Byco

Garry waited patiently, leaned back against the big tree in the warm afternoon winter-sun.

Garrocar leaned back against a big tree, enjoying the warmth still given by the afternoon sun.

“I want my girls in Shire Rose again, Byco. As well as the lads ofcourse.”

Dark clouds drifted across the sky above the village, obscuring the stars. A distant bell tolled the midnight message for the slumbering Shire. Fresh drizzle  was falling over the fields, and woodland as a cold Autumn wind blew. Beneath what was once known as Shire Rose's Hall, candles burned bright in their stands.

My life has taken another twist, a half-turn. It is amazing how many things can happen to a hobbit in just one day!

The day Shire Rose's Hall was opened, I had an important task: I had to carry part of the gold needed for the puchase to Cousin Yule. Why I ever decided to store it in the Bree vaults, is beyond me now. But I had no choice but to travel to Bree Town and collect it.

Ow, I love my life! I have never regretted leaving Oatbarton. Compared to where I've been so far, Oatbarton is a stuffy, dusty world of it's own with no conecction to the outside that are worth mentioning. I do have fond memories of that place and I do miss my parents and other friends and relatives that are still there. But no, I have no regrets.

Yule walked in silence towards the burrow where someone was waiting for her. Feeling rather dazed and in a bad mood she kept a steady paste in the hope the fresh air would clear her head from  too many thoughts.

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.