Rosa, feeling slightly bored now her cousin frodo and his friends had gone, walked up the a nearby hill to view the sights from there. Of course nothing could be seen because of the trees but Rosa could hear the songs of the birds and see them in flight from there.
For the hobbit, the days seemed to grow longer and the nights shorter. She never got much sleep now and the days seemed to drag on forever. Her pale face was a normal tanned colour again but her eyes where blood shot and red just like the red of the orc draught.
She never touched the draught nor think of it if necessary but she always kept in by her bed hiding it if she thought she needed to for the others. She had always thought of what it tasted like. Was it as horrid as it smelt or was it sweeter than honey when tasted?
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There is ever a Rose without thorns.
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