Many months had passed since yule's secret meeting with her uncle, Gerebaldo Took, in Overhill. The spot where her wagon used to stand in Waymeet laid empty, the only trace she had once lived there was an empty tend and an old campfire. As she came, so she went....in silence! No one did try to stop her, he was gone and it was for the best. yule of Shire Rose had left the Shire behind on a rainy night she drove her wagon down the Great East Road in the direction of Stock, and onwards, passed the Brandywine Bridge into Breeland.
yule was going home! Born and raised in Staddle, she felt her heart fill with joy at the sight of so many familiar places and faces. Now she knew of things, of people, of dangers, and of many sorrows...now she knew about the Shire. As she was crossing the Brandywine Bridge, she stopped her horse for a few moments, and looked back at the fair land of the hobbits fighting back tears. She took a deep breath, after all she was the leader and protector of the Shire Rose, this was not the time for sadness, her own personal life was not important, her duties were. Before moving onwards, yule reached for her soft white boots that had been gathering dust since her arrival in the Shire. It felt wonderful to wear them again, a tiny smile appeared on her face.
Life in Staddle was as she remembered, soon the word she was back had spread and she was ask to assist at many local births, it was wonderful to be just a simple midwife, to see the joy on the faces of new parents as she was handing over to them their new born for the first time. The vast empty hall seemed cold and unwelcome at first, but soon the Shire Rose hobbits started to arrive , together with many slow-moving carts up the road. yule stood there, in front of what looked to her like an immense house built my men and not by hobbits. A silver waterfall nearby , and the reassuring sight of a hobbit windmill.
Amorey came to stand next to her, " I am glad you came, Yule, " she whispered. " So am I, Amorey...so am I."
