THE VIEW BETWEEN VILLAGES

THE VIEW BETWEEN VILLAGES

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Lord Of The Rings
In a hole in the ground, there lived a Hobbit. But let's not focus too hard on that hole, with its polished floors and silver cutlery. Just outside that hole, there was a garden. It was one of the most beautiful in the Shire with hydrangeas and marigolds a-plenty. It was never May's plan to be a gardener. She wanted to become an apothecary. She wanted to tend an herb garden of her own, not someone else's flowerbeds. But even so, gardening was the Gamgee family business, and the Bagginses had been long-time customers. May Gamgee was 33 (19 by human maturity standards, she had read once) when things started to get... odd. - Air in my lungs 'Til the road begins As the last of the bugs Leave their homes again And I'm splitting the road down the middle For a minute the world seemed so simple
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"Someday you will return home too." Reluctantly, she opened one of the heavy wooden chests. The lid creaked loudly as it flipped back. A dusty cloak. Coins. Letters. Rusty nails. At least a few useful things. She threw the cloak over her shoulders, put the money in her pockets and disappeared outside. Was it worth it? What was still anything worth...? Her hand slid into her leather doublet. She felt something ... soft, very small in her hand. Slowly she pulled it out and eyed it. The little crushed blue flower. Forget-Me-Not. "I will never forget you." She made her way northwarth. Homecoming. The rights of the characters, which I have invented myself and built into this plot, belong to me. The rights of all other characters are owned by John Ronald Reuel Tolkien, Peter Jackson, Philippa Boyens and Guillermo del Toro. This fan fiction is not based on the book "The Little Hobbit" by J. R. R. Tolkien, but on the films "The Hobbit" directed by Peter Jackson.

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