The light grew ever fainter. A soft drizzle started to pour down while Mentha Greenhands crossed the meadows near Bywater. As the water touched her face she felt as if someone else was crying for her, because she had no more tears to shed.
Ever since those terrible events of the previous year her heart has felt so empty. There had been some who had tried to console her, but they had not been able to overcome her grief. The sorrow had evoced a sense of non-belonging, neither to Hobbiton, nor to the Shire. In the recent past she had been wandering through Woody end, hoping to meet some elves who might know of a place where all sorrow would cease and the heart would heal. But she never meet any.
By now the drizzle had become a full-scale downpour of rain. Mentha hurried miserably along untill she saw the lights of the Green Dragon Inn. "Maybe I should drop in there untill the rain stops. A glass of Hot Whiskey would do me good before I return home", she thought as she entered the inn and sat down at a table in the corner.
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