as she went to bed. No matter how hard she tried, the fire would eat every ounce of wood that she fed it.

More shards of wood were placed in the dying heath. It would take the best part of an hour before the flames were big enough to boil water.

The stove was also cold. Diamond knew that it would be another thirty minutes, on top of the hour it took for the fire, before she could start to cook.

The Gamgee household was working much more smoothly. Rosie had, as usual, risen earlier then the rest of her family.

The house was very quiet, except for the snores from the room nearest the kitchen. Rosie smiled, knowing that her oldest son, Frodo Gamgee, named after Frodo Baggins, was fast asleep.

Rosie took a deep breath as, like Diamond, she stocked up the fire. The stove was much bigger in the Gamgee household. Samwise was the one to thank for this.

"One stove just isn't enough" Rosie said, having struggled with just one.

Samwise knew exactly how to keep his wife happy. But it took a few days for the new stove to be made.

"I have a surprise for you" Samwise said.

Their youngest child, Rose Gamgee, was only a few months old. Rosie smiled as she stood up. Little Rose whimpered as she was placed in her cot.

"What is it?" Rosie asked, smiling.

All of the Gamgee children were younger and less podgy. Samwise smiled.

"Close you eyes and hold my hand" he said.

Rosie was a bit confused.

"What has he got in store for me now?" she asked herself.

Samwise smiled as he led his wife to the kitchen.

"Stand here" he said.

Rosie's eyes remained shut until told to open them.

"Now" Sam said, stepping aside.

Rosie opened her eyes. There, a brand new stove. Rosie was lost for words.

"Oh, Sam!" she said.

Rosie instantly hugged her husband. Her loved for Samwise deepened.

"Do you like it?" asked Samwise.

Rosie smiled.

"Oh, Sam, I love it!"

Many years had past since Samwise had given her the new stove. Rosie's family had grown yet again. And, in a few months, it would grow again.

Rosie smiled as she made sure all three fires were stocked up and burning nicely. But, before any food would be made, a nice mug of tea would be prepared.

Rosie opened the cellar door. As she walked inside, candle in hand, she could feel the different in temperature. A jar of sugar and a small wooden box were taken out on the first trip. Rosie had to take a second trip to get a vase of milk out.

The flames in the heath were large enough and hot enough to boil water. The kettle was take off of the hook and carried over to the sink.

The sound of water broke the sound of silence. After thirty seconds, the sound of water stopped. Rosie smiled as she heaved the kettle out of the sink. The water sloshed around as Rosie picked up the cloth.

The kettle was placed on the hook. It swayed as Rosie took her hand away. The flames licked kettle, slowly heating up the water inside.

Rosie yawned as she, for the second time that day, entered the cellar. This time, it was for food. Rosie picked up many packets. Many more would have to be left for other meals during the week.

Rosie smiled as she started to placed armfuls of packets on the work top. This was where the work truly began. Pots and pans were taken out of cupboards. Some looked in better condition then others. But all would be used.

The two stoves had a large number of hobs between them. Eight in all. Each would be used to cook the food.

A vase of oil, now half empty, was picked up. The liquid was poured into the pan that was slowly being heated.

Rosie knew that she would have to start getting her children up soon.

But there was one little creature that did not share the luxury of having a bed and a large meal. Origo was shivering in a cold, wet blanket.

He had not had a wink of sleep all night. The coldness did not let him sleep. But the little puppy was not alone. Large hands were wrapped around the blanket that Origo had been buried in.

Mya was shivering as well. Her eyes were closed, but she was not sleeping. The cold wind combined with the melting snow made her even more colder.

Her fingers were turning blue and numb. Worry was ripe in her heart. For one of her friends, a very small fluttering fairy, had not been seen since the night before.

During the night, the wind had battered the lands. The snow created drifts against trees, walls and cliffs. But now, the weather had calmed.

"Where is she?" Mya asked herself, opening her eyes and scanning the woods.

A small whimper from Origo as Mya looked around. There was still no sign of a green flickering the white abyss.

"Good morning, pup" Mya said, looking and sound tired.

Origo gave a small whimper.

"I know, it snowed during the night"

Origo gave two little blinks.

"Where is the fairy?" he whimpered again.

But his question was not answered.

"We should get moving soon, pup"

This did not go down well with Origo. But he was too hungry to complain. His little eyes scanned the area they were in. but there was no sign of a fairy.

Origo gave another little whimper up to Mya.

"I know pup" she said, wrapping the pup up some more.

In fact, Ivy was still fluttering around. Her heart was racing. For hour upon hour she had been fluttering.

"Mya?" she called.

"Origo?"

But no answer came. Birds were still fluttering around. But, every time Ivy went to approach one, they would flutter off in fright.

"Please help me" Ivy said with depression and worry ripe in heart.

A large crow spied on the fairy as she darted past trees. More and more crows were approaching. Their calls could be heard echoing through the forest.

Ivy knew that she needed to find a safe place to stay. But the snow had covered the hollow logs disguising their entrances.

The little fairy knew that rabbits would be a abundant in these woods. All she had to do was find the entrance of the burrows.

But it was too late.

A large call signalled the start of the chase. Ivy knew that she had seconds to act. A crow flew towards her. Ivy was so scared that all she could do was flutter straight upwards. The crow missed by inches.

Ivy's little wings were no match for the large ones that the crow had. But Ivy had magic on her side. Ivy had had enough of being attacked by crows. She could not take any more.

So, a plan formed in her head.

Ivy gave a smile as she stopped. The crows now circling below the fairy. But that soon changed as, one by one, they flew upwards.

Ivy darted out of the way just in time, making the crow fly past. Ivy fluttered away again, trying to hide. But the crows were not so easily tricked.

Ivy saw one of the big, black birds out of the corner of her eye. It was then that her plan would be tested. Ivy closed her eyes for a few seconds.

Feet separated the crow and fairy. The bird swooped in, but did not catch her. Something strange happened to the crow as it zoomed past. It did not flat its wings.

Instead of flapping its wings, it simply fell to the ground. Ivy watched it as bird hit the snowy ground. There was a few moments of silence before the frenzy ensued.

Eight crows were now attacking the fairy. They were relentless on hurting the little fairy. But, as the minutes past, more birds lay on the snowy floor.

Three more vicious birds were still attacking her. Ivy only had one more option. As Ivy had been fighting, she had also been hunting a spot to hide.

She had finally found what she had been looking for. A small hole in the tree just twenty meters away was perfect for her.

But there was just a matter of three beaks and six sets of claws to get through. Ivy's little wings fluttered, moving just out of range.

Mya and Origo were now on the move again. Both were cold, hungry and looking for Ivy. Mya's eyes darted around as she looked for that tell-tail sign that might lead to the finding of Ivy.

Origo's barks echoed as he looked around. The blanket had been placed back into the bag. This did not go down very well with the little pup.

"Stop squirming, puppy" Mya said.

Ori had nearly slipped out of her grasp a few times.

"What's the matter?" Mya asked, heaving the pup onto her shoulder again.

Origo was very distressed. He was with a being that he did not know or like much. Ivy was the only one he trusted.

"Ivy?" he barked.

Mya took a deep breath as she continued to walk.

"This would have been much easier if Ivy hadn't of caused this accident" Mya thought.

But then, Ivy had helped Origo more then Mya could ever help him. Mya still had a deep love for Pilith. A love that nothing could break.

Or that's what Mya thought.

Her love for Pilith had been pushed to the limit. She hated that the pup did not trust her.

"But then, he has lost his memory, he doesn't know anything" a voice in her head would say.

All Mya could do was to help Origo reach Radagast.

Meanwhile, Rosie had woken nearly all of her children. The smell of sausages and bacon trickled into the different rooms.

Elanor and Frodo were the last ones to rise. Frodo whined and quickly turned over. Samwise smiled and walked out. His next destination was just down corridor.

Elanor little eyes opened. A large figure came into view. It was her father.

"Good morning" Sam said, kissing her on the forehead like he did with all of his children.

Elanor gave a little smile.

"Good morning, daddy" she said, tiredness clung to her voice.

Samwise smiled and turned. Elanor yawned as her father's foot steps echoed away. The light pouring through the single window showed there to be patches of misty blueness showing between the clouds.

Elanor could not help but smile. She, like the rest of the children in the Gamgee household, had been stuck in. not because they were naughty, the Gamgee children hardly ever were, but because of the onslaught of snow that rained down on them.

The snow was still fresh due to the tiredness of hobbits. A few paths led all over the surrounding village. Past large round door snaking all the way down past the green dragon.

These prints belong to foxes, which had now retired back to their dark burrows. Birds, who had started singing at the first signs of dawn, were now hopping around, singing to each other.

Hobbits and other beings, such as dwarves and men, could not understand what they were saying. But spirits of nature, such as Elves, wizards and fairies, could understand every like it was common tongue.

Origo could understand what they were saying. To him, everything talked. Especially birds. But Origo did not want anyone else apart from Ivy.

Not even diamond crossed his mind. Hobbits were none-existent in Origo's world. The small settlement of Hobbiton was equally none-existent.

Ivy seemed to be Origo's guardian. Origo needed Ivy as much as Ivy needed Origo. But now, they had parted. Origo's barks continued to echo back to him. But there was still no sign of his Ivy.

Pilith was laying on the cold floor of a single roomed house. His eyes were open, he was thinking things over. For, at first light, he and Mya would start their most dangerous journey yet.

Mya had found a little pocket of sleep. Her eyes were closed and her worries were forgotten for the moment. The rain was still pouring down, splashing out the stone floor outside.

The lightning strikes has ceased. All was silent now. Pilith's tiredness slowly sank into him. His eyes slowly shut as sleep invited him in.

Hours past like seconds for Pilith. The door to the room opened suddenly. In came an old figure. He had a long grey beard, a pointed hat and a wooden staff.

"Wake up!" said a voice, stealing what sleep Pilith had.

Mya woke slower then Pilith. There, Gandalf stood.

"I have these for you" the wizard said, placing two heavy looking packs down on the ground.

Pilith took a deep breath as he slowly stood up. Mya sat up in the bed and rubbed her eyes.

"Is it time to leave?" she asked.

Gandalf took a deep breath.

"I am afraid so, in fact, you are an hour late" he told them.

Pilith, who had now stood up, looking inside his pack.

"We need more food, this is not enough"

Gandalf took a deep breath.

"You have everything you need in your packs" he told them.

Pilith's idea of enough food was not what he had in his pack.

"Come" Gandalf said.

But Mya refused.

"We need breakfast" she told him.

Gandalf stopped as the door opened. There was a little glint in his eyes. He was figuring out weather it would be a good idea to do that.

After a few more seconds, Gandalf gave in.

"Wait here, I will be back in a short while" he told them.

Pilith took a deep breath as the door clicked shut. The rain was still coming down like it the night before. Pilith was still did not know weather going into the heart of Mordor was a good idea.

Minutes past.

Gandalf returned with a few packets of food.

"Here you are, eat up" he said, handing a packet to each of them.

Pilith smiled and sat down on the bed. Mya took a deep breath as she started to eat. Gandalf had found a packet of chicken, cooked, but cold. Neither Pilith or Mya minded. For their hunger was slowly being beaten down.

Gandalf had one more packet for Pilith and Mya to share. It was bigger then the rest. He had brought them a loaf of bread.

Pilith was the first to finish his portion of chicken. Gandalf handed him the second, much larger packet. Neither Pilith nor Mya needed to ask what this was.

Mya finished as Pilith ripped the loaf of bread in half. But it was not truly in half, Mya smiled as she received a bigger piece then Pilith had.

"Thank you" she said.

Gandalf was very unsettled. His eyes were darting around. He looked around as a group of people walked past. Hoods had been drawn, saving their hair from getting wet. a small stream of water was rushing down the streets.

But the water was not flowing in any random direction. A small groove had been built in the road. The hill made the water flow faster and faster as it travelled downwards.

All of the grooves led into a larger one. there, the water was carried out of the city and into the near by land. By this time, the water had lost all of its energy. A small lake had been made. The water was now muddy, making it very hard to determine how deep it was.

Pilith smiled as he finished up the last of his bread. He was raring to go. The rain did not matter any more. As long as he and Mya had food, then they would be alright.

Gandalf still had more to give them. But it was not food, but a weapon.

"Take these" he said, handing a sword to them.

But Mya shook her head.

"We do not fight, Gandalf, we do not believe in killing any creature that walks this land"

A different sparkle crossed the old wizard's eyes.

"You are going into the very heart of Mordor, trust me, you will need them"

Mya placed her sword on the bed. Pilith, on the other hand, knew that they would need them.

"But we cant, I cant!" Mya told him.

But she was out numbered.

"We have to, it's the only way to survive in Mordor"

Minas Tirith was now in a time of peace. The white city was made even whiter by the layer of snow that covered it.

Birds sang as a very important person walked out into a courtyard of stone. A tree stood in the foreground, surrounded by black mountains in the far distance.

The snow was untouched, save from a few prints that birds had left behind. The dark haired figure stopped at the edge of the wall. his eyes surveyed the vast plains below.

This was the King.

A pipe was drawn out from the inside pocket of his coat. A pouch was taken from the same pocket and opened up. Aragorn's hands were cold, but there was enough warmth left in them to do what was needed.

King Elessar had a rare moment where he was on his own. His pipe was filled and lit. Silver smoke was drawn up the small tube, into his mouth.

The mountain range, Ephel Dúath, ran just a few miles away. Aragorn could see a glow in the sky beyond the mountain range.

A small smile came over his lips as smoke fluttered away into the darkness. The image of Frodo, Merry, Pippin and Sam came back to him.

Aragorn longed to see his friends again. It was small consolation that he had a letter heading to them. All he needed to do now was to wait for a reply.

The messenger that he had sent out was now making a detour. His detour was to stop off a Bree for more food and water. Not only that, but his bones had not felt the warmth of a fire since he had been assigned his mission.

The clothes he was wearing were wet and dirty. A smell lingered on his clothes as he rode. Food was running out as, just fifty miles away, the path forked.

One would lead him to the White Downs, miles away from Bree. The other, less used road, would take hi directly to Bree.

This was the path that he would take. This would be the quickest way of Bree and then to Hobbiton. But first, the man would need to stop.

Food was in order, for both him and his trusty steed. But grass was hard to come by on the plains of Minhiriath. For it, like most of Middle-earth, was covered in snow. But it was not a thick as it was in Hobbiton.

Breakfast had come and gone. Elanor smiled as she put on her coat.

"Don't be home late" Rosie said, buttoning up her daughter's coat.

"I wont" Elanor said.

Excitement ran through the little girl as she gave her mother a large hug. Gloria, Elanor's friend, was also excited. Every now and again, she would look out of the window.

Elanor smiled as she closed the gate behind her. Her younger brother, Frodo was already out and playing in the fields that surrounded the village.

Frodo had managed to gain the trust of his mother and father enough to let him go out unattended. Snowballs were being thrown between the friends.

Frodo and two of his friends were on one side while three more of his friends were facing them. Frodo laughed as one of his snowballs hit his friend on the shoulder.

Hobbiton was now a lively place again. Laughter echoed around its many hills. Groups of hobbit children were running around, having the time of their life.

Elanor smiled as she opened another gate. This one led to another home. Smaller, but no more comfortable and warm then her own home.

Elanor did not even have to knock as the door opened. There, Gloria stood, with a large smile on her face.

"Ready?" Elanor asked.

But Gloria was not.

"I just have to put my coat on" she said.

Gloria left her friend standing in the coldness. The door was left open, letting all of the heat out. Gloria slid her arms into the sleeves and proceeded with to button it up.

The coldness started to attract some attention.

"Gloria dear, don't stand with the door open" her father said.

Gloria gave a little smile.

"Sorry daddy, I wasn't going to be long"

Gloria struggled with the top button. She craned her neck and crossed her eyes. After three attempts, the button finally slid into the opposite slit.

The young girl smiled as she said goodbye to her mother and father, then walked out. Elanor's hands were stuffed in her pockets. She gave a small smile as the door closed.

"So, what are we doing today?" asked Gloria.

Two sticks, one for Elanor and one for Gloria, had been standing against the wall since the last time they had used it. The two girls picked up their own sticks, they never swapped, and walked towards the hills.

This was where Elanor and Gloria liked to play the most. Here, they could stretch their imagination to the limits. Adventures were ripe in their little minds. For Elanor, it was not only about having fun, she felt more at home in her own world.

The two girls slowly made their way up to the hills that they always played on. After a few minutes of struggling, stumbling and slipping, the two girls reached their playing spot.

Their foot prints weaved all the way back to their starting point.

"Orcs!" Elanor said, watching the brow of the hill.

Neither of the girls had seen orcs, but they had a pretty good idea of what one looked like. Orcs, to Elanor's eyes, were filthy, tall creatures. They were had armour imprinted into their very being.

To Gloria, they were small, but no more less scary then what Elanor could see. Orcs were hunched, but still stood on two leg. Gloria's vision of orcs were more like goblins.

Elanor swung her stick, it had changed into a metal blade. Heavy armour had been wrapped around her chest, legs and arms. A metal helmet had been slid over her head.

A rabble of twenty large orcs in black amour stood facing them.

"Elanor" whimpered Gloria.

Both girls were scared. But, Elanor had the confidence that the two of them could take on the orcs. A loud roar echoed around them.

"Elanor" squealed Gloria, walking a few steps back.

The orcs ascended on the two young girls. Elanor swung her sword. There was a loud crash of metal as her sword hit the orcs sword.

Gloria was now in trouble too. Two large creatures were coming for her. Her sword was taken out scabbard. Like Elanor, Gloria started to fight.

After a few minutes, Gloria was the first to kill one of the orcs. She squealed as she felt the long blade slice through the neck of the orc. Black blood spurted out onto the white snow.

Gloria was very frightened as the lifeless body fell to the ground. The second orc watched as his fellow bloodthirsty orc. A grumble erupted from the orc.

The next second, a large rusting blade was swung towards the little girl. Gloria had only seconds to react. And react she did. The blade was stopped just inches away from her.

Hours past as the two girls defeated the rabble of orcs. Elanor and Gloria had made their way to another hill.

"Hurry!" Elanor said, her blade had changed to a bow and arrow.

Gloria stood behind Elanor as she took aim. Elanor's heart was racing as she waited for the right moment. An orc came over the brow of the hill.

It was then that the right moment had come. The arrow was released from the bow. It spun as it flew through the air.

The arrow imbedded itself in the head of the orc. It had so much power that it was driven right through its skull. The orc dropped down dead.

Mya was getting more and more weak as the day wore on. She, and the little puppy she was holding, had not eaten since the night before.

Origo's whimpers had ceased. He did not have the energy to complain anymore. His shivering had stopped, he was now as cold as the air around him.

Mya's feet crunched as she stepped on the carpet of snow. Her toes felt like they had fallen off long ago. Mya, like Origo, was not shivering any more.

Little Ivy was now alone again. the attack of the crows had left all nine crows lifeless on the snow covered forest floor. But the attack was only the start of what Ivy would go through.

The little fairy was travailing through the forest, trying to find the road. If she could find the road, then she could find Origo and Mya.

Her little wings fluttered, propelling her through the cold air. The little fairy looked around. But there was still no sign of the road.

Bree was busy again. Laughter rang as snowballs were thrown. The muddy ground had hardened due to the deep coldness.

Footprints criss-crossed down nearly every ally way. Only the snow on the roves of the houses seemed untouched. Brick chimneys funnelled black smoke into the air. The wind carried the smoke away.

A young girl smiled as she put on an old coat.

"There" said an old man with grey sideburns.

"Told you it would fit"

Jorga smiled as she looked down. She could not remember the last time she had been given a piece of clothing.

"Thank you" she said, looking up at Barliman.

Barliman smiled down at her.

"Think nothing of it, you just go and have fun"

Jorga had never been out in snow before. She, of course, had seen snow. But the people she worked for, just weeks before, had never her let her out. Jorga would sit on her windowsill at night and watch the snow come down.

But now, she would experience snow for the first time. She and Barliman made their way down the stairs.

"Are you sure that I am allowed, I could help you if you like" Jorga said, offering her help one last time.

But Barliman had it all under control.

"I'll be fine, you just go and make some friends" he said.

Jorga smiled as she made her way to the large door that led out onto the street. She pulled it open. A blast of cold air hit her first. It made her cheeks tingle.

The candles flickered as the wind blew through the in. Jorga smiled as she stood there. The door gave a gentle bang, shutting out the coldness from entering the warm building.

Jorga smiled as she saw groups of children running around. Snowballs were being thrown, some missed their targets while others missed.

Jorga knew very little about snowballs. In fact, she had no clue in how to do it.

"Watch out!" said a voice.

Jorga looked up. A split second later, a hard piece of ice hit her square in the face. Pain instantly erupted in her face. Her hands instantly held her face.

The young boy gasped and quickly walked over to her.

"Are you alright?" the boy asked.

The two of them were about the same age. But Jorga was much smaller. Her hand remained on her eye as she smiled.

"Yes, yes I'm fine" she lied.

With her good eye, she could see that the boy was much bigger then she was.

"I'm sorry about that, it was not meant for you" he said, giving a little smile.

"It's quite alright" Jorga told him.

There was an awkward silence as Jorga took her hand away from her face.

"It doesn't look too bad" the boy said, giving a smile.

Jorga smiled.

"So" said the boy, trying to make up some conversation.

"Do you live in Bree?" he asked.

Jorga smiled and nodded.

"Yes, in fact, I live in the Prancing Pony"

The boy's eye brows raised.

"Don't you have a house here?" he asked, finding it quite strange.

There was a lot of history behind the girl's path here. She did not want to and did not have to explain it all.

"I live with Barliman now"

The boy gave a small laugh.

"What's so funny?" Jorga asked.

The boy looked around at his friends.

"He's cracked" the boy answered.

Jorga did not like where this conversation was going.

"Talks to himself and does strange things"

Anger rose in Jorga's veins.

"Well, I don't know who or where you have heard this, but Barliman is the nicest man you could ever meet"

The boy smiled.

"Just watch yourself" he said.

Without another word, he turned and walked away. Jorga watched him as he and his friends walked down an ally and out of sight.

Jorga now had something to think about. Not know weather to believe the boy or not. The snow seemed less interesting then it had been a few moments before.

Jorga took a deep breath and walked back to the Pony. The large door opened in on a noisy lobby. Jorga smiled as she smelt the smell of cooking chicken tickle her nose.

The door was shut, keeping out the harsh coldness. Groups of men and women were sitting around tables. Barliman could be seen standing near a table. He was listening in to what they had to say. He nod and gave a smile. The next second, he walked away.

"Ah, Jorga!" he said.

This was just the person that was needed.

"It looks busy now" Jorga said, looking around.

Sweat was running down Barliman's forehead. Barliman gave a smile.

"I need you to tend to the people that come in" Barliman told her.

The order of food was still going around his head. But, it would soon be pushed out as a fight erupted between two groups of men. Barliman and Jorga both looked over.

Tables had been pushed out of the way and chairs had been tipped over. Mugs of ale were thrown and plates smashed.

This once peaceful inn was now a scene of fist punching and profanity. Jorga watched as Barliman bravely stepped between the two groups of brawly men.

Some of the men had anger in their eyes and clenched fists. A few good punches had been thrown, injuring some. Jorga wondered if they were going to be alright.

But her gaze was distracted as something brushed against her leg. It was the cat. It looked straight up the girl. The girls looked right back at the feline.

A few seconds past. The cat gracefully walked away towards the heath. It did not seem bothered by the commotion the two groups of men caused.