Sometimes fate can be a very funny thing. I was working hard in the Ivy Bush, as ever. The usual handful of drinkers were there, including young Robin Smallburrow. I was chatting away, when I became aware of movement behind me. Turning around, I noticed a dwarf had sneaked in and was helping himself to a Thistleberry Brew. Naturally I scolded him, and he soon apologised, stating that he had been trying to get my attention for ages. Well us hobbits do enjoy a good chat!
Anyway, one thing led to another and we were soon sat sharing stories. It just so happened that Kinmur (for that was the dwarf’s name) had returned from an adventure in some place called the Lone Lands. Would you believe it, he happened to mention that he had been travelling with a hobbit – none other than my missing husband Pashbo!
I was obviously fuming. Kinmur was very courteous and offered to escort me to the Lone Lands, but did warn me that he is probably long gone now. I am quite tempted, although the thought of adventure does not have the same level of interest to me, but…….. well I just have too much work to do here.