[Arien]

Ama patted down her dress looking for her knife, and unlike most if the others possessions it was still in her pocket. She sighed a sigh of relief, because from the looks this latest ‘attack’ she would need it. They other hobbits looked around wearily at the camp which was now in a state. They had no food as it had been eaten by whatever had attacked while they were dreaming. So with heavy hearts the hobbitsb sat down to eat a undersized breakfast consisting of berries and the few drops of water they had left.

As they finished Ama looked around, fog, for some strange reason was drawing in quickly. It was cold and cooling on her skin, but she did not like it one bit. Nudging Olo who sat next to her sipping water she questioned him.

“Should we move towards those hills that we saw earlier?”

He shrugged his shoulder and continued to drink. So Ama turned to the rest.

“Should we move towards those hills that we saw earlier?” she said again. A few murmurs came but nothing recognisable. The hobbits seemed to have had their spirits considerably lowed since they had got up that morning. She sympathised with them for she too felt that way. But that did not mean they had to give up on getting home. Ama turned to Olo looking at him with pleading eyes. She never was good at speaking out and Olo was always a good leader. He nodded to her.

Getting up, he said, “ You heard what Ama said, should we move towards the hills?” an echo of yeses followed. He sat back down again.

“We should get going,” said Ferd, “before this fog sets in.” nods followed and slowly camp was packed up.

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The hobbits travelled for half a day almost, but in silence. A kind of depression had seemed to fall over them as well as the fog which blinded their vision…..