Juste Moves to Hobbit Shire

Juste Headed for Hobbit Shire

Jaekob Faolan nods to his little friend, a smile curling onto his lips. "If you are sure, lad, then I give my leave for your move," he says hiding a bit of sadness. Juste had been at his side for as long as he could remember, lived near him and tended to all of his needs.

Juste Rivers: "Mees needs to be wif da other 'obbits, Mistah Druid Jaekob. And Missy Druid Fiesty done gived me da invitation to live at 'er house," he says all puffed up, proudly. Yet, his shoulders have a sense of slumping. "Mees will still do da tending of you, Mistah Druid Jaekob. But, you gots da Missy Ametwist now. And.... and...

Jaekob Faolan kneels down on one knee, his hand on Juste's shoulder, "I know lad. Things have changed and you want to be nearer family. I do understand," he says softly, patting the fragile little shoulder.

Juste Rivers: "But, mees will still do da cooking for da peoples. Mees will always do mees jobs and help wif da caring for da peoples Mistah Druid Jaekob."

Jaekob Faolan nods and stands up, "I know my little friend. Now, let me assist you in loading the wagon hmmmm?"

Juste River's eyes get watery and go wide, "Oh no, dats not da kind of work for da Baran. Mees will do it," he says going toward the door with a bag of possessions on an oaken branch.

Jaekob Faolan chuckles, "I insist, lad." And the Druid follows behind the Hobbit, measuring his steps not to overtake him.

   The hobbit stands at the bridge that crosses from Cheshire to Hobbit Shire. He holds the branch with his few meager clothes bundled at the end and looks at the large cart beside him. Everything he owned, mostly of a kitchen nature was packed into the wagon.
   His stove was left behind, it being too large for him to move. But, it would be brought along later. For now, he had a table and chairs and a bed. Not that he used the bed overly much; he was comfortable curling up wherever he might have ended his work day. Well, as long as he had a plate of food, maybe a turkey leg or two. They were his favourite.
   He surveyed the contents of the wagon one last time. He had flour and salt and pepper. He had a large barrel of apples as Apple Pie was one of his favourite things to cook. "A good beginning," he thought to himself, grabbing an apple to munch on as he waved the peasant and oxen onward.

Juste Rivers: "Mees gots a new 'ome," he began to sing as he skipped and danced behind the laden wagon as they crossed the bridge. "Mees gots a best friend and a new 'ome and mees is 'appy to be 'ome wif da 'obbits."

Juste Moves Into his New Home