Thankfully it was now morn. Mylasia had woken up to the sound of birds singing at her window. This was one of the things she loved about the Shire, it was so carefree and the darkness that had gripped her with fear last night had past and now it was all right. She donned her white dress, the one the same a Niamh’s and brushed her long black hair. The birds continued to sing a joyful song outside and she could now hear again the Hobbits going about their business.
She laughed at a group of young Hobbits playing just out side the Inn. She watched them for a while and thought of the days when Niamh and herself used to play under the hot sun of Harad under the close eyes of their loving parents.
Mylasia was jolted out of her trail of thought by a knock at the door. Who could it be? She thought. She ran to the door half expecting it to be Niamh, but her hopes were dashed as she opened it to see one of the hobbit lasses that worked at the bar.
“Sorry, Miss Mylasia, I didn’t mean to interrupt but your breakfast is ready!”
“Oh thank you,” she said and she followed the hobbit down to the common room, and took her place at her usual seat and tucked in to he breakfast.
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"...still, we lay under the emptiness and drifted slowly outward, and somewhere in the wilderness we found salvation scratched into the earth like a message."
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