Eothain lay in a freezing room. The wind and coldness had kept him up for most of the night. But, just as the first signs of a new day poured through the cracked window, sleep finally won.
A very old blanket was been spread out across the bed. But this did not stop the coldness from being fought away. In fact, Eothain's feet and hands were very cold.
Morwen, his mother, who was now getting very old, slept in the second room of the house. She, unlike Eothain, had a heath flickering in her room. But she did not have much wood.
The realms of Rohan and Gondor were still recovering from the war between good and evil. Scars of war still echoed throughout the land.
The wall of Helms deep had been repaired. But there was still a noticeable different in the colours of the stone. Helms deep would never be resorted to its former glory, for so many people had died for what they believed in.
Many of the men and lads that had fought in the Battle of the Hornburg still remembered the wrath of the Uruk-hai.
Isengard suffered the most damage. Trees had been cut down for firewood. Smoke rose into the air as furnaces melted metal. Swords and plated armour were stacked up, waiting for a bloodthirsty orc to take.
Morwen still have vivid dreams about the creams and panic that she had encountered. Even the bravest of men cowered and hid. Houses started to burn as the wave of men and orcs swept over the villages of Rohan.
But now, all was now peaceful.
Things were especially peaceful in the Shire. The small village of Hobbiton, which just hours before was cloaked darkness, was now waking up to a crisp new day.
Diamond Took slept peacefully in her warm bed. Her large, stunning blue eyes were closed. The rest of her small torso was covered by a large warm blanket.
All hobbits of Hobbiton were asleep. From the elders to the littluns. The night was quiet. The bird song had died down only to be replaced by a constant snore from the bigger built Halflings.
As the hours past, the sun rose. But its warmth did not. A fine mist lay over the lands. Small black dots started to spring out of distance forests.
The sound of bird song started to echo around the village of hills and paths. Foxes still reigned over the cold lands, searching for that last morsel of food before retiring to their small dens.
Rabbits were the perfect snack. They were more elusive then hobbits around these parts, having grown to expect danger where ever and when ever they were.
A sly fox lay low to the ground. Its red coat was a disadvantage, but it had stealth on its side. The fox was now meters away from its tasty treat.
But something happened that made the little rabbit scamper. Another fox had been tracking the same rabbit.
"Oh no you don't" said the fox.
Two hungry creatures were now running after the poor rabbit. The bunny dodged around trees. But she could not shake off the two creatures.
Her burrow was just a few meters away. But the foxes were bearing down on her and quickly. But her luck would soon change as one of the foxes changed his plans.
The rabbit dived into her burrow just in time as the two foxes started to fight against each other. The bigger of the two foxes would not give up his meal that easily.
The little bunny was shaking with fright. She could hear the two foxes fighting just inches above her. But she knew she was safe.
The sound of fighting echoed through the chambers.
"What is that?" asked another bunny.
The first bunny looked around. Her ears twitched with ever shriek from the foxes above.
"Nothing" said the older and larger rabbit.
The two foxes continued to fight. Their teeth sinking into its opponents flesh. Their sharp claws were also used. Bits of red hair landed on the floor.
The larger fox had a must harder hit and stronger jaws. The smaller one fox felt a sharp pain in its shoulder. The weight of the fox on top of him forced him to the ground. No matter how hard he tried to fight his enemy off, the more it hurt.
After a few minutes, he was let go.
"The rabbits are mine!" he growled.
The younger fox backed away, knowing not to fight with the larger one.
"Back away" it growled, ready to fight again.
Inside, everything had gone quiet. A large family of rabbits sat in the pitch blackness. A few of the younger bunnies were asleep, having slept through the sound of the foxes above.
Some were curios, coming out of their own chambers and looking around. But only one was brave enough to see if the coast was clear.
"Be careful" said one of the little ones.
All of the rabbits had long ears, which made it better for listening. They had little twitching noses and a brown coat.
The brave bunny hopped only inches towards opening. The misty sky came into view. But there was no fox as of yet. Another few inches would bring it to one of the entrances to the burrow.
The rabbits fluffy head poked out of the entrance. He surveyed his area for a few seconds. But he had been seen. The large fox had been quietly waiting for a rabbit to appear.
Now was its chance.
Large jaws encased the rabbits head, its teeth dug into its very skull. The rabbits squealed for a split second before being taken from his burrow.
The fox growled as the lifeless body of the rabbit was put down on the snow. For a few seconds, the fox just looked at the rabbit. He growled and picked it up again, knowing that it was truly dead.
Diamond had awoken at her usual time. Nine chimes had pulled her from her deep sleep. Her eyes instantly slid over to the window.
A new days had started, but Diamond did not rise from her bed.
"I need more sleep" she told herself, closing her eyes again.
But, the sound of whimpers made sure that she would not sleep until bedtime that night. Faramir had woken up as well, like he had done for most of the night.
Diamond took a deep breath as she finally got out of bed. Faramir had woken up every few hours. Diamond, being the a good mother, attended to him quite quickly.
"Hello" she said, lifting him out.
Faramir had wriggled out of his warm blanket and was now cold. Diamond as she picked him and his blanket up.
"You've wriggled out of your blanket sweetie" she said, rewrapping the baby.
Faramir cries died down a bit, but started up again just a few minutes after. This time, for a different reason. Even though Faramir could only babble, whine and giggle, Diamond had a pretty good idea of what her son needed and wanted.
"I think so too" she said.
Diamond knew that she could not make Faramir's breakfast without putting him down first. She needed two hands to prepare his meal. But there was not a second pair of hands to hold her son.
"I'm sorry, baby, I need to put you back in your cot"
She hoped that Faramir would understand, but he did not. His crying become louder as he was placed back.
"I know sweetheart, mummy will be right back" she said.
It hurt Diamond to leave her little son like this, but she had to do it. Diamond walked into her kitchen for a few minutes, the walked out again.
She smiled as she picked up her whimpering son.
"Right, Mister" she said, picking him up.
"Lets get some breakfast, then we can relax"
Rosie Gamgee had risen as well. Her breakfast would much more different. But it would take more effort. For she did not have just herself to feed, by five other hungry hobbits to feed as well.
An hour past before she was ready to serve up. My that time, Samwise, Pippin, Merry, Rose, Elanor and Frodo were all up. The calmness and silence that Rosie had for a brief moment had now changed to commotion and noise.
Rosie finally sat down to breakfast, an hour after starting. The heath sent black smoke to the cold outside world. Another day of playing was on was the agenda for both Frodo and Elanor.
But first, they had to eat. And eat they did. Frodo was on his second helping of sausages and bacon. Elanor was also on her second helping.
Rosie smiled as her children started finish their second, and last, helping. Elanor and Frodo were the first to leave the table, closely followed by Rose and Merry. Rosie and Samwise were left sitting there.
The sound of her children playing echoed through the house. But the sound of playing changed. Samwise took a deep breath as he heard Rose started to cry.
His chair scrapped along the tilted floor as he stood up. He took a deep breath as walked out of the kitchen. Merry scurried towards the kitchen.
"Daddy, Rose is hurted!" he said, looking quite worry.
"I'll see to her, son" Samwise told him.
Rose was sitting on the floor, tears pouring down her face. Her hands were wrapped around her knee.
"What happened here?" asked Samwise, squatting down.
His daughter's eyes glinted like little marbles glinting in the flickering candle light.
"Hurt my knee" she whimpered.
Samwise smiled.
"Well, this wont do" he said, picking her up.
"Lets go and see what we can do about it" he said.
Rose rested her head on her father's shoulder. Rosie was still trying to feed a very disobedient Pippin. She took a deep breath and looked up to see Sam walking back in.
"Sit yourself down there" Samwise said, placing her down.
Rosie loved how caring her Samwise was. Samwise walked to cupboard and took out a small bowl. He filled it was cold water and walked back to his daughter.
"This may hurt" he said.
Rose gave a small in take of breath as Samwise dabbed the cloth on her graze. Rosa gave a small whimper, but after a while, the pain started to disappear.
"It should be fine for now, princess" Samwise told her.
Rose's cries had now dried up, she was feeling much better.
"I'm thirsty" Rose squeaked.
Samwise smiled as he took the bowl and tipped the water into the sink. A few seconds later, he turned around. The bowl and cloth had been set beside the sink.
"And what would my little princess like to drink?" he asked, picking her up.
Rose thought for a moment.
"Hot chocolate" she said, smiling.
Samwise smiled. He placed his daughter down and walked towards the cellar. Rose smiled as she waited for her father to come back.
Pippin was sitting in his high chair, looking at his big sister. Rose loved playing with the baby. Pippin always giggled as little Rose made faces and tickled him.
"Now Rose, little Pippin needs his breakfast" Rosie told her.
This was a polite way of telling her daughter to leave them be for a few minutes. Rose took a deep breath and stopped. It felt like she hardly ever got time to play with her little brother.
Samwise smiled as she emptied the kettle of water. The sink drained it away. Samwise then filled it up with a few mugs worth of milk.
Like the water that had just been before, the milk started to heat up. Samwise got out a mug and placed it on the worktop. Rose had sat back down in her seat. Pippin was still interested in what she was up to.
Rosie took a deep breath as Sam appeared out of the cellar.
"Are you eating like a good boy?" Samwise asked, seeing that Pippin had started a little tantrum.
No matter how hard Rosie tried, Pippin was not going to eat. After a few minutes, Rosie knew that she could not and would not win.
Samwise brought out a small silver spoon and started scoop a chocolaty powder into the mug. A few more minutes past before the milk was hot enough.
Rose smiled as she heard the sound of her father stirring the milk echoed around the kitchen. Rosie smiled as she stood up and placed the bowl by the sink. There were mountains of used bowls, plates, knives and forks to wash up.
Rose smiled as her father carefully placed the full mug of hot chocolate before her.
"Careful now, its very hot" he warned.
But little rose knew exactly what to do as the sound of quick footsteps echoed from the corridor. Elanor stood there. She was finally ready to go out and play. In fact, she had already put her coat on.
"Could I go and see Gloria?" Elanor asked, giving her mother a bit smile.
Rosie smiled.
"Of course" she answered.
Elanor was excited, she always was when it was time to go out and play. But, before she could run off, she was stopped.
"What is it?" she asked.
Rosie smiled as she beckoned her daughter forward. Elanor received a large hug from her mother.
"What are the two things you have remember when you go outside?" she asked.
Elanor thought for a moment.
"Do not go over the bridge" she started.
"And be back in time for lunch"
Rosie smiled.
"Good girl"
The two of them hugged and kissed. Little Elanor smiled as she scurried out. Not three minutes later, Frodo came walking in.
He smiled.
"Can I go out yet?" he asked.
Rosie, who had started to fill the sink up with water, turned around.
"Yes, dear" she said.
But, like little Elanor, Frodo was stopped.
"But, why?" he asked.
Rosie beckoned him forward. Frodo took a deep breath and slowly walked back to his mother.
"What are the two things you have to remember when you go outside?" she asked.
Frodo already knew what they were.
"I know what they are!" Frodo said, looking away.
But Rosie wanted to hear it from him. Frodo sighed.
"To pick on Elanor and to throw snowballs at her" he said.
Frodo gave a small smile, but stopped when he saw the seriousness on his mother's face.
"To not go over the bridge and be back for lunch" he said.
Rosie gave a smile.
"That wasn't so hard now, was it?" she asked.
Frodo and Rosie hugged before the little boy scampered off. Rosie took a deep breath as she stood back to full height. Little Rose smiled at her mother as she walked by.
Rosie attended to Pippin as he sat in his highchair. The sound of the front door closing echoed down to the kitchen. Rose and Merry were the next ones to ask to go out. But they were too young to go out by themselves.
Meanwhile, Mya and Origo were moving ever closer to Rivendell and to Radagast. But the Mya and Origo were not alone. A little fairy had taken her seat on Mya's shoulder. Ivy was holding onto a few strands of Mya's hair as she sat there.
Origo was now wide awake. His little brown eyes darted around as the amount of trees grew. The three of them were now entering troll territory. But trolls had not been seen in more then sixty years.
Three stone trolls sat in the forest, echoes of the adventures of one Bilbo Baggins. Echoes of what happened that night still around the forest.
A small robin sat on a large arm, suspended over the cold ground. Drips fell to the snowy ground. The plants of summer were now hidden, waiting for the snow to thaw and the weather to warm.
"Mutton yesterday, mutton today and blimey, if it don't look like mutton tomorrow" said one of them.
"Never a blinking bit of manflesh have we had for long enough"
The trolls started to argue amongst themselves for a while. They were so busy with arguing that a small creature had crept up to see what they were up to.
Bilbo was now in a very difficult and dangerous situation. The trolls could easily squash the poor hobbit immense fingers.
Thorin expected great things from the little hobbit. After all, it had been Gandalf that he chosen Bilbo to come along.
So, Bilbo had only one choice to make. The flickering flames of the large fire the three dopey trolls had made, lit up by a dancing fire made from large logs. A massive pan, capable of fitting Bombur in whole.
Bilbo held his breath as saw something bulging out of one of the troll's pockets. Bilbo inched forward. His hand wrapped around part of the leather purse.
But, just as Bilbo was pull it out, he was caught. His feet were swept cleanly off of the ground as one of the trolls, William to be exact, picked him up.
"Blimey, Bert, look what I've copped!" he said.
"What is it?" the other two asked, spotting a squirming creature in his grasp.
"Lumme, if I knows!" Will answered.
Bilbo could smell the harsh breath of the troll.
"What are you?" he asked.
Bilbo had lost his voice.
"Bilbo Baggins" the hobbit answered.
"A bur… A hobbit"
Bilbo was shaking with fright, trying to figure out how to make the owl noises before he was killed. But something happened that Bilbo did not want.
The three trolls, Bert, William and Tom, all started to fight. The noise of fighting trolls echoed around the forest. Thorin and the twelve other dwarves were worried for poor Bilbo.
"We need to save him" said Kili.
Thorin thought for a moment.
"Where is Gandalf?" he asked.
But none of the thirteen knew what to do. Balin, who was dressed in a red coat and had a flowing white beard, volunteered to go first.
A small bit of nervousness grew in his head as he slowly took his sword of out his scabbard. He could see the outline of three monstrous trolls. But the little figure of Bilbo could not be seen.
"Bilbo?" he asked, his voice was deep and had a hit of Scottish entwined within it.
Balin had strayed too far. Like Bilbo, a sack had been thrust over his very head. His shouts had been muffled out.
"There's more to come yet!" said Tom, holding the squirming bag.
"Or I'm mighty mistook. Lots and none at all, it is. No burrahobbits, but lots of these here dwarves. That's about the shape of it"
Bert, William and Tom all slid out of the light and waited. Soon, after each dwarf had investigated why the one before it did not return, all of them had been sacked.
Bifur and Bombur were one of the last to get caught. Both Bifur and the large silhouette of Bombur had given the trolls a run for their money. But both succumbed to the power of the trolls.
Only one dwarf was left. Thorin knew what was happening.
"What's all this trouble? Who has been knocking my people about?" he asked.
Bilbo had escaped.
"It's trolls!" he said, from behind the tree.
Thorin could see fright in the little hobbit's eyes.
"They're hiding in the bushes with sacks"
The three trolls had captured all of the dwarves that they thought were out in the forest. They now had a painstakingly long decision about how too cook them.
An argument broke out between them as the sun rose. But the sun did not out of its own accord. Gandalf was the culprit of the sunlight rising quickly.
As soon as the sunlight touched the trolls, they turned to stone.
"Excellent!" said a familiar voice.
Gandalf stepped out from behind a tree. The light of the sun was now peaking over the eastern horizon, showing paths, rivers and valleys that had been hidden under a cloak of darkness.
Mya smiled as she continued her journey. But soon, she would have to stop. Origo gave a small whimper and looked up at her. Both shared the same brown eyes, a small hint of what Mya really was.
Mya looked down and smiled.
"Hungry?" she asked, already knowing what the puppy would say.
Sure enough, Origo nodded. Ivy smiled as she fluttered into the air. A few minutes later, Mya stopped. She was hungry as well. She and the little pup had not eaten since the night before. Breakfast was defiantly needed.
After a few more minutes, Mya finally stopped. The warmth that Ivy had given her night before had now gone. Mya had woken up earlier then normal that day. She knew that she needed to cover as much ground as possible.
"Are you not having breakfast?" Ivy asked.
But Origo had still been asleep as Mya shook her head.
"I'll have it when the puppy has it" she whispered.
But, it had been a full hour of walking before Origo showed any signs of waking up. But, now that he was awake, Mya could have something to eat.
The girl smiled as she sat down on a less snow covered patch of the forest. Origo was still bundled up in his little blanket. But, as Mya sat down, he started to whimper and struggled out of his blanket.
"Puppy, calm down" she said.
But she could not win against the squirming pup. A few seconds later, Origo slipped out of the warm blanket. Ivy fluttered just over head.
Origo sniffed the floor. There were strange tracks on the forest floor. Prints of birds, foxes and coated wolves lead in different directions, weaving around trees and logs.
Ivy had secretly produced yet another plate of steaming turkey for the pup. Mya smiled as she reached into her bag. Origo's little tail wagged as he tried to scoff the turkey down before Mya had even got it out of the bag.
"Calm down, pup" Mya said, pushing Origo's fluffy face away.
The puppy whimpered, but did not have to wait long as the plate was placed down. Mya smiled as the whimpering pup stood there.
"Go on then" she said.
Origo instantly darted forward. Ivy giggled as she watched the little pup. At the moment, Origo was not bothered about being cold. But, if someone distracted him from his turkey eating duties, then he would not be a happy puppy.
Mya was the first to feel Ivy's warmth. It was as the warmth trickled around her body that she noticed how cold she actually was. And she did not know how hungry she was until she smelt the faint smell fresh bread that hunger showed itself.
Ivy fluttered around, watching him eat. Patches of white plate could be seen through the pieces of turkey. Soon, the whole plate was cleared of any turkey that had once been there.
Mya had started to eat just as Ori had finished. She smiled as she watched the puppy lick the plate clean, even after any visible signs of the turkey had gone.
The plate vanished as Ivy fluttered around. A little whimper came from the pup as he looked at the ground. But today, it did not seem to bother the pup much.
Ori was now interested in chasing after his little fairy friend.
"Origo, stop!" Ivy said, fluttering out of reached with just inches to spare.
Mya gave a small smile. She had seen Origo do this many times before. But Origo had not been on his own when he had done it.
Mya and Pilith were walking through a warm and bright forest. The sun still grew in the sky. The wind cooled the little pup down at the explored the forest.
Pilith stopped as he ran around the forest. Mya was walking calmly behind him. Pilith could see something on the floor. He did not know what it was, this was where his curiosity stepped in.
"Don't you want to see what it is?" asked a voice in his head.
The pup turned his head and looked over at Mya. She stopped and tilted her head. Her ears flowed over her fluffy head. Her brown eyes glinted with a questioning look.
Pilith wagged his tail and bounded off towards the hole in the ground. Mya followed a few seconds later, bouncing less then her fellow pup.
Pilith reached the edge of the hole in the ground. There was a strange smell about the air. One that made Pilith think.
"Now" he thought, reaching into the back of his memory.
His newest memories consisted of a dark land, riddled with flames, lava and ash. But, Pilith's mind continued to slip ever further back in time.
"Pilith?" Mya whimpered, now standing on his left hand side.
Pilith snapped out of his little day dream and looked at his friend. Mya blinked twice and gave him a little nudge.
"What's down there?" Pilith whined, looking down at the hole.
Mya looked at it too. She could smell what Pilith was smelling too.
"I think its bunny rabbits" she answered, thinking.
Pilith had not seen rabbits in a while. Now was the time to see one. But his plan would not go as he wanted it to go.
"I want to see one" he told Mya.
But, before she could advise him not to do so, Pilith had ducked his head and walked in. Mya knew that Pilith would get into trouble, it was only a matter of time.
Pilith could not see any light where he was. The small corridors between chambers were barely big enough for him to crawl through. His fur was now muddy. It seemed to stick to a few strands of his fur.
Just then, something moved up ahead, making the puppy stop. He could not see what it was, but he could feel its presents as it hopped away.
The bunny was just as big as he was and just as fluffy and soft. Pilith sniffed around again. It was then, as he sniffed the side of little burrow, that he felt something touch him.
Have gave a little whimper. But it did not answer. He could not see it, but he could hear small thuds as the bunny backed away.
Mya had waited long enough.
"Pilith?" she barked into the hole.
Her bark echoed down the small burrow. The burrow had a lot of entrances and exits. But Pilith could not find any of them. in fact, he was lost.
"Mya?" he barked back.
But there was no reply. The little puppy whimpered. He wanted to get out now. He needed his Mya with him.
"Mya?" he barked a bit louder.
This was the start of a very scary reaction for Pilith. The ground started to thud where he stood. But it was no hungry wolf or ravenous fox. Instead, it was a horde of bunnies, woken up by the barking puppy.
Before Pilith knew what was happening, he was knocked off of his paws by the first of many a rabbit. Mya was surprised at all of the little bunny rabbits exiting the burrow.
But there was still no sign of Pilith. The rabbits scattered into wild as quickly as they could hop. A few moments after the rabbits had scampered away, Pilith popped out.
Mya bound towards him.
"Are you alright?" she asked, giving him a gentle nudge.
Pilith was whimpering. He never wanted to see another rabbit again.
"I'm hungry" Pilith whimpered.
Mya felt the same. She, like her friend, was also tired. A few seconds past before the two puppies, now very warm, moved off.
Goldberry and Tom lived just a few hundred meters from where they were. But their house could not be seen through the pillars of trees.
The canopy above them made shadows dance around the grassy ground. As the two pups walked along, birds sang and fluttered over head.
In Tom's house, a little bird had fluttered in. Tom was sitting on one of his large, comfortable chairs. The bird landed on the arm rest to the left had side.
A song came out of his the little robin's beak. Tom gave a small smile and nodded. The bird perched there for a few more seconds before he flew off.
Pilith and Mya had now reached the threshold of the house. They had changed back into their human form. They had decided that the fur that surrounded them when they were puppies were making them too hot.
"Ah, my friends" said Tom in his usual cheery self.
"It is good to have you back and just into for lunch" he said.
The two puppies had now changed back to their human forms. Mya smiled as she walked over the threshold and into the cool room. Tom remained seated as Pilith and Mya stood.
The light in the room seemed to grow as Goldberry entered. She was carrying two bowls full of food. She smiled at Pilith as she placed the bowls on the table.
After a few minutes, Goldberry had set the table for lunch. Pilith smiled as he took his seat next to Mya. Tom got up from his chair with what looked like no effort at all.
The table was set in just a few minutes. Mugs of cool, clear water were place out. Four in total, one for each of the beings that would be seated at the table.
A fresh loaf of bread, made by Goldberry, had been cut and placed out for them. A large chunk of butter had been made by Goldberry as well.
Meanwhile, Mya was in a totally different situation. A little puppy was scampering around her feet, creating prints around her larger ones. Mya gave a little smile as Ivy nearly got caught by him.
"Almost" she said, fluttering around him.
A little bark echoed around the thickening forest. Mya was approaching a very special sight, one that she had only heard about from Gandalf.
The three trolls of Trollshaws.
Origo jumped just a few inches off of the ground, trying to get the fairy. But he missed.
"You can do better then that!" Ivy told him.
Origo gave a little growl and jumped. This time, Ivy was in range. She felt Origo's big paw hit her. Ivy was thrust onto the ground, pinned down by the pup.
Ivy struggled as Origo's weight pinned her down.
"Ori" she whimpered, struggling for breath.
She could see Origo's brown eyes staring down at her. Mya smiled as she picked up the puppy just in time, saving Ivy from an accidental squashing.
"Come on, we need to get going" she said.
Origo gave a small whimper, but did not fight. Ivy sat up. her legs were covered in snow, but there were no signs of her little legs ever digging into the snow in the first place.
Mya continued on walking, waiting for the fairy to catch up. And catch up she did. Ivy took a deep breath as she held onto a few strands of Mya's hair and sat down on her shoulder.
"Why did you do that, puppy?" Ivy asked.
Her head was still spinning as she sat there. Origo tilted his head and gave a small whimper.
"Puppy, you cant be hungry already" Mya said.
Ivy shook her head.
"But not like that, I was only playing"
Origo gave another small whimper. Once again, both Mya and Ivy answered.
"In another hour, pup" Mya answered.
"Just be more careful next time, you much bigger then I am" she told him.
In Hobbiton, lunch was being made. Smells trickled through households as chicken, beef or turkey cooked. Black smoke rose into the clear air above.
Elanor was still not at home. She was still roaming about on the hills that made up Hobbiton. Gloria was with her as well.
"I think we should go home now" Gloria said.
Her little button nose had turned pinkish. But Elanor did not want to go home just yet. She and Gloria had ventured further then they had ever been. The lake that Hobbiton surrounded could not be seen any more.
In fact, it was very quiet where they were. The snow here was untouched, not even birds or foxes had crossed the fresh snow.
Elanor smiled as she looked into the distance. Gloria had stopped. Her stomach was rumbling more then ever.
"Elanor, please, we need to go back" Gloria pleaded.
But Elanor was not at all hungry. In fact, the only hunger she had was to explore.
"If you want to go back, you can do it by yourself" Elanor told her friend.
Gloria only had one problem, she did not know the way.
"Elanor, my mummy will be worrying about me" she whimpered.
Elanor took a deep breath as she stopped. Gloria sniffed as she stood there. Elanor did not want her friend to be unhappy. But she also did not want to go home just yet.
A small part of her wanted to head on for as long as the sun remained in the sky. But then another part knew that she would get into trouble for doing so.
"Fine" she said, turning around.
So, the two girls walked home. But the two of them were now very late for lunch. In fact, Samwise had already done up his coat. His lunch had to wait as he opened the door and walked outside.
Samwise took a deep breath as he walked down to the gate. It creaked open. Samwise sniffed as he walked down towards Gloria's home.
Rosie was struggling to keep all of her children in check. Frodo had seen an opportunity to take advantage of this crisis. With an eye fixed on his mother, Frodo reached out. The mushrooms were still hot, but not hot enough to burn him.
With a quick hand, the cooked mushrooms had made it to his plate. Frodo wiped his hand on his breeches. Frodo then picked up his fork again.