Autumn heart beat fast as the company started marching down the road. Women, crying out things, such as, "Good luck to you all!", as tears streamed down their faces, waved from their windows. Young hobbit children raced about the street, waving and calling to the travelers. Men looked up from their work to wave and call to the smiling and blushing travelers.
Autumn smiled, embarrased. She had never had so much attention before. Looking over at her traveling companion, Giles, she smiled at him as the joy of traveling swept her up. Then she turned back to the road and let her thoughts wander.
She saw a young hobit boy look up at her and wave, and Autumn choked down tears, for he looked a lot like her younger brother, Bill. Autumn thought about the last time when she had seen him. His pale, shruken face looking almost white against his brown bedding sheets. He had smiled up at her weakly and wished her good luck on her journey. Autumn felt her eyes start to water, but she fought back the tears, trying to appear tough to the other travelers.
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“Words can never convey the incredible impact of our attitude toward life. The longer I live the more convinced I become that life is 10 percent what happens to us and 90 percent how we respond to it." -Charles R. Swindoll
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