Faryn giggled to herself later that night as she saddled up the horses for the company, that would leave at the first tinge of dawn in the early morn (courtesy of Faryn's almost impatient exicted shaking roughly the others awake by the shoulders.)
Things had worked out so well so far, and yet, yet......the forboding air had yet to clear.She brushed it away, just that night and hoped to Eru that she would not regret it.
Through the night she sat in front of the quaint little residence, watching the moon sink lower into the distant rolling hills. Faryn was awake and readying herself for the longest, most anxious stretch of the journey: the beginning of the trek into the Blue Mountains.
She pulled her hair back, mail, tunic, vest, breeches, belt, boots, done.
The sun had not rose yet.
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A Hobbit of Bywater
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