1. A Hobbitish Story (1/2)

~there were patchy, led colored clouds upon a blue canvas; the sun's rays shone happily down upon the small, lush, light green fields and even small people walking about them. farmers whistled bird songs whilst a wheelbarrow led them to a sheep pen, little girls and boys ran about the playing field, kicking around a purple ball, and the elders were just rising.

even though it was already elevensies.

the smell of greasy pork and baking sweet

ead floated out of my home through the open kitchen windows, and into the shire around us. my mother, azaelia, was running about the kitchen, reading elevensies for my

other and i, even though she was one-hundred and twelve! i sat on the steps before our humble hobbit hole with a green door, my red, leather notebook sat on my lap and my eyes were closed, i let the sun hug me with his arms of warmth. all of a sudden something whizzed by my head and struck the door behind me, i turned quickly to find a violet ball running its way towards me. i shook my head and rolled my eyes as my

other, till, came up to me, his face was the color of fresh strawberries in summer and his

eathing equated the wind in a hurricane.

he could only point, i smiled and held out the ball to him, as he left i yelled back to him "till! be careful with that! you know that mr. gamgee doesn't enjoy it when you go trumping into his spice garden after it!" i called, till nodded and hurried back to his friends, i smiled, till was always a troublemaker, no matter what you told him, he would do the exact opposite. i watched the children play ball for a while, finally get bored of watching the ball fly through the air i stood and walked to the small bench beside the office window and plopped down, flipping through my journal and scanning the pages.

"alright, myrtle, till! elevensies!" azaelia called, i stood and almost ran into our home. i was still hungry from first and second

eakfast. most people think hobbits are short and fat, and, in most cases, they would be correct.

in most cases.

i am not one of those cases.

in fact, i'm not a normal hobbit. i've been told multiple times by multiple hobbits.

i'm tall for a hobbit, for a fact, i'm the tallest hobbit in my family! i am four feet and five inches tall, i'm taller than my mother by three inches! as i mentioned before, most people think hobbits are fat, i've been compared to a skeleton before. hobbits usually have very hairy feet, mine, have very little. all of the hobbits in my family have

own hair (or blonde) but my hair is almost the color white!

the three of us sat down for elevensies and mother

ought up a dreaded topic.

marriage.

"all i'm saying, myrtle, is that you need to start thinking about it! you need to start looking for suitable hobbits to settle down with, to start your own family. not that i'll ever be tired of having you here, darling, but, you really need to think about your future" she said, i poked my sausage absent mindedly.

"who would want to marry her? i mean, she's a freak" till said, mother hit till's arm and till giggled as he shoved a whole, boiled egg in his mouth. there was a short pause.

"i heard that whitfurrows hobbit has his eye on you, darling, besides he's a nice hobbit, a gentleman he is." mother said, i sighed. todo whitfurrows was a hobbit i had never really met, he would always stare at me when my friend rosie-posie millstone and i would catch frogs by the river. todo was a tall hobbit, he was even taller than me! he was equipped with black hair and green eyes, along with a nice build, he was the hobbit who made all female hobbits swoon.

"could we please not talk about this, right now?" i asked, mother nodded and till wore a devious grin on his face.

"she doesn't want to feel any worse about herself than she already does" till snickered, this time, mother slapped till on the cheek.

"now don't you say another word, you" mother growled, till nodded and continued bombarding his mouth with food, my appetite left me. that day it was my job to go pick the weeds from the top of our hobbit hole and as i did i sat and stared at the sky. what must it be like, out there, outside of the shire? what are those strange places i saw on the map? and, most importantly, how can i get there?

i shook my head, i couldn't leave the shire! what was i thinking? a hobbit in a big, wide world like that? i'd be squished or squashed or eaten or made into jam! i sighed and yanked a weed free from the ground, what was wrong with weeds?