"Aaah." Frodo sighs as he's struck with a bout of homesickness.
Small hills, the greenest of green in the springtime. And then the winter, when everything's covered in a blanket of snow. It reminds him so much of the Shire, and the things that he's been missing on this journey. He nods along, giving Elizabeth a somber kind of smile. "What a lovely place."
Now, for Middle-earth..."Ah, well I can't describe it all to you. There are very many places that I haven't seen." Or maybe will...or have seen. There was too many places he'd been to for a hobbit. "I came from a place known as the Shire."
He looks down to his feet as they continue, lost in thought. "The sky is beautiful, and the grass is always green. My kin live in houses built into the hills, called smials." Oh, Bag End. How he missed it! "It's always beautiful in the Shire. And when winter comes, it's even more so." Frodo sighed. "There is nothing more pleasurable than watching the snow fall from outside of your window while you sip a cup of tea."
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Small hills, the greenest of green in the springtime. And then the winter, when everything's covered in a blanket of snow. It reminds him so much of the Shire, and the things that he's been missing on this journey. He nods along, giving Elizabeth a somber kind of smile. "What a lovely place."
Now, for Middle-earth..."Ah, well I can't describe it all to you. There are very many places that I haven't seen." Or maybe will...or have seen. There was too many places he'd been to for a hobbit. "I came from a place known as the Shire."
He looks down to his feet as they continue, lost in thought. "The sky is beautiful, and the grass is always green. My kin live in houses built into the hills, called smials." Oh, Bag End. How he missed it! "It's always beautiful in the Shire. And when winter comes, it's even more so." Frodo sighed. "There is nothing more pleasurable than watching the snow fall from outside of your window while you sip a cup of tea."