The day of goodbye came. I was not happy about it, but my decision was final. I already sold or gave away almost everything I had, only few pieces of great importance to me were already on the way to my parents in Bree. The last thing I had to do was sell my burrow.
With properly packed bag on my shoulders I began my journey. Used to long strolls I decided to go on foot.
Never before had I realized the beauties of Shire, the flowers, wild animals… only now, when the meadows and forests became my new home.
I stopped by in Michel Delvig, where I bid farewell to my dearest hobbits, my kinies.
The coming night did not frighten me, with a lantern in a hand I continued my journey through the dark, quiet country only to make some break late after midnight.
However my resolution to go solely on foot was shaken on the next morning by a passing wagon. So I took the opportunity, took some rest and speeded up traveling.
The intention to leave Shire proved to be harder than expected. In Waymeet, during a short break I was already caught by Postman Twofoot with a message from my dear friend Spriggy. The letter made me happy and sad at the same time. I did not open the package yet, I save it up for later.
When I came to Hobbiton I had to visit Holly, the best pie backer in the whole Shire. I remember the time I helped her with some spoiled pies… She was not happy about my decision and tried to change my mind.
She spoke long enough for Andy Brockhouse to come and to make another long speech about “respectable hobbits”. (I knew it, he is a relative, from my mother’s side.)
I barely escaped, but it was already late night. After an incredibly short dinner (two slices of apple pie, some bread and eggs and apples) with a group of young hobbits ...
...I began to search for a suitable place to sleep.
I had to avoid other known hobbits, or I would not leave Shire at all. Fortunately the sky was clear, full of shining stars, so no bad weather threatened me…
