Many wolves looking for relaxation come to Blossom Field. A gentle breeze vibrating the blossoming flowers is quite a sight to see and it is quite a favourite for wolves to come with their mates.
A recent fire has ruined the scenery, half the field covered with soot and marked with scars of the flames. The other half is untouched, however.
No matter the weather, we'll go far IP: 50.33.225.166 Posted on January 11, 2013 at 02:01:43 PM by Samwise Gamgee & Others
Sam watched as Master Frodo and Master Gandalf walked into his den. He shook his head, knowing Gandalf brought adventures. Frodo's late uncle had apparently gone on a big one, but Sam had never been told the exact story. Frodo knows the story, and I'd like to hear it one day. I heard that Bilbo almost died. Looking up, he saw Pippin and Merrie. He smiled at them.
Marrie padded over to Sam.
Hey, what's up with Gandalf? He hasn't been around the shire in quite a while.
Dark Strider looked at the other two shaides, dark brown eyea glaring. At a certain angle, they looked red. His pitch black fur could be completely invisible in a shadow. Get the Ring. His hoarse voice rasped to his brethren. He padded towards the direction of the field, known as the Shire. Dark Tomb followed, hoping Shaide would, too. Replies:
