The tide washes in...

[meriadocgamgee]

*pushes the rusted gate of Gamgee Hall open, stepping for the first time in a long time on the grounds he had made his own. Looks mournfully upon the overgrown plants that choke out what used to be gardens, and block windows. Looks back at Moraer with dispairing eyes before going to the front door. Pauses, then pushes it open. There's nothing left

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[moraer]

:nuzzles his hand:

[meriadocgamgee]

*scratches the pony's jaw and chin* I know. You'd rather me go find a warm shelter where I can cozy up by a fire and catch up. I don't know if I'm ready for that yet.

[moraer]

:snorts: And dwelling on ruin is better than the company of hobbit-kind?

[meriadocgamgee]

Maybe.

[frodogamgee]

*ping?*