Author: Elwen of the Hidden Valley
Characters: Frodo Baggins
Source: Post Ring War
Disclaimer: It all belongs to JRR Tolkien. I am only borrowing for a few moments in order to spread a little angst.
Abandoning the illusive quest for sleep, Frodo wrapped himself against the chill and slipped from Bag End, to settle with tea and pipe upon the new bench by the gate.
In a hawthorn down the lane, blackbird broke the silence and others swelled his chorus, as Anar crept stealthily from behind the hills, to paint the grey sky, palest gold. In the valley woodsmoke mingled with morning mist as fires were stoked for first breakfast and cows lowed mournfully for milking. Within Bag End a babe fretted.
Frodo committed all to memory on this, his last dawn in the Shire.