Characters: Fellowship members.
Disclaimer: The characters in this story do not belong to me, but are being used for amusement only, and all rights remain with the estate of JRR Tolkien.
The Lie of the Land
The chalk had its own character and its own beauty. There was the soft swell of gentle hills, curvaceous valleys between, dipping into deep hollows where moisture gathered.
Gimli had spoken of the way the rock beneath the surface shaped the landscape, but it was Gandalf and Strider who had spoken of the way that the landscape somehow shaped those who lived within it.
Sam looked at that familiar land – a hobbit could live nowhere better.
Then he turned from the window to his most beloved wife asleep beside him; soft swell, curvaceous valleys… truly a daughter of the chalk.
I've been on my hols, but I'm hoping to catch up!