The Green Dragon - Part 2

[Frodess]

Champignonne had waited too long. It was time to leave like a tree. Like most others, she did not wish to go, but she had to. Again, she thought of her mother, and her message to Rivendell. She knew that she would have to come back her at least one more time before leaving, but now she had a case of wanderlust.

The hobbit got together her small pile of things and told one of the kind folk of the inn that she was leaving. She put a few silver coins on the counter, took a block of cheese, &c., and walked toward the door. She turned one final time and sighed. She felt a sorrow, a pure, sweet melanchly, that she had not found any of her kind. Not hobbits, no, but someone with her strange qualities. By no means was she beautiful, but she had greater expectations than what had happened. She cursed herself a thousand times for having not spoken, but the past is past. And thus she silently took her leave, if only for a few days.

Upon her exit, Champignonne looked forward. She saw the shining stars and the full Moon, ruler of the night sky. A courage came to her heart and she began her walk.