Jorga took a deep breath, knowing that there would no be a lot of cleaning to do. Barliman was still arguing with the men.
"I do not care who started what, I want you all out!" he said.
The two groups of men were no match for Barliman. When Barliman said it was time to go, nobody could argue with him.
A few minutes past before all of the men had been evicted. The cat had curled up by the fire, taking no notice of the destruction that lay around it.
Barliman took a deep breath as he slammed the door. Jorga slowly walked over to him. Sweat was pouring down Barliman's face even more.
"They always do that" he said, looking very tired.
The tables and chairs were already being put back by the people that had once been seated. Jorga took a deep breath. Going outside had to wait for now.
But the words of the boy she had met still rang in her ears.
"Just watch yourself"
Jorga needed to forget those words, even if it were just for a moment. Barliman had gone to help with the clean up. Plates, candles, mugs and chairs had been strewn across the floor. Blood stains were drying on the dirty floor.
"Is there anything you want me to do?" Jorga asked.
Barliman took a deep breath as he looked at the floor.
"Well, the floor needs a good clean" he said.
Jorga smiled and walked over to the little storage room. Inside, buckets, mops and lots more cleaning equipment. Jorga took out a bucket and a mop. Both liked they had been made long before she was around.
Barliman smiled as he watched the girl walked towards the kitchens. A few seconds later, she vanished behind the door.
Hunger was going in little Elanor.
"It must be time for lunch soon" she thought as she stood by a stile.
Gloria and Elanor had played so much, that they did not want to anymore. Luckily, neither of the girls had to admit that they wanted to go in.
Samwise Gamgee, dressed in a warm coat, walked up the hill. Elanor smiled as she rushed to her father. Samwise smiled as the little girl gave him a big hug.
"Lunch is ready now" Samwise said, ruffling Elanor hair.
Elanor moaned, but agreed it was time to warm up.
"I'll be out after lunch" Elanor told her friend.
Gloria smiled.
"See you later" she said before walking the opposite direction.
Samwise smiled, walking back with his daughter. Frodo Gamgee had already arrived back home. His hunger was stronger then others.
The smell of chicken hit Frodo as his mother opened the door. Rosie smiled, seeing her red nosed son standing there.
"Come on, Frodo, you letting all of the heat out" Rosie said, giving a smile.
Frodo stumbled in, the door closed with a click behind him. Rosie helped her son to take off his coat. Frodo smiled as he hugged his mother out of the blue.
Rosie smiled, Frodo hardly ever did this.
"When is lunch ready?" Frodo asked, looking up.
Rosie took a deep breath.
"In about thirty minutes" she answered.
Thirty minutes was a long time for a young lad. In fact, thirty minutes felt like forever in normal circumstances. Rosie walked back to the kitchen, followed closely by her oldest son.
"Could I have something to eat now?" asked a hopeful Frodo.
But his hopes were dashed at his mother's answer.
"Not now, Frodo, lunch will be ready in thirty minutes, you can wait like the rest of us"
Frodo was now in a sulky mood as he retired back to his room.
"Wait like the rest of us" he muttered as he shut the door.
Rosie smiled and hummed as she continued on preparing a feast for her family. Just a few minutes after Frodo had arrived, the door opened again.
Samwise smiled as he followed his oldest daughter into the house. Elanor smiled as she unbuttoned her coat. She found it much easier then doing them up.
A few minutes later, Elanor arrived at her room. Her hands and large feet were numb due to the coldness. But they quickly warmed up as she sat on her bed.
"What did you get up to?" asked a voice.
It was the wooden horse. It jumped the small distance between the bedside table and the bed itself. Elanor smiled as it galloped the small distance to where she was sitting.
"Me and Gloria fought off some orcs" she said, smiling.
The horse was shocked.
"Orcs?" it asked.
"In Hobbiton?"
Elanor smiled.
"Not real ones!" she pointed out.
The horse galloped around as Elanor watched.
"So, what are we doing today?" the figure asked, trotting on the bed.
Elanor took a deep breath.
"Well, I have to have my lunch soon, then I'm going back out" she told him.
The horse slowly hung its head. Elanor had not spent time with her little toy horse in a few days.
"What's the matter?" she asked, placing him on her lap.
"I wanted to spend some time with you today, just you and me"
Elanor took a deep breath. She could jot leave her friend, Gloria, waiting for her.
"I have an idea" Elanor said, looking down and smiling.
Elanor went onto explain what she had just thought. The horse listened.
"That's a fantastic idea!" he said.
Frodo Gamgee sat on his bed. His stomach was empty and grumbling. Only ten minutes had past since he had come back in from the coldness.
Those ten minutes felt like thirty for the young boy.
"Its got to be ready by now!" thought a hungry Frodo.
He slipped off of his bed and walked towards the closed door. With a click, it swung open. The smell of cooking chicken hit the little boy as he walked towards the kitchen. The smell made Frodo even more hungry.
Rosie was humming as she placed rashers of bacon on the plate. Frodo instantly spotted the chicken, cooling on the side.
Rosie looked around to see her oldest son standing there.
"It'll be ready soon" she said, guessing his question.
Frodo did not like his mother guessing his question before he asked it. the little boy had no reason to stand where he was.
Frodo had to wait twenty more minutes. By that time, lunch was ready. Rosie smiled as she walked towards the kitchen door.
"Lunch is ready!" she shouted.
Frodo smiled as he jumped off of his bed and walked over to the door. The young lad wanted to be first inline when it came having food. But, in the Gamgee household, it was usual for Frodo to be the first to the table.
Frodo and Rosie smiled at each other as the last bowl was place. Elanor was the second one to enter the kitchen. Her seat was on the opposite Frodo's. Rosie remained standing. After a few minutes, Merry, Rose and Samwise had entered the kitchen. All three took their places.
Rosie smiled as she placed seven sausages, a few rashers of bacon, roasted potatoes, a mountain of fried eggs and a pile of mushrooms on each plate.
A rack of toast lay within the mugs and bowls in the middle of the table. Rosie had barely put the mushroom on Frodo's plate before he started shovelling them in.
"Slow down, Frodo, you'll make yourself sick" Rosie told him.
Rosie had now finished sharing the food between the six of them. All of them had an equal share so that there were no arguments.
The weight was taken off of her feet as she sat down. Her chair creaked as she made herself comfortable. The sound of silver wear hitting porcelain echoed around the room.
Silence rang out as food became more important. Rosie took a deep breath as, sausage after sausage, her hunger slowly slipped away. But it would take a lot more food to feel comfortable.
Frodo had finished his rashers of bacon. He loved bacon. He loved the way it crunched as he chewed on it. Frodo soon finished his mushroom, after chasing them around the plate. His sausages were cut and eaten too.
Samwise smiled as he reached over and took a few slices of toast. The butter sat in the middle of the table. A knife had been dug into the butter. Samwise smiled as the toast crunched as he spread the creamy butter onto his cold piece of toast.
The this did not bother Samwise as he did the same to the other piece. The bacon had been left as Samwise buttered the second piece of toast.
A minute later, he started to arrange the rashers on one of the slices of toast. Five pieces of bacon were onto the buttered slice of crunchy bread.
The Gamgee household were having a much warmer and more peaceful time then a little green fairy, far away from where was meant to be.
Ivy had now found the road. But she had yet to find her friends. The little fairy fluttered her wings. Paranoia ran through her as she fluttered. She needed to find Mya before more crows attacked her.
But it would take longer then expected for Ivy to find her friends again. For she was heading the wrong way.
"Maybe if I go higher" she thought.
Going higher meant the risk of attack grew. There was no other choice that Ivy could think of. She needed to see further down the road.
So, fluttering in mid-air for just a second before shooting upwards. The less time she spent away from the safety of the trees, the less time the crows had to attack.
Ivy could see the road snaking away to the east and to the west. On the western horizon, the horizon was littered with hills. Ivy could just about make out Weathertop at the end.
"That means I've been going the wrong way" she said.
She now knew that it would taken even longer for her to reach Origo. Every second that pasted made the distance Ivy had to travel longer and longer.
Elanor was now ready to go out again. She smiled as she put her coat on again. A few drips of cold water fell to the floor.
"Oh!" she said, suddenly remembering something.
In her bed room, the horse was standing on the bedside table.
"She's forgotten me" he said, hanging his head.
But, just a few seconds later, the door opened. There, Elanor rushed in.
"Come on, Elanor!" Samwise said.
Merry, Rose and Frodo were waiting for their big sister to come. Samwise smiled as he saw his daughter scurry towards them.
"Ready?" he asked.
Elanor smiled and nodded. The large, round front door clicked open. All five of them felt the cold air of winter hit them.
Rose and Merry were the first ones out of the door. They, like all of the children, became excited at even the smallest sign of snow.
Rosie smiled as she watched the door close. Every time even the youngest child went out, worry would strengthen in her heart.
"You just have to trust them" she told herself.
Little Pippin whimpered as he was put back into his cot.
"I'll be back in a minute" she said, kissing his forehead.
Pippin's whimpers turning into crying as his mother left the room. Rosie did not like to see any of her children unhappy. It was her gaol to make them all feel loved and to keep them happy.
Rosie entered the kitchen while her son continued to cry. The kettle was quickly taken off of the hook that it hung on. Rosie quickly filled it up with water and placed it back.
Rosie smiled as she walked into the cellar. A small box, which contained tea leaves, was picked out. Sugar and milk were taken out also. They were placed down so that a mug could be taken out of the cupboard.
Pippin still cried as the water slowly started to boil. A little slither of steam snaked up from spout. The sound of bubbling grew louder and louder as the minutes past.
By that time, pippin had calmed down a bit. Rosie hummed as she place a few brittle tealeaves in her mug. The water was now hot enough to pour.
She took the cloth again and picked up the scolding hot handle. The water filled up the mug. Rosie stopped pouring as the water got high enough for her liking.
The tea leaves dances as a silver spoon made the water spin. The once clear water was now becoming darker and darker as the tea dissolved into the hot water.
A few minutes later, the tealeaves were taken out and placed in the wicker bin. Rosie used the same spoon to scoop sugar into her tea.
One, two, three, four, five scoops in total.
Rosie stirred once more before adding the milk. The milk looked like a cloud as it mixed with darkness of tea. Rosie smiled as she placed the mug on the table.
Little Pippin was brought out, his crying had stopped as Rosie entered the kitchen again. she smiled as she sat down.
Rosie's oldest daughter had walked all the way to her friend's home. Gloria smiled as she saw Elanor again.
"You brought horsey?" Gloria asked.
The two girls had decided to play indoors. It was getting too cold for them.
"I thought we could play together" she said.
Gloria found this to be a wonderful idea. Her room would now be their playground. So, after Elanor had taken her coat off and hung it on the hook, the two of them went off to play.
Samwise shivered as he stood in the coldness. He smiled.
"I did not think it would snow again, well, not this much anyhow" he said.
Marigold Gamgee smiled.
"Well, judging by the clouds there, we haven't seen the last of this" she answered.
Marigold had golden hair that reached past her shoulders. She was the youngest of Samwise's siblings.
"I think you maybe right" said a glum Sam.
"Although I'm sure it'll welcomed by some" he said, looking over at his children.
Many more hobbits were out in the coldness. Hobbits could be seen wondering on nearly every field. Newly married couples held hands as they walked this white wonderland.
Other couples were watching their children or playing with them. Snowballs and snow hobbits were made. Children's laughter echoed around.
Marigold parted ways and headed towards the Green Dragon. There, she would meet her two sisters, Daisy and May.
Marigold's curly hair waved in the slow moving harsh wind. It was then she stopped. She had seen a familiar face walking up the hill.
But it not Pimpernel, nor was it Daisy. In fact, this was not a female hobbit walking up, it was a male hobbit that went by the name of Tom. He was the brother of Rosie Cotton, her brother's wife.
Butterflies started to fluttering inside of her. He was a very attractive hobbit. So much so that a small group of hobbit lasses would follow him, for a distance mind. They would giggle and whisper.
Tom was only three years older then Marigold. Yet, where as Marigold was the youngest, Tom was the oldest. He had a younger sister, Rosie and three younger brothers.
Carl, who had acquired the nickname Nibs. Bowman, also known by another name, Nick. Then there was Jolly, who's real name was Wilcome.
Tom caught Marigold's eye and gave a smile.
"Good morning" he said, giving a small nod.
Marigold did not answer. She couldn't answer. Words had been taken away from her. after a few paces, Tom looked back to see marigold standing there. Deep down, he liked marigold. But he was scared to tell her. For, as liked as he was, he was not the most confident of hobbits.
Tom continued to look back. He saw that Marigold had started to walk again. Tom sniffed as he gave a smile. The group of giggling girls walked past Marigold.
"Where do you think he's going?" whispered one of them.
Marigold looked back. They were her main fear. If Tom chose one of them over her. It was not worth thinking about.
"Just give it time, Mari" she told herself.
The door to the green dragon opened. As usual, the strong smell of tobacco smoke hit her. The elders seemed to have their own table along the back of the drinking house.
Marigold smiled as she shut the door again. laughter rang out as group of drunken hobbits sat near a large misted window.
Marigold looked around and saw her friends sitting at the table.
"Afternoon" she said.
Daisy and May smiled as they sat there.
"What took you so long?" Daisy asked.
"Oh, I had to do the dishes, you know how much I like to cook" she answered.
May smiled.
"Well, I don't know about you, but I think another pint is in order" she said.
A few seconds later, May stood up. She walked towards the wooden bar and ordered three large pints of ale. Daisy smiled. A strange vibe radiated off of Marigold as she sat there.
Daisy noticed that her friend was a little bit distracted as May returned. Three pints were placed on the table.
"Thank you" said Marigold.
Hobbit pints were different to dwarven or human pints. In fact, to humans, hobbit pints were half pints. But a half pint was enough for a hobbit. After a few hobbit sized pints, they would become very drunk.
Gloria and Elanor were now in their own world. The two of them, although there was nothing in their hands, were carrying silver blades with golden handle.
They were nearing their destination.
Mordor.
Mordor, in their minds, still existed. Elanor knew little of what happened to her father all those years ago. Although she had been told stories of what had happened. She was still to young to fully understand what happened.
Samwise's young children did not even know about the red book. Not even Frodo, the boy who was named after the Ring Bearer, knew what really happened.
One day, Elanor hopped to see the book again and read it all, from front to back. Little did she know that she would actually get to read it. but not any time soon.
"Hurry!" said Elanor, jumping off of the bed.
Gloria smiled as she jumped from the bed. the two girls had reached a large dangerous forest.
"Shh" Elanor said.
The forest was dark, old and very cold. The mountain range that they had come through was now behind them, rising up into the sky.
Birds with new songs flew around them. The sunlight failed to penetrate the forest floor. The forest floor was dark and damp. Drips of moister fell from the full developed canopy above.
Twigs snapped as the two girls continued to walk through the never ending forest. Strange noises echoed through the wild forest. Even though it was the height of summer, the forest was cold. Warmth did not seem to build up under the carpet of leaves.
"What's that?" asked Gloria in surprise.
A shadow figure move in the forest just a hundred meters away. But its outline was broken up by the many branches and massive trunks of the trees. Elanor watched as the figure moved on a small way and stopped.
Her breathing had quickened just a tad as she placed a foot out. As her foot touched the moss covered forest floor, a twig broke.
The figure instantly darted away. Elanor and Gloria were both as scared as each other. But their imagination was quickly taken away from as the door opened.
Gloria looked over to see her old mother came in. Gloria smiled as noticed the trey that she was holding.
"Thought you may like some of these" she said, placing the trey on the bed.
Two mugs of cold milk and a dozen warm muffins had been placed on the trey.
"Thank you, mummy" Gloria said, hugging her.
Elanor gave Gloria's mother a smile. Gloria picked up her mug and took a few large gulps. Elanor picked up one of the muffins. The muffin had little melt bits of chocolate imbedded into it.
Elanor pealed back the paper that surround the bottom half of the muffin and placed it on the trey. She smiled as she took a large bite.
A minute later, Gloria did the same. Elanor and Gloria finished their first muffin quite quickly. But, being a hobbit, it would take many more muffins to fill them up.
Ten minutes past.
The two girls only had two muffins left to eat, having eaten four each. Elanor picked up her mug of milk and drank 'til she did not feel so full. It was then that she could eat the last two.
Consuming the last two muffins took another few minutes. Elanor was ready to play again, but she had to wait. For Gloria had yet to finish her last muffin. She took picked up her mug again and drank a large amount milk.
Elanor smiled as she looked around. Her imagination was on fire again as she picked up her little toy.
"I know what!" she said, suddenly getting an idea.
Gloria smiled, wondering what her friend had to say.
"We could go outside to play, we could rescue them for Mor… Mor…"
Elanor had a hard time pronouncing the name that her father had told her.
"Evil place Mordor was. It had ash filled skies and poisonous gasses erupting just feet away from where you were walking" he told her.
Elanor sat on her father's lap. Samwise wished that his son, Frodo, had the same curiosity for his stories that his daughter hand.
Sam remembered the conversation he had with Frodo Baggins.
"I wonder if we'll ever be put into songs or tale" Samwise queered.
Frodo looked around.
"What?" he asked, a confused look upon his face.
"I wonder if people will ever say, 'Lets hear about Frodo and the ring', and they'll say 'Yes! That's one of my favourite stories', 'Frodo was really courageous, wasn't he, dad?"
The two hobbits continued to walk through a forest, on their way to the very heart of Mordor. The ring of power was getting ever closer to the Mountain of Doom.
"Yes, my boy" continued Sam.
"The most famousest of Hobbits. And that's saying a lot"
Frodo gave a little laugh.
"You've left out one of the chief character" Frodo told him.
"Samwise the Brave, I want to hear more about Sam"
Samwise gave a small smile and stopped. Frodo had stopped as well.
"Frodo wouldn't have got far without Sam"
To this day, Samwise had been proud to be just a small part of the quest. In fact, he was a very big part of the quest, having been at Frodo's side all the way to the plains of Gorgoroth.
But now, the days of peace reigned over the lands of Middle-earth. Some still did not know of the peril that they faced. Yet some did.
A boy smiled as he stood in the snow. He took a deep breath looking out on the white plain that surrounded the outcrop of rock.
A large hall was seated perilously close to a large cliff. In face, the whole town was situated on a hillside. To the East of Edoras lay Minas Tirith and Gondor, to the West lay Isengard and Fangorn.
Éothain stood before just outside of his door. He had a large, but old, coat on. It had many holes where it, but not enough to throw away.
Éothain looked around.
"Where is she?" he asked himself, knocking on the door again.
A few seconds later, the door opened. A woman stood on the opposite side. She smiled.
"Oh, there you are" she said.
The young lad walked in. Morwen smiled as she closed the door behind him. Éothain smiled as he walked to the basic kitchen. He placed a small basket down on the old table.
His mother had followed him in. She did not say a word. Packets of food were placed in a very small cellar. It was not like the cellars that hobbits had built. These were small compared to them. In fact, they were so small that there was no room to walk into it.
A few moments later, all of the packets of food were placed into the small cellar. Morwen smiled as she closed the cellar. Éothain had retired back to his room. The whole house was freezing cold. A whistling sound ran through the whole house. The winds around Edoras were greater then any in Middle-earth. A few times, a wall of a house would give way, crashing down on its occupants and killing them.
But Morwen's main troubles were the thatched roof that kept the rain out, the troubles of her children, both Freda and Éothain, and the fact that they had a minimal amount of money.
This were even more difficult since Morwen was widowed. Her husband had been killed by a group of orcs and Wildmen.
"Go, quickly" he said.
Morwen did not want this to happen. She could hear the screams and sheer terror of the villagers outside.
"Get the children out" he said.
A large sword was then taken out of its scabbard. It glinted in the light of the sun pouring through the wind.
"Please" Morwen said, tears running down her face.
But there was anger in her husbands eyes.
"I will not let Rohan fall, not if we have strength left" he said.
But his efforts were dashed as he and the group of men, thirty in all, were all killed. Morwen had made sure her children had got away from the sight of terror before she too left.
Houses burned to the ground as the Westfold fell into the ever tightening grip of Saruman. Men, women and children were all killed as a dark wave of terror spread over the lands.
The sun continued on its never ending path over the free lands of Middle-earth. The darkening sky was a sign that night was approaching. Most people would take this as a sign to make their way indoors and sit in front of a flicking heath.
But this was what Mya could not do. In fact, she was many miles away from a warm heath and a good meal. In fact, she and the small bundle of sleeping puppy needed it more then ever. For neither of them had felt warmth and the fullness of a stomach all day.
Something that Mya did not expect came into view in the darken surrounding. The flat land seemed to fall away for a few meters, then reappear again.
A river ran from left to right. A bridge made out of cold stone made sure that who ever crossed it did not have to wade through the freezing water.
Origo's little eyes were closed. They had been for most of the day. Mya's feet crushed as she walked over the snow. The sound of water grew as she reached the edge of the bridge.
For a few minutes, Mya stood there, looking at the water rushing past. The girl took a deep breath and looked down at the pup.
"Just hang in there, pup" she said, kissing him on the top of his head.
Mya was relived when Origo gave a little whimper. The girl gave a small as she started to walk again. But Mya was not the only one heading towards Rivendell. A fluttering fairy was getting ever closer and closer to the girl.
Ivy was now a mile away from the bridge. The snow was helping Ivy track the girl. For no one, apart from Mya, had walked the path to the Elven settlement.
Mya's green glow helped light up Mya's foot prints.
"Almost there" Ivy told herself.
The fact that Origo was still heading to Radagast drove her ever onwards. The distance continued to shorten as Ivy continued to fly.
Another hour past and the sun had fully set. Mya now needed a place to rest, having walked for most of the day. Mya made her way off of the path. The trees were creating silhouettes against the sky. The cloud cover made it easier to find the perfect tree.
Ivy had reached the bridge. The water reflected her green light as she fluttered over it. Mya's footsteps were still visible. But this was soon was to change. Ivy's concentration had been taken from her.
It was a few minutes before she realised that the foot prints in the snow had stopped. So, ivy stopped.
"Where have they gone?" she asked herself, checking every square inch of the road.
After a few minutes, Ivy knew that Mya had turned off.
"But where?" she asked herself.
So, Ivy had to backtrack. Her eyes were still scanning every inch of the road. Ivy stopped yet again as the prints in the snow came back into the view.
Ivy stopped and followed the footsteps as they went into the forest. Ivy's wings propelled her through the air. A large smile came over her as she saw a pair of legs by a tree.
She had finally found Mya and Origo.
Mya, who had been staring into a distant spot, suddenly saw something out of the corner of her eye. Mya could not believe what she was seeing.
"Ivy?" Mya asked.
Ivy fluttered close to Mya.
"What happened?" she whispered.
The little fairy hung her head.
"Last night" Ivy started.
The rest was explained in detail.
"Well, I'm glad your back" Mya whispered.
Ivy smiled. The coldness was slowly replaced by warmth. Warmth that Mya needed. Ivy then fluttered to little Origo. Ivy smiled as she touched Origo just above the nose. The puppy whimpered and opened his eyes.
He blinked a few times before realising that it was Ivy. Mya smiled as little Origo started to squirm.
"Oh, puppy!" she said.
Origo was released from his fluffy blanket. Mya watched as Origo bounded towards the greenness. Ivy and Origo played for a few minutes, both happy to see each other.
"Puppy" said Ivy, being wrestled to the cold ground.
"Puppy, your tickling me" Ivy said, trying to fend him off.
Origo's little tail wagged. Even though it was getting late, tiredness seemed to been scared away as the little puppy stood there.
"Alright, pup" Mya said, scooping him up.
"Do you want some food?" she asked.
Origo gave a little whimper. Ivy had vanished again.
"Ivy?" Origo whimpered, looking around.
The pup's eyes darted around for a few seconds. The green light of Ivy erupted from behind Mya's back.
"Right" said Mya, dragging the now heavy bag towards her.
Origo suddenly started whimpering and squirming. He had caught the scent of the fresh chicken that Ivy had magically produced.
"Calm down, pup" Mya said, trying not to make Origo attack her bag.
Origo whimpered as he was held away from the lovely smell of cooked, honey roasted turkey. Mya smiled as she took out the plate. On it was a mountain of turkey, just for Origo.
What seemed like minutes past for the small pup as Mya placed it on the floor. Origo finally slipped out of Mya grasp. Within seconds, Ori started to eat.
Mya smiled as another lump appeared in her bag. This was Ivy's doing too. A fresh, warm loaf of bread was taken out of her bag. Mya smiled as ripped the loaf and started to eat.
It was as she took the first mouthful that her hunger really kicked in. This was the first lot of food that she had eaten since Ivy had come back.
Origo chomped away, the amount of turkey slowly lessened. But one plate would not be enough for little Origo as he finished the last piece.
The fairy giggled as Origo licked the plate clean.
"Puppy, would you like some more?" asked Mya.
Ori looked up at the girl. Mya smiled as she reached into the bag. Yet another plate of delicious turkey was steaming as Mya placed it down.
Ivy was amazed that this small puppy could eat so much. But his rate of eating had slowed due to feeling very full. Mya looked down to see Origo eating very slowly now. He had only had half of his second plate of turkey.
"You done?" Ivy finished, fluttering by him.
Origo gave a little whimper and a small nod. Ivy smiled as the two plates disappeared. Origo was now ready for a good nights sleep. So was Mya as she took a sip of the cool water that Ivy had also magically produced.
Origo yawned as he stood there. His little eyes started to close as sleep came back to him.
"I think it's time for bed" Mya said, screwing the cap on and placing it back in her bag.
A new, dry blanket had been given to little Origo. Mya smiled as she picked him up and wrapped him. This was the catalyst that sent Origo into a deep sleep.
Mya smiled as she too started to fall asleep. The little fairy fluttered and settled in Mya's pocket. The night would be more bearable now that the little green fairy had returned.