hobbits

The afternoon sun was high overhead when Dogward finally approached the Woolyfoot family hobbit hole. Far from being the largest of similar holes nearby, this home had long been a bit cramped for the family of eight (Of course, that never bothered Dogward much, since he preferred to spend most of his time outside anyway).

Dogward's feet came to a stop before a low stone fence. Not far past that barrier was the town of Scary, and he could see towering past that was the sheer face of the hill the local hobbits mined as a quarry. The top of that hill was sparsely covered with grass and trees. It was also one of Dogward's favorite places in all of The Shire.

-No, no, no!

-Those eyes... Those eyes. No! Run, run! Run Pekki, run, they are coming! His shouts made Aggy turn in her sleep and eventually wake up, only to see Ern laying on the bed, pale and sweaty, as if wanting to run but not being able to do it.

-They are here, run, please, I beg you Pekki.
-Ern, Ern, what is it my dear? Wake up, please, what do you see?