The Land Of Sorrow | LOTR

A path had been cut through the wheat field, not wide, just enough to show a person had entered. Rosie followed the path of broken stems to what at first glance was a bundle of clothes. She took her walking cane and gave it a gentle poke. In a flash the bundle took the form of a child, moving away with tiny hands raised over their grubby face. It was a girl, long tangled hair blown about her face, obscuring the layer of grime that was only broken by tear tracks; her clothes were of the wintertime that passed several months ago and her cheekbones were more pronounced than they should ever be on one so young. At her age, she should be cherubic, but instead, she reminded Rosie of a walking skeleton. The girl whimpered as if expecting a blow. Rosie fell slowly to her knees - though she was only a few inches taller than the human child to begin with - so as not to spook the child; she palled her lunch from her basket and held out her hand, "Are you hungry?" The child let her hands fall and she simply stared at the Hobbit in front of her, the child stood so still, unsure if Rosie was friend or foe. The old Hobbit sat up and backed away, letting the girl come forwards. When the apple was gone the child began to cry and came to Rose with arms open wide. She did not know it yet but the young girl clinging to the front of her apron would live a life of adventures one could only dream of...