Yule

The pale light of the full moon that lit the Great Road. yule was holding the reins of the pony harnessed to her wagon. She paced slowly onwards in the direction of Buckland, her bare feet treading out the path that was taking her back to the Shire and her memories on  this noiseless night under the moon. Her hair unbound, her robe uncintured. She knew she was probably watched by hidden eyes in the dark shadows.

Yule came awake slowly. She blinked a few times, yawned, and stretched her body on the soft grass by the Staddlemere. The sun was setting, turning the calm waters into a lake of golds and reds, sprinkled with gems, the first stars appearing in the darkening sky. Yule had gone for a swim , early in the afternoon, and had fallen asleep  on the shore. She lay calm, savoring the peace and quiet of Breeland spring evening.

Many months had passed since yule's secret meeting with her uncle, Gerebaldo Took, in Overhill.  The spot where her wagon used to stand in Waymeet laid empty, the only trace she had once lived there was an empty  tend and an old campfire. As she came, so she went....in silence!

Garry waited patiently, leaned back against the big tree in the warm afternoon winter-sun.

Now it came to pass that upon a certain day in the middle of winter did yule of Shire Rose ride boldly to Overhill for a secret meeting in the hidden room on the house of Master Gerebaldo Took.