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Niluial · 03-23-2004, 01:28 PM

Melody smiled, she was pleased. “We are half way through the journey! We have completed half the task and we should smile and be, oh so very proud of ourselves” Melody said cheerfully to the group. “Shire needs us to return and with out the will power we won’t return let’s do this for Shire, for our families, for ourselves and most certainly for Estelle and Meri!” Melody laughed. They set out on their journey once again.

Tom and Melody were seen laughing once again and they both talked of old times back in the shire, you know those hysterical happenings, the ones that could never be forgotten. Melody felt free, she knew the burden wasn’t fully off them but half of it was… there was light and hope. For a few minutes Melody forgot the whole burden and enjoyed Toms wonderful, calming presence. She just wanted to run off into an open field of colourful grass and dance, hop and sing like when she was a child once again… she wanted to run, hope and dance not alone but with Tom.

They looked back and could see Bree slightly in the distance… but now they were all scared… what next? What was around the corner, a safe journey? Danger?

Orofaniel · 03-23-2004, 01:34 PM

Daisy had still not come over the dog attack. The atmosphere however among the Hobbits had slowly lightened up a bit, after they’d picked up their supplies in Bree. Even Melody and Tom had been laughing not long ago, and the other Hobbits were shortly doing the same. Daisy had talked to Gorby while they were walking out from Bree. Both of them very pleased that they finally had gotten their supplies. They agreed that the worst part of the journey was probably over.

"Three days from now, or so, we'll be in Buckland...." Tom announced suddenly. He smiled and turned to look at the other Hobbits that were walking behind him. "Am I correct?" He asked Melody who was walking beside him. "Yes, I do believe you are Tom," She answered merrily.

The Hobbits seemed happy about this and continued their walking for yet a few hours, before sleeping.

piosenniel · 03-24-2004, 06:52 PM

The sky was a leaden grey; the clouds, heavy with rain, scudded close together in the chilly wind . . . threatening . . .

Two days out of Bree brought the Hobbits just past the Barrow-Downs. Another day’s travel would bring them well into Buckland. Madoc’s mood, which had lifted somewhat at the generosity of the good people of Bree, grew heavier with each mile. ‘I should be happy,’ he murmured to himself. One of the ponies drawing the heavily laden wagon twitched its ear back at him as if to catch the Hobbits fleeting words. Madoc sighed and clucked encouragingly at the team to pick up its speed. ‘The sooner home to my sister and mother, the better,’ he said to the inquisitive pony, ‘the sooner I can shake this feeling of gloom and unease.’

It was late afternoon, and the little band of companions was beginning to slow down. Gorby had gone on ahead just a little and now came running back down the road toward the wagon. ‘I’ve found us a nice little place just off the road. Just round that curve there,’ he said, pointing back in the direction from which he’d come. ‘There’s a small clearing with some trees on the edges to block the wind. And a nice little stream . . . the ice is thin on it – no problems drawing water.’

The other hobbits gathered round the wagon. All were tired and hungry, ready for some hot tea and a little food. ‘Let’s go, then, Gorby,’ said Madoc, taking hold of the pony’s bridle. ‘You lead and we’ll follow along.

Soon they had pulled into the safety of the clearing. Gorby and one of the others went to gather wood for a little fire while the rest set up their little camp. Madoc began freeing the ponies from their harness and led them to a place where there was a little dried grass left for them to munch on. The ponies seemed a little restless, but he shrugged their actions off as them just being nervous about being in a strange place. He fetched some hay from the wagon for them, and as he was laying it on the ground for them, a small whiff of icy breeze against his neck made him shiver.

‘Pull yourself together,’ he admonished himself. ‘We’re almost to the Shire. Nothing to worry about.’

He shivered again though the wind was still . . .

piosenniel · 04-06-2004, 10:13 AM

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03-23-2004, 01:34 PM	#2
Orofaniel Mighty Mouse of Mordor Join Date: Apr 2003 Location: Lands of the North, where no man can reach.... Posts: 823	Daisy had still not come over the dog attack. The atmosphere however among the Hobbits had slowly lightened up a bit, after they’d picked up their supplies in Bree. Even Melody and Tom had been laughing not long ago, and the other Hobbits were shortly doing the same. Daisy had talked to Gorby while they were walking out from Bree. Both of them very pleased that they finally had gotten their supplies. They agreed that the worst part of the journey was probably over. "Three days from now, or so, we'll be in Buckland...." Tom announced suddenly. He smiled and turned to look at the other Hobbits that were walking behind him. "Am I correct?" He asked Melody who was walking beside him. "Yes, I do believe you are Tom," She answered merrily. The Hobbits seemed happy about this and continued their walking for yet a few hours, before sleeping. Last edited by Orofaniel; 03-30-2004 at 09:39 AM.

03-23-2004, 01:28 PM	#1
Niluial Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Mar 2003 Location: In the darkness of white Posts: 601	Melody smiled, she was pleased. “We are half way through the journey! We have completed half the task and we should smile and be, oh so very proud of ourselves” Melody said cheerfully to the group. “Shire needs us to return and with out the will power we won’t return let’s do this for Shire, for our families, for ourselves and most certainly for Estelle and Meri!” Melody laughed. They set out on their journey once again. Tom and Melody were seen laughing once again and they both talked of old times back in the shire, you know those hysterical happenings, the ones that could never be forgotten. Melody felt free, she knew the burden wasn’t fully off them but half of it was… there was light and hope. For a few minutes Melody forgot the whole burden and enjoyed Toms wonderful, calming presence. She just wanted to run off into an open field of colourful grass and dance, hop and sing like when she was a child once again… she wanted to run, hope and dance not alone but with Tom. They looked back and could see Bree slightly in the distance… but now they were all scared… what next? What was around the corner, a safe journey? Danger?

03-24-2004, 06:52 PM	#3
piosenniel Desultory Dwimmerlaik Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat..... Posts: 7,779	The sky was a leaden grey; the clouds, heavy with rain, scudded close together in the chilly wind . . . threatening . . . Two days out of Bree brought the Hobbits just past the Barrow-Downs. Another day’s travel would bring them well into Buckland. Madoc’s mood, which had lifted somewhat at the generosity of the good people of Bree, grew heavier with each mile. ‘I should be happy,’ he murmured to himself. One of the ponies drawing the heavily laden wagon twitched its ear back at him as if to catch the Hobbits fleeting words. Madoc sighed and clucked encouragingly at the team to pick up its speed. ‘The sooner home to my sister and mother, the better,’ he said to the inquisitive pony, ‘the sooner I can shake this feeling of gloom and unease.’ It was late afternoon, and the little band of companions was beginning to slow down. Gorby had gone on ahead just a little and now came running back down the road toward the wagon. ‘I’ve found us a nice little place just off the road. Just round that curve there,’ he said, pointing back in the direction from which he’d come. ‘There’s a small clearing with some trees on the edges to block the wind. And a nice little stream . . . the ice is thin on it – no problems drawing water.’ The other hobbits gathered round the wagon. All were tired and hungry, ready for some hot tea and a little food. ‘Let’s go, then, Gorby,’ said Madoc, taking hold of the pony’s bridle. ‘You lead and we’ll follow along. Soon they had pulled into the safety of the clearing. Gorby and one of the others went to gather wood for a little fire while the rest set up their little camp. Madoc began freeing the ponies from their harness and led them to a place where there was a little dried grass left for them to munch on. The ponies seemed a little restless, but he shrugged their actions off as them just being nervous about being in a strange place. He fetched some hay from the wagon for them, and as he was laying it on the ground for them, a small whiff of icy breeze against his neck made him shiver. ‘Pull yourself together,’ he admonished himself. ‘We’re almost to the Shire. Nothing to worry about.’ He shivered again though the wind was still . . .

04-06-2004, 10:13 AM	#4
piosenniel Desultory Dwimmerlaik Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat..... Posts: 7,779	~~ To Elvenhome ~~