In a faraway land called middle earth, this tale starts in the region of Eriador where there is a place that can make you feel at home in a moment. The Shire, where the Hobbits roam – oh, pardon me, the hobbit is a small race that typically dwell underground, believed to be related to Man. They usually have curly hair and large, hairy, feet who never go on adventures – believing them to be nasty things that make you late for supper. Or at least – that's what Bilbo Baggins used to believe.
"You think she'd lose those trousers, so improper. That curtain of hair is so unruly – if not for her height people may believe her to be a loose puppy. And don't start me on those feet, not at all as big as the rest of her siblings – the runt of the litter, honestly!" Cried an elderly female hobbit, though a hobbit was usually kind the world of the Shire found every reason to despise the Took Family. The only respectable Took they believed to be Bilbo Baggins of Bag End, the quiet boy of Belladonna Took who had childish fantasies he eventually grew out of – if only the rest of his Took side would do the same. Beside the elderly hobbit woman stood an older man with plain brown trousers and a green shirt that was buttoned to the neck. No doubt that poor Hobbit woman's husband was so uncomfortable.
"Hello Mr. and Mrs. Holden." Called the young female Hobbit; she waved her hand in enthusiastic greeting with a bright smile on her face. The gentleman, Mr. Holden, was waved back with a small smile only for Mrs. Holden to smack the back of the Hobbit's head in outrage.
"Stop encouraging her," Growled the Matriarch of the Holden Family. However, Mirabella Took – Daughter to Isembold Took, Son of Gerontius Took- heard the comment dripping with distaste before running her hand through the unruly, curled brown locks.
A Took.
That was her family name and no matter how much she tried to act like Bilbo, little slip ups did not go unnoticed from the gossiping creatures in the Shire. Mirabella, on the other hand, wished she was anything but a Took and wished she had been a Baggins like her cousin. As she shuffled along the dirt roads of the shire with her feet kicking up dirt in a pouting manner her eyes glued on her smaller than normal feet. If it wasn't bad enough to be a Took – she had to have been the most single Hobbit with small feet and unruly curly hair – nothing like her many siblings and cousins whose curls were easier to manage. But her father always commented on her feet.
"It's alright Mirabella, my great uncle – Bandobras Took had a daughter just like you in his multitude of children. She had small feet and unruly hair – but she had a knack for curiosity and one day went off to dwell with the Elves of Lorien. It's just genetics, nasty little bugger that gives you whatever it feels like."
But Mirabella wasn't as comforted as her father thought – it just made her annoyed with genetics, it gave her the idea that her adventurous spirit had been given to her because of her Took side while giving Bilbo the life of a Baggins of Bag End.
"Stupid adventures." Grumbled Mirabella – but instantly her mind envisioned the Blue Mountains she read so often about, before the magnificent elven city of Rivendell was before her. Mirabella shook her head before puffing her chest out. "I will not go on any adventures – I am a Hobbit, not a dwarf or a Wizard – I am Mirabella Took, the Took with not a single adventure under her belt. " Mirabella encouraged herself before she continued forwards up the hill to Bilbo Baggins' home of Bag End.