Nedieth followed Aman's instructions and found her self in a beautiful little room. Looking out the window she found that the view of the Shire was much more than nice. It nearly took Nedieth's breath away. It was open grasslands riddled with hills. All of the hills had windows and door embedded in them. There were hobbits outside their homes tending to their gardens and child running happily across the fields.
Below the window, there was a bridge that crossed over into the square where market tables held wonderous treasures. She would certainly have to browse them, but first she would rest.
Nedieth sat her pack down in a chair infront of the fire place and began stripping off her clothes. She reached into her bag and pulled out a brush. After braiding her hair and putting on her shift, she climbed into the bed. As she drifted to sleep, she suddenly felt content and welcome. She smiled and buried her face in the pillow.
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