a Hobbit | April 16, 2009
Tearose was tired. The bitter cold drained her of all vitality. She had to get to a campfire quickly. She felt weak and her pony snorted in distress. The poor fellow was cold too. Tearose all alone in this frozen wasteland, was suicide. She wasn’t dressed warmly enough, despite the layers she had on. Hobbits [...]
a Hobbit | April 16, 2009
Tearose arrived in the frozen tundras of Forochel. Not knowing what to expect, she made for the camp called Kauppa-Kohta. It was very cold. “A hobbit could very easily freeze to death here!” Tearose thought ruefully. She headed towards a campfire quickly to warm up and soon she was joined by some of the tribesmen [...]
a Hobbit | April 1, 2009
Tearose, meanwhile, spent a short time at her modest home in the Shire, resting after many days of battle in Angmar. And there was something different about Tearose these days. She was quiet. Tearose is never quiet. She looked like someone who had seen too much. She looked sad. For a hobbit to be sad [...]
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