Daisy walked with the other hobbits behind her uncle’s wagon. The sun felt good, though the air was still icy cold. She looked around at the area they were walking in. Everything stood still and quiet except when the wind blew. The fields were still covered in snow that glistened in the sunlight. The trees and the road they were on provided the only color to be seen.
There didn’t appear to be any other life forms out there, but Daisy knew better. The hair on the back of her neck was sticking up. She couldn’t help feeling that they were being watched, by what or whom she didn’t know and that scared her. She walked over to Gaddy and Hal to stay beside them so that she would feel a little safer. She wondered if anyone else felt the way she did, but was afraid to voice what she was feeling, hoping that it wasn’t real.
The road they were on was a very bumpy road with lots of ruts in it. The sun melted some of the snow and now they were walking in muddy puddles. Some of the puddles were ankle deep and had created some very grumpy, wet hobbits, who couldn’t wait to get to the Forsaken Inn and get into dry clothing once again.
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