Where the Heart Is

[rabidsamfan]

We’re on our way north again, at last, and it feels strange to have the sun shining on the right side of my face of a morning, after all that long journey south. Mr. Merry, he can’t seem to stop telling folks about the Brandywine, and Mr. Pippin’s fretting that he’ll miss his mam’s summer pies, and me, I just keep talking about my Gaffer, and wondering how he’s managed the digging alone. But I don’t think you’ve said two words about Bag End. Nor Crickhollow neither. But I know you’re homesick too.

Tell me again about Rivendell and Bilbo.


miralira, this one is for you.