Disclaimer: I don't own it. If I did, would I really be writing this? Didn't think so.
Title: Lady Hobbit
Rating: PG, just to be sure.
Summery: Ever wonder about that one little character that we never hear about? You know, the girl that marries Merry? Well, here's what happened to her.
A/N: After a lecture in Principles of English Composition, I decided to come back to these older stories of mine that I think are worth saving and revise them. I have changed some of the wording, as well as some of the sentence structure. However, I didn't change as much as I thought I would have to. If you have any ideas for revising, please send them to me via review.
Chapter One: Saying Goodbyes
Estella Bolger was not one to run. Her long, dark, curly hair fanned out behind her as she ran, her pale green eyes flashing. He didn't even say goodbye.
The roads seemed to set their will against her. She stumbled and fell a few times, but quickly made her way to Farmer Maggot's fields, a well known shortcut. Plunging into the corn, she barely paused to glance about her. Luckily she did, for she managed to pause just long enough to catch Farmer Maggot's yelling. Tears streaming down her face, she ran towards the sound.
"COME BACK HERE! WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON YOU...!" the voice cried. Estella slowed, trying to compose herself. The farmer sounded angry, and not in a mocking way, either. When Farmer Maggot was angry, it was not wise to cross his path. She stepped out of the main path as she heard several hobbits running her way. She watched silently as Meriadoc Brandybuck, Perigrin Took, Frodo Baggins, and Samwise Gamgee tore past her. Perigrin, or Pippin, as he was more commonly known, was crying out something about those sacks of potatos that they "lifted" the week before, the ones that Estella had caught them with. While mulling this over in her head, she moved slowly after them. The farmer had given up the chase, at least for now, and Estella was more interested in the four male hobbits that had run by her. Or, to be more specific, one of the four male hobbits. She emerged from the field in time to see them all fall down the side of the cliff. Stifling a laugh, she stopped in her tracks and listened for any sign of life coming from the road. Soon, her ears caught muffled voices lamenting the loss of a carrot and the finding of mushrooms. Estella was torn between crying and laughing. He was down there.
"Get off the roads! Quick!" came Frodo's voice up the bank. Estella quickly walked to the edge of the cliff and, lowering herself to the ground, peered over to see the road. A rider, dressed all in black, had stopped where the boys had once been standing. He sniffed the air, as if searching for their sent. He then dismounted and leaned over a root in the tree to search underneath. Estella's breath caught in her throat. That was most certainly where they were hiding! Just as she contemplated standing up and distracting the masked rider, something stirred in the woods. As the rider raced after it, Estella came to her senses soon enough to see the boys running off into the woods. She ran after them, staying far enough back that they wouldn't see her, but close enough that she wouldn't lose them. When they finally stopped to catch their breath, Estella collapsed against a tree, partly out of exhaustion and partly from her continued wish to remain out of sight (she was most unused to this constant running). It seemed that Pippin was out of breath as well, as he promptly fell onto the ground. Merry began putting pieces together, as soon as they stopped. He had that kind of mind. He was able to think, even on the run. But Estella could only wonder if he realized that he had forgotten something at home. Something very important. Whatever Merry's thoughts, the peace and rest was short lived. The rider made his reappearance, and the hobbits, including Estella, scattered. She had heard enough to decide that they were heading to Bree, a town outside the borders of the Shire. With no second thought, she decided to follow. After all, lady hobbit or not, she was not going to let Merry get away without saying goodbye to her. Not by a longshot.
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