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Ancestress  by Dreamflower

 

Chapter Fifty: Hole is Where the Heart Is

"Would you like to see where it will be?" she asked them, as she sipped her tea.

And so after tea, they found themselves riding south of Avallónë. Elrond had provided both hobbits with sturdy ponies for the times when they might need to journey further than feet could conveniently carry them. Bilbo had ridden his only once since they arrived, but Frodo had taken a few rides on his. Somehow Adamanta had also acquired a pony, a lovely dappled mare.

In the late afternoon, they rode beyond the edges of the city, and over a grassy down for about a league.

Frodo stared at the vista that greeted him as they came over the crest of a hill. The country before them reminded him achingly of the Shire. He could tell by Bilbo's gasp that the old hobbit saw the resemblance as well.

A small river ran through a pleasant valley. There were several copses of trees scattered about that ran down to the banks of the water. And just on the other side rose a hill. It reminded Frodo so strongly of The Hill that it seemed strange not to see Bag End there, with all Hobbiton laid out before it. But the land was pristine and uninhabited.

"This must have been much like the Shire looked before it was settled," said Bilbo quietly.

Adamanta looked at them. "Do you really think so? I think it is like the Vale-- which is what we called the place where our village was beyond the Anduin." She pointed at the hill. "I have been granted that spot to make a smial of my own. Lord Elrond has kindly offered me the services of his household to do the building. And I was hoping for your advice about it as well."





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