[ArwenBaggins]

Elanor laid on her back in the cart, with Goldi on one side, asleep, and Rosie on the other, staring into space, almost asleep. The pony trotted along, and she could here her father and mother talking at the head.

She stared at the stars, watching them twinkle. A soft snore came from her little Rosie, now peacefully asleep. She couldn’t see her brothers moving at the end of the cart, but she didn’t know if they were asleep, or plotting some unknown terror and havoc. Her eyes started to get heavy, but she was jolted by the breath of Goldi down her neck.

Elanor sighed, wiping her sleepy eyes. She heard her father humming a familiar Hobbit poem, and she whispered the words to herself:
Ents the earth-born, old as mountains,
the wide-walkers, water drinking;
and hungry as hunters, the Hobbit children,
the laughing-folk, the little people,
they shall remain friends as long as leaves are renewed.

Sleepiness overtook her, and she fell asleep, with the wagon rolling peacefully along.

[ March 05, 2003: Message edited by: ArwenBaggins ]