Rosa Baggins walked though the trees that covered that land before her and as she swung her pack back on her back again she tripped and fell face first into a mud puddle.
"Stupid twigs....stupid mirkwood.....stupid mud!" She murmured under her green hood.
The hobbit pulled herself up from the mud and stood up again pulling her pack on and stumbleing forward though the muddy bank on a small stream.
All Rosa wanted to do now was to sleep in a real bed and eat real food and have it at the normal times she had it in The Shire but all she loved about the shire she left behind.
The smell of the wild fowers, hugh fields, the sound of Farmer Maggotts dogs chasing after her........ ok maybe not that but she missed the feel of excitment buzz though her as she ran though his fields with arms loaded with carrots and other veg that she happened to swipe.
The days where long and the nights where short she hardly got any rest of fear of the enemy being near and killing her while she slept.
"Why did i want to go on this stupid journey
anyway."
She paused and thought about it and sighed.
"Aye.This is a sad time."
she whispered at if anyone was listening only an elf could hear her whisper.
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There is ever a Rose without thorns.
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