[ElenCala Isil]

Ivy lagged behind all the others, staring at the sky in all its gloominess. Occasionally one of the hobbits would yell at her to hurry up and she'd sprint forward absent-mindedly until she nearly ran into someone. She wondered how the folk in the Shire were faring, and if and what the grey skies could mean. A brittle chill engulfed her body and she shivered, along with everyone else, it seemed. She grabbed onto her coat tightly and scurried forth to catch up with the group once more.

They were all fairly silent, only speaking a few words here and then, and Ivy said nothing. She was excited, and who could blame her? All her life she wanted to actually go on an adventure, and she did. She battled with wolves and made it to Bree, and now came the sweetest part of the journey, if not the most bothersome. The journey home. She inhaled deeply, letting the chill air into her lungs and exhaled after the cool became too much to handle. She decided that the silence was too much for her, and she scampered off to the front of the group and walked alongside the ponies. She hummed one of her favourite walking songs in hope that just maybe one of the others would recognise it and pick it up. Her voice seemed to echo softly and absorb into their chill surroundings. No one picked the tune up at all.

They would take the occasional small break, but it was never anything much, and it seemed to Ivy that they were all slightly on the edge and fairly alert. Whether this was because they were anxious, or they suspected another attack like the one on the journey to Bree, Ivy did not know. But she dearly hoped it was not the latter, though the thought had been growing on her mind ever increasingly.

Oh, I do hope we get back home soon! she thought to herself, something just doesn't seem right... the thought of the attack of wolves flooded into her mind, and she saw Estelle and the others die slowly, though she did not witness it firsthand. She cringed and walked on.