No Words

No words were necessary. A mutual understanding arose between the four hobbits as they looked at each other, comprehending what this special moment meant. They were at the Green Dragon with one other. Had they foreseen this would ever happen again?

Discreet smiles indicated secret knowledge of their shared experience as a simultaneous toast was raised, conveying feelings of friendship, peace and sweet relief that danger had passed.

Then they drank a long sip of warm strong ale made from the vineyards of their own Shire.

No need for any words.

They had made it. They were back, finally home again.