Evangeline was both like her uncle and unlike her uncle. She was like her uncle when he was young; adventurous and somewhat wild. And she was unlike her uncle as he got older; his need for adventures dying down until all he wanted was to stay at home. She wanted to leave Bag End, and travel and see as much of Middle Earth as she possible could.
Yes she was like and unlike her uncle, and it was this likeness and unlikeness that caused the wonderful, loving hobbits of Bag End, to frown upon her. It was both the likeness and unlikeness that causes her uncle to shake his head at her, more puzzled than anything at how she came to be this way.
It was also this likeness and unlikeness that caused to run out after the mysterious grey Wizard, Gandalf, after he had left her uncle's house. This need for adventure and the desire to be a part of something bigger than herself, was driving her forward.
"I want to be part of an adventure! I want to see what's out there. Truly if my uncle will not go then I will! I will go in my uncles place!" The Wizard turned and looked at the small female hobbit, a twinkle in his eyes and a smile on his face.
"Evangeline Took, I think you will find yourself in an adventure sooner than you know. And I believe that you will play a bigger part than you realize. Enjoy the party tonight." With a wink and a smile the wizard was leaving Evangeline standing behind, a confused look on her face and a heart full of hope.
Evangeline stayed behind as her uncle Bilbo went out but she did not stay relaxed. She was pacing back and forth in her uncle's home, determined to figure out what kind of adventure she may possibly be going on.
She was getting no where of course, as there were many possibilities of different adventures. But she still liked to think and let her mind wander. Would this adventure take her to the sea? To the mountains or the forest of Lothloríen? Would she be gone long? It would probably be dangerous.
The thought of danger stopped Evangeline's pacing and made her look to the the door of her room. Inside of her room, stashed under some floorboards, were weapons her uncle never knew she had. There wasn't much there; a few daggers and a very old and very blunt sword. But it was better than nothing.
"I cannot believe that Wizard, Gandalf. Offering us an adventure. And you, to run after him like a...a..." Her uncle couldn't even finish his sentence before he was walking towards the kitchen, setting his items down with a huff.
"An adventure wouldn't be too bad would it?" Evangeline leaned on the doorframe, her mind once again wandering. What would it be like, leaving Bag End and exploring? She wondered even as her uncle was giving her incredulous looks.
"We do not have adventures. We are Baggins of Bag End, and that is where we will stay." Except that Evangeline was a Took. She had Baggins blood in her, but she was a Took. She was more Took than Baggins.
"Help me with supper, will you?" Her uncle then turned, muttering to himself about wizards and quests and how unbelievable that was. Evangeline smiles behind his back and even let a giggle escape now and then. She was hoping and wishing for an adventure and the wizard had promised her, more like told her, that she would have an adventure and play an important role.
"No more talk of silly adventures."