Jamwine traveled exhausted and injured, finally returning to the city of Duillond.
Meeting with Nathronwen who mended the halfling the best she could, although nothing could mend the loss of his newfound friends. His strength was regained after many nights.
Jamwine sat, bags packed, eager (but hesitant) to return to the Shire.
“Nathronwen”, Jamwine muttered. “Something has changed in me, I fear it. A presence is lurking. I have felt it in my dreams”.
The elf nodded. “I too have felt its presence”. Her eyes transfixed on a dull blue light that shimmered from Jamwine’s vest pocket.
Swiftly closing his pocket, the halfling slowly heaved himself from his chair.
“Are you strong enough to journey back to Frogmorton?” the elf pleaded.
“Yes, I must take my leave now” as he clutched a freshly carved elven walking stick.
“Please”, Jamwine mumbled as he handed Nathronwen a wax sealed note “Send your messengers to Frogmorton with this note. I have a friend who may be waiting on me”.
Jamwine departed the elvish city, making his trek home the way he came. The hobbit’s adventure was over, as he quietly stepped into the dark line of trees of the Bindbole Wood. The only trace of legacy left behind were his small muddy footprints.
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