Jogging o’er wood and dale,  o'er corn-field-ed hill,  passing through brush so tall, and trickling rivulets cold. Tripping o’er stumpy roots, and thumping in the road, breathing deeply in and out the springy air so cold. Strolling ‘midst grassy way feeling it by and by, picking dandelions off the stem and dozily letting them fly. Whistling far-off and unheard tunes which soar to branches aloof, singing to absent melody while swaying dreamily. Failing, falls the sun below and shadows deepen ‘round the eaves  pulling out a pipe he blows puffing a misty, thoughtful haze.    

 But I can't see into him and he turns away to face the open road.

            “Never ye mind. Ye'll tell in yer own time I'm sure. Why do ye think there ain't been a soul here to snatch us all to the queen's delightful company?” It is clear that this conversation is closed for now.

            “Probably because every time any soldiers get near us, they are sent running in terror from Annie and Danielle.” I and Isaias chuckle a bit and then I fall silently into thought.

Onward, forward, following Into darkest night
There’s no hope for them
Not a glimmer of light
Plodding on
Through hopeless gloom
Bearing an evil burden
The Ring of Doom
This fell upon Frodo Baggins
The heir of Bilbo the hobbit
His friend Sam wanted to go
His wish, well, he got it!
Sam had only wanted
To see the elves
Frodo took him beyond Rivendell
Through dark dwarven delves
Dear, good, simple Sam
He bore a burden none would bear
He followed Frodo to Mordor