The Secret Lives of Hobbits: Introduction
Outside it was a beautiful spring evening, flower blossoms reflected against the midnight-blue sky. Inside the inn, it wasn't as nice, but it was a friendly atmosphere, with friends, drinking, and talking, sometimes the Hobbits there would seeming abruptly break into song, and there was almost always was laughter to be heard, floating out into the night.
In a trash-filled courtyard behind the inn, however, the scene was quite different. Tweenage Hobbit lass rested against the dirty back wall of the inn. Her clothes were torn and dirty. Her face was gaudily painted in outlandish colors, a base of white shining beneath. Her bodice was partially undone to reveal a good measure of cleavage, also smudged with white. Her curls were piled atop her head and her skirts were stained. She leaned against the cold bricks, a crooked smile just barely crossing her lips.
Outside it was a beautiful spring evening, flower blossoms reflected against the midnight-blue sky. Inside the inn, it wasn't as nice, but it was a friendly atmosphere, with friends, drinking, and talking, sometimes the Hobbits there would seeming abruptly break into song, and there was almost always was laughter to be heard, floating out into the night.
In a trash-filled courtyard behind the inn, however, the scene was quite different. Tweenage Hobbit lass rested against the dirty back wall of the inn. Her clothes were torn and dirty. Her face was gaudily painted in outlandish colors, a base of white shining beneath. Her bodice was partially undone to reveal a good measure of cleavage, also smudged with white. Her curls were piled atop her head and her skirts were stained. She leaned against the cold bricks, a crooked smile just barely crossing her lips.