A Rested Tearose Sets Out Again
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 is very distressing, to say the least.
“Get a hold of yourself, Tearose!” she scolded herself. “There’s no point in worrying about anything.” She stood beside the fire in her parlour and rubbed her hands together as if they were cold.
They soon will be. Tearose was travelling to the frozen plateaus of Forochel. From all accounts it is even colder there than the Misty Mountains.
Tearose shivered. “I better bring something strong to drink so it will warm me quickly, and lots of layers of clothing or I won’t survive.” she thought. She nodded her head resolutely. She was as ready as she would ever be.
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