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Marcho was relieved the child was safely returned to shore, and he internally noted the hand (or cane) Fordogrim Chubb had in the affair. The old hobbit seemed to be made of tougher stuff than the scout would have originally guessed. Marcho stood back and watched his brother-in-law and Elsa drying their children and hugging them desperately. This was the second time in the last week their children could have been lost, and the scout felt sorry for them both. The Fallohide had expected the journey to be a difficult one, but he had not fully understood how much so until the last few days.

Once the hobbits had returned to their wagons and carts, Marcho tugged on the reigns to his ponies and moved the band on down the road. Crossing the bridge did the hobbit’s heart good, and he couldn’t help grinning as he surveyed the land around him. Sure, he had walked and looked over the area before with his brother, but now the land he saw was their land…his people’s land. The ground was much flatter now and they traveled parallel to another river that had yet had a name he that he knew. The whisper of the water’s movement was music his ears…music he would hear for the next three days. The group would have no problem finding fresh fish for meals and water for drinking now.

The wind persisted for much of the day, but no storm came as the dark clouds had threatened to bring earlier. They halted once before their final camp to let their ponies rest, and finally, as the shadows grew long and the sun was close to failing in the west, Marcho stopped his ponies and directed the others to make camp.

The air was still warm and the hobbits were of a merry mood as they prepared their meals. Some of the younger hobbits sat of the edge of the river bank trying to catch a few fish before the sun was completely gone. A few of the adults spoke freely of their anxiety of the lads being near the water so soon after the little Whitfoot lass almost drowned, but apparently their parents were not so concerned.

Marcho stretched his weary legs out and lay on the bare ground just outside the circle of camp. Looking up he watched the stars pop out from the growing darkness of the sky. This is our sky…our sky, he thought. His dreams were becoming a reality. His people would be able to live their lives peacefully without the interference of the Big Folk. No more, he thought. They wouldn’t live their lives under the thumb of those who were twice their size. They were their own people now.