Elanor had lingered just long enough to catch sight of Frodo coming home from his chores. She almost laughed out loud at the sight of him- he was panting heavily, his face was red as the sunset, and he was burdened with several packages. What on Middle-Earth did Bilbo send him out to buy? She wondered.
She was about to offer to help him carry his packages, but before she could open her mouth, he had passed in to Bag End, out of sight. Never let me catch you saying that there wasn't anyone to help you, Mr. Frodo. You'll find friends in unlikely places, you will, and you'd better keep your eyes open from now on. She thought, and stood by the roadside, wondering what it was she had left behind, and what she should do now.
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