So there I was, riding me pony with as many of me things as I could pack, heading fer Needlehole an the Yondershire.
It was strange how it happened. One day I was carrying on as usual with me chores and me cooking, happy as anything, and then that dream came back ter me. It was as if it were yesterday! But that dream was over ten years old. Why was it back, an with such strength I had ter act on it?
I moved ter the Shire, having travelled from me home in the South Farthing ter Michel Delving in search of a job, an new friends, an adventure, when I first had it. I been taken in by folk in the Grand Order, and they be mighty fine Hobbits. Kindly folk. An fer years I was settled. I just loved me cooking. But then, just under two weeks ago, the dream was back.
Now it sounds crazy that I think I need go an help an Elf, and a tall strong one at that. It is crazy. How can a little Lass like me do anything? But both times that dream left me wondering what it was about?
When I first arrived at Michal Delving me friends said 'You just moved here. This is no time fer a new adventure. Wait a while. Settle down, put yer feet up and have a nice cuppa. ' I listened to them then.
But this time I can't quite stop the excitement. Maybe it is time for an adventure?
