Olo looked at Old Bill slightly suspiciously, having rarely been in contact with the taller folk. To be honest, he was a little intimidated. Still, if the old man could in any way help them to get home…Olo would just have to trust him.
The old man led the hobbits on their way, he and Ben having finished talking about the wights, and the fearsome Downs. Olo had heard only snatches of rumours about this place – where wights walked, and the dark shadows of the Old Forest beside it. Olo shuddered. For all his bravery, he had no wish to venture into these places unless he had a very good reason.
As the party kept walking downstream, Olo felt a niggling feeling nag at him. Didn’t this seem to be the opposite direction? But then…Bill would be leading them astray. He had no reason to do that, had he? Calming his feelings, Olo turned to Ama.
“Ama? How long do you think it will take us to get home? Is there any way we might send a message? They must be worried…”
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'It must often be so, Sam, when things are in danger: someone has to give them up, lose them, so that others may keep them' ~Frodo
"Life is hard. After all, it kills you." - Katharine Hepburn
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