[Sett]

Galither was a swift worker and managed to till the two hobbits field far quicker than they ever could. The hobbits spent the morning ripped the resistant weeds from there bounds with the earth. It took great strength but these hobbits were middle-age folk and had enough of this to see them through. The ale gave them that extra piece of malice required to finish off their work so that their ale tasted that much sweeter when they drunk tonight.

Galither made there field very fine and it was fertile to such lengths that new born plants would grow to a similar level of height as Galither himself. The ground was free from its poison. The land was now free to breed the newborn plants.

Galither had promised the two hobbits another tale once the job was done. The two of them were now eager than ever especially with the rise in Galither’s mood. No longer was his contemplating this life he led but appreciated the life he now lived. The tranquil lie that was being upheld here was such a lure that Galither had taken the bait. The shire was like pipe weed once the taste pulled you in it was like a whirl of pleasure. It was so peaceful that he felt at ease inside. Telling tales of past adventures now seemed like a valiant adventure rather than an abysmal mess like he had been before.

They had finished the work and headed back to the inn. The two hobbits sat down outside as Galither offered to buy them ale each. He was feeling generous because that is the mood the place had left on him. He felt no need to keep his wealth to himself. He was paid generously for his work at Gondor and pockets were lined with gold and silver. However a lot of his money was left back at Gondor with his dear Esmerelda. He only just thought about her condition. He spent the day worrying about her but never wondered how she was. This set a dark cloud in his thoughts. She had in fact been bedridden for some time and was not on the mend. He loved her deeply but could not bare the images of seeing his love in pain so like a cowered took another mission to keep his mind off things. An idea had come to him as he missed his love so dearly but it seemed like a rather selfish proposition especially after the way he had mistreated her. She was probably not even aware that he was not around she was that sick.

He shook the dark thoughts from his head for the battle was over. His mind again lost the battle of wits being played deep in his conscience. He continued to the bar and asked ruby for three ales. She poured them gently into the mug and turned to look at Galither.

“Are you alright, sir?” She asked while missing some of the ale and pouring it on his lap. “Oh dear I am so sorry”

“Its okay I am fine” Galither replied now laughing with ruby at this most unfortunate incident.

“I will get you a rag to wipe it off” Ruby said. “No, no please I am fine. The sun shall clear this stain” She looked rather red as the man looked at her with a smile.

Galither then picked up his ales and carried them out of the inn. It felt like a long walk of shame as everyone turned down and looked at his pants and noticed the wet patch now very clear to the naked eye. Sniggers were heard as Galither took each step. He felt relaxed about the whole thing and did not take it to heart. This was the first bit of fun he had in a long time and did not want to spoil it so he continued to walk though the crowds of tables until reaching the door. The sunlight shuns on him and filled Galither with hope that this day was getting better than the morning. He placed the mugs onto the table where the three sat down and they shared looks of pity until Hamfast and Kristin, the hobbit men burst into laughter. Even Galither could not help but laugh at his predicament after a few shared moments of laugher they changed their moods to fit their current context. Galither then replied “Where shall I begin?”