By now, early morning had turned to mid, and so by hobbit reckoning, it was time for second breakfast.
Holly's stomach had settled into its normal routine, her headache now being gone, and she poked about in one of her satchels for a bit to eat.
The wounded seemed well taken care of by the healing talents of Bethberry, so she and Peri and the great black meandered to back to the road, where Holly munched on some dried fruit and the horses satisfied themselves with the grasses at the edges of the road and the occasional dried apple from the hobbit.
[ July 14, 2002: Message edited by: piosenniel ]
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Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.
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