Snow In The Wind – January 1419

Snow had come upon the westward wind, and Men had come in with it.  They tramped through the fields, carelessly crossing hedges and rows, staring hungrily at her as they passed, until she called the dogs.  They went too often to the Hill, to Bag End, to mean well.  Rosie was not fooled by Lotho’s words; she had seen his eyes and they were avid and cold.  All he had acquired he had spoiled:  the beautiful work of Sam’s gentle hands lay barren and ruined, and she could no longer bear to wander by in hope as she once had.