[*Varda*]

Poppy lay in deep slumber, as shadows drifted around in her mind, haunting her sleep. Suddenly she sat up, breathing heavily, darting glances around at her sleeping companions. She knew not what had caused her to wake so suddenly, or to be so startled upon awakening, but the heavy darkness, broken only by the small glow of light emitted from the fire, did nothing to ease her panicked thoughts. Finally, hearing the murmur of voices, and realising that at least two of her companions were still awake, she settled back down on the ground, and attempted to get back to sleep. It could only have been a nightmare, or some such thing. She was ordinarily a heavy sleeper, and felt somewhat ashamed that such a little thing could have woken her up. Thankfully, no one had observed her shocked awakening.

A moment or two later, she was sleeping as a hobbit might, after a long pleasant evening filled with food, ale, and pipeweed, with her hand firmly on the bag of gold next to her head.