He can't really explain how he became the way he is.
Thinking back on it now he doesn't really know where it all started.
It could have been a single word that sparked it all; tumbling down in his mind like trees suddenly collapsing in on themselves against the sheer weight of the wind.
Or maybe it was a mere touch to the shoulder that caught him off guard so harshly that this whole body froze up automatically nearly identical to that of a startled rabbit ready to bolt in the next five seconds.
Honestly speaking though, he thinks it may have all started when he was a fauntling just out of stretch of babehood.
Growing up he'd been a very curious and quiet wee one, constantly getting into one thing or another according to his mother.
Perhaps it had been his parents that played a part in his personality?
His father had been a good gentlehobbit, better than the majority of them mind you just a tad sterner than most.
But strictly speaking he was a Baggins and being a Baggins meant being prim and proper to a tee.
Anyway, his father Bungo Baggins had had a deeper speaking voice than most male hobbits of the shire tended to have; It was rich and strong coupled by a no nonsense tone of voice that had often instilled into it that caused myself to not want to meet my father's gaze more often than not.
More likely than not he had just been a very skittish lad from the start.
He remembered often hiding behind his mother's skirts from a young age to tweenhood.
Which his father had given him a reprimand about every so often.
Being so shy around guests was unheard of, and was very un-hobbitish, or Bagginish way to act but otherwise his father let him be.
His mother Belladonna Baggins Nee' Took had been a lovely woman, full sunshine and laughter,wild mischievousness, and a proper sprinkle of good sense to balance it all out.
She's probably where he got his wandering feet so to speak, his wanderlust.
Despite his timidness he was full of ideas of adventure.
And oh did he dream!
All of wondrous places outside the shire.
Of towering mountain ranges capped with snowy peaks, magical forests where the trees walked and talked as the same as you or I, and of the mysterious and ancient first race; the elves of middle earth.
Yes, for a hobbit he had always had been rather strange.
As for the residents of the Shire?
They never really let him live it down either.
Even after his parents passed, he was branded as estranged and mad.
For no hobbit willingly lived alone.
Mad Baggins, he was labeled,
And so he would be called for the rest of his days.
More so really,after his little but big adventure full of barrel riding, riddle weaving, orc fighting, and stealing from dragons and dwarrow alike.
I suppose no one's ever really normal, nor perfect.
But he liked to think in the end he had changed for the better.
After all, the story's never truly over until the last page is penned, ahem or lived in this case.