West of the Moon
A Tolkien Fanfiction Archive
As Frodo, Sam, Merry and Pippin ride home at last to the Shire, the townsfolk see them coming and begin to talk...
Four hobbits riding down the way. "Whence did they come, what do they say?" "They've not been seen in 'bout a year. Yet no one ever shed a tear." "Four wayward hobbits, they do seem Some folk 'round here say it's a dream." "Those four had left some time ago, To them we've no hope to bestow." "But these are soldiers, see their mail? I bet they have a wondrous tale!" "I hear these hobbits had their fill Of battles, monsters, blood to spill." "But see the look that's in their eyes? They seem quite homesick, no surprise!" "They never should have left back then 'Tis naught but trouble once again!" And then a young voice piped up soft The words she said were all but scoffed. "These Heroes four, they saved the Shire With deeds that you should all aspire! "The hurt sustained by these brave souls Have paid the price for peaceful holes! "So welcome them as they deserve And stop your gossip, show reserve!" The crowd all mumbled as they left, The girl who spoke out was bereft Until she turned around and saw Those hobbits close, she was in awe! As they rode by, they looked at her And smiled in thanks, she did not stir Until the tallest gave a wink, It made her grin, turned round cheeks pink. They slowly trotted on again She proudly waved them down the lane. And as she walked home down the glen, The gossip started once again...