Frodolvr

The weather suddenly changed. The breeze became cool, and at times the wind would gust so chillingly, it seemed to pierce the hearts of all in the inn. All who were outside came in, but two curious hobbit lasses came outside of the inn to see what was wrong. The sky was growing dark and cloudy, and fog was laying out across the Shire. The smaller lass whispered, "What do you think is going wrong, May?"

Just as May leaned down to offer her answer to her young sister, something caught her gaze. She saw a tall, cloaked figure walking slowly in the distance. As it drew closer, the fog grew denser, and the clouds began to pour out their fear with rain.

"I cannot see!" cried the older sister. She was suddenly pushed against the wall of the inn, and she could only hear splashing foot steps and screams in the distance. The rain ended, and the fog faded, but only in the least bit.

May stood up. She searched around frantically for her young sister. "Ezzie! Ezzie?" she screamed, but her wild shouts only echoed in vain. May fell to her knees and began to weep unmercifully. amidst her confused emotions, she felt a hand touch her shoulder in comfort......