At Poppy’s question, the wraith glanced around. Fully green, giant trees pressed in close (Not close enough to conceal even a Hobbit), a sliver of a sun-bathed clearing peeked out from between the trees ('Tis too exposed), and along their left side squatted a group of broad-leafed bushes -
'Tis perfect, thought he.
"There," Nazgul #7 hissed, pointing over Poppy’s shoulder to the bushes ten yards away. "We may conceal ourselves there, and wait until you have rested."
She could do this. She could get to her feet (with the aid of her stick, of course), and force herself to cross the distance to the hiding spot the wraith had pointed out. She could do it, and more importantly, she would.
A look of grim determination upon her features, Poppy managed to maneuver her body upright and begin moving for the bushes. She hardly noticed the Nazgul, who was busy looking in every direction for any signs of impending danger, so focused was she upon her task.
Finally, the little Hobbit reached the first straggly branches of the cluster of bushes, and she dropped to the ground gratefully, sliding the rest of the way into hiding along the dirt. Once concealed, Poppy curled up on her side on the ground, closing her eyes and relishing the ability to relax.
Only noticing that Poppy moved to hiding once he no longer felt her body’s warm radiating, the wraith followed, never ceasing his watch, spinning in circles, certain that the monster lurked behind him with each frantic glance.
At last, Nazgul #7 dove into the cover of the brush. “We shall wait until you recover,” he whispered, parting the bush’s branches for one last glimpse out. “We wait, and we pray that the monster does not come this way.”
The Nazgul looked down on the Hobbit, whose eyes closed; a thought struck him then, and though the fear of discovery by the creature left him on edge and glancing through the branches every few moments, his mind wandered to Poppy.
You never cease to astound me, the wraith mused.
As distracted as their situation made him, the wraith thought over Poppy’s actions - and actions Poppy did not do. Poppy ran when urgency demanded it, and only stopped on pain from her broken leg. With his own demand to hide, Poppy neither complained nor called for help, and moved to the bush by herself. Poppy seemed less panicked than the Nazgul, a trained killer of Sauron…
What is this hidden strength in this Hobbit?