The Waterfall that stands so proud and tall
Cascading robes, with foaming water, crowned
And always do the waters fall

It tumbles down an ever-changing wall
To shake the earth with terrifying sound
And still the Waterfall stands proud and tall

It beats its path through jagged rocky halls
And wildly rages like a beast unbound
And always do the waters fall

Yet it enchants, entices and enthralls
Forever will it strength and force astound
And still the Waterfall stands proud and tall

Gormbard awoke to find himself in a small metal cell. At first he thought that the Bree watch had finally caught up with him, the last thing he could remember was hurrying along the road from Brokenborings to Oatbarton when he had been struck from behind.

Smeric Greenacre, unlike most Hobbits, did not live in a burrow. Instead he lived in the old windmill atop the highest hill in the village of Songburrow. The windmill was quite adequate for him; there was a small room at the top that he had made into a combined bedroom and parlour with a small round window that had views of the whole village. Down below there was storage space for his tools and seeds as well as ample space for a small larder.

Yule looked at the bright star shining to the North in the early evening sky . Byco stood next to her in silence for a long moment, not wanting to interrupt her thoughts. As she moved, he followed. They walked in silence along the road to the west, leaving Bywater and the Green Dragon Inn behind.Her delicate feet still trying to get used to the ways of the hobbits. She paused to gaze upwards at the many stars enjoying the fresh night breeze blowing gently in her hair.