Shire

Andswaru stared at the sky. The campfire still burning next to him. It was bright night and he could see the stars. “Those are the same stars I looked to back home.” he thought. So far away, yet so close. He turned his head and saw Vaarion sleeping on the other side of the fire. He smiled as she was all curled up with a smile on her face.

 The last of the winter snow had melted and turned the quiet streams into frothing torrents. Most of Ammeline’s time had been spent gathering more herbs and food to replenish her stocks. With the abundance of wild mushrooms now growing in the woods Ammeline decided to take the excess into Michel delving to trade for some new tools and other bits and pieces.

#Walking through the Shire, on a warm afternoon#
#All the children are out playing and enjoying the sun#
#And their parents are all smiling, they go happily their ways#
#It's a day for life's enjoyment, it's like all the Shire days#

#Yes we do like our lives more peaceful#
#And we do not enjoy haste#
#If there's one thing makes us hurry#
#It's if there is pie to taste#
#So if you're coming to the Shire#
#Just adopt our gentle pace#
#Do remember life is precious#

Durwood had finished sweeping the old off cuts of pipe weed from the barn floor when Master Longo Burrows came into the barn.

“Durwood I need you to go down to south field, those musicians that asked to play here have gone and started their playing down there and they should be up here near the barn in north field ”