[Olo Gamwich]

After a friendly meeting with Elfred and a whimsical, comforting reunition with Autumn, Olo was ready for the task at hand. As part of the scouting group; one of alternate leaders through into the Weather Hills, an old spark of youthful enthusiasm took over him.

But at the sight of the massacre of sheep, Olo's vigor was smothered. The stench poisoned his lungs with disgust and the blood on the grass felt as if it was dripping from his own heart. It was a terrible experience, filling him with anger and loss.

The group found a spot to sit and eat, but the vision of the sheep was was branded on his mind and caused his stomach to go sour. When offered a small loaf of bread and a dried pear, Olo smiled but shook his head. He leaned back on a large stone and pulled out his pipe, and as he lit it he softly began to troll a hobbit song -

I sit beside the fire and think
of all that I have seen,
of meadow-flowers and butterflies
in summers that have been;

Of yellow leaves and gossamer
in autumns that there were,
with morning mist and silver sun
and wind upon my hair

Olo puffed at his pipe and his eyelids began to get heavy. He didn't finish the song, but nodded off to sleep.