Penny sat shivering in the cold fog that morning. She was extremely hungry and worried. The fog will set in soon and will be lost; she thought looking at the other members of the company. They packed up the few belongings they had that hadn’t been stolen and slowly headed towards the hill they had seen earlier.
They traveled for a while silent and sullen. The fog had set in and they could barley see in front of them. It was heavy and thick and it was all around them. Penny walked slowly behind Mirabella. Tom the dog walked right next to her and Penny was glad to have his company. She had no clue what would happen to them.
“Its no use! We can go no further in this fog. I can’t even see my nose!” Penny cried miserably as she plopped down on the wet ground. The other hobbits chimed in with their agreements.
“What are we going to do!?” Mirabella cried. “We can’t make a fire in this fog. Its to heavy!” Penny sighed. The hobbits and Tom huddled up close to each other to keep warm. The group was cold, wet and miserable. The fog was misty and it was not only dampening their clothes but their spirits too.
[ July 03, 2003: Message edited by: elven maiden Earwen ]
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