When, at least, we had reached the top of the hill and was surprised to find Loki and his versus worlds, we might have encounter unwelcome conflicts and be coming down the caravan in my poor accommodations will make a safety trip for the environment. A dark sand appeared, riddled with black rocks, Cherry Blossom breathed a sigh of relief as they headed for the Giant she had seen out the window.
Looking up, she made out a zigzagging line on the paper mapping the stairs carved into the cliff face, where she had noticed the giant, giving them direction, leading to the troops, the men pulled in their oars, jumped over the sides and, as a wave pushed the craft forwards, hauled it up the Caravan, one by one jumping into the field.
"Cherry, do you know the Giant can smell your appearance?" I was proud of my little girl as she rose up and stepped to kiss me.
She learns on the trends we propose and for those who engaged to follow or not by respectful choice, she watched them row away. This caravan was lowered then our Hobbit home, and daddy was far away from her, she thanked the man from far away and waved her hand out the window perceiving the diference from her origens.
"Mammie, will we see the Giants mommy? I want to show them the magic of spring and play with the petals in the wind, I'd like to seat in them shoulder and see from above the mountains."
The one to protect her from her magical nature, will not be me, she was my Cherry Blossom and as a tree could understand her passion to die for. "If there is a power to free, I will be there for you my love that if we lose our childlike play, what would this world become? But, I must tell the you Cherry, the Giants are not very nice"
Cherry stepped out, as her sandals sank into the water as she started towards the base of the stairs. The stairs was steps out the Caravan who would not promise you a return back, as I had followed her it felt as if she carried my lost desires and left them dragging in me. This narrow steps, we touch ground following the men's tread. She started climbing and was soon breathing deeply. The higher she climbed, the more disconcerting the drop of the sweat was. I wanted to teach her how to survive, for her freedom, whatever it meant, it was not a question of meaning and the average reasoning, we are Goddess of an Immortal thirst and Nature.
Far, away in the Shire, where the sun crept higher and the friends got closer, where the buildings under the earth were visual by them rounded gates and communal safety, the earth builds closely to camouflage its cozy insiders. Bilbo was, thinking over again for what was left.
When this thought came to his mind he knew it was an unworthy one. His woman was fully trained with the duties of the house, or so he assumed, but she was as undeserving of the burden of his heart as to her own carrying it away.
"Ah ha! So, is not coming home, she doesn't want to have more children, wants adventures and to play her godly modes?" As he seat in profound meditation holding his armchair and pipe with his right hand, be billed down his thoughts deeper with it, watch them create his own vision of altruism, he would not become the fool of the Shire, whose woman left away. Thinking to his self, he thought to never give me any credit, and never have me in his book, but pulled to his own with intrigued thought secretly planned. "I know!" Clipped his fingers, tabbing the pipe with a constant rhythm "Will go to Gandalf, he knows I'm no ordinary Hobbit!" Smirked cleverly at the wide space of my own without his wife. "There was no better account to have a good caused then with the benefit of others, Gandalf knows my reckon burglary! in this way I will tell him of a treasure I know exists, and to not tell the Dwarfs is me the source." Shifted the weight of my leg to the other side it's tendon across my knee. "I know I'm not a hero."
