Willow
Willow smiled at Lily, her soft brown eyes seeming to look right through the walls, and to the land beyond the inn, where rain was softly falling. The skies were now gray, and clouds were even thicker, a light rain falling, and thunder heard in the distance. "I do not know how long I will be staying," she answered softly. "I may stay on longer, but then again, I may not. Actually, I intend on leaving for a while, and then to return later if possible, I have to return to the North Moors for a while, in a few days."
Her face remained friendly, though there was a hint of tiredness in her eyes, and her smile faded from her face. She looked longing, almost, wishing for something, maybe. She bruched her hair back, and sighed, looking around, her eyes still soft, and her expression unreadable. "Who knows," she said softly. "Maybe I'll be able to go to Bree some day, and see your town. I do indeed wish that I could."
Willow smiled faintly, thinking of the parts of the Shire that she called home, and of the rain. Her mind was cluttered up with so much, and her thoughts led her everywhere. She fidgeted with her hair mindlessly, as she smiled. Willow shifted slightly; her leg cramped from sitting so long, and even falling asleep.
She yawned. The later nights were catching up to her, and the rain called for laziness, just sitting around and idly talking. Willow was actually quite shocked to see that someone had left, even in the rain, though she herself quite liked the feel of raindrops splashing down from the sky, to hit her gently on the face.
She was almost too tired to think of even going outdoors now. Yawning, and brushing her hair back again, she turned to Lily, and asked: "Why is it that you came to Hobbiton anyhow?"
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