~*~*~*~*~* Marigold Boffin from Bree
Sorry, I know this is an awful title, but I couldn't think of anything better.. I promise the story isn't such shoddy quality!
Disclaimer- I don't own Lord of the Rings or any sort of things. I 'added' my main character in to her family name. and she defiantly aint mine, just like Frodo, Sam and Rosie belong to Tolkien too.
Anyway, I'd appreciate any thoughts you have so far. I'm not sure if this would be hobbitish enough, but I am trying. please don't hurt me! ^_^
Enjoy!
"But mother, I don't want to!" exclaimed Marigold.
"It isn't a case of whether or not you want to, it is simply a matter of you doing as I say," returned her mother, continuing her sewing. Marigold stared angrily into the fire for a while before she replied;
"When we were back home, you never wanted me to work, why do I have to now?"
"A lot of things are different now. Tomorrow you will get up and go to work," answered her mother, pausing to cut the piece of wool she sewed with.
"Why? Why can't I just stay here and look after Pea?" exclaimed Marigold. Her mothers' hands were trembling as she put her sewing down and glared at her daughter, speaking quietly but commandingly.
"Because money isn't dug out of the ground. We do not have your father anymore, and you are old enough to help." Marigold looked away, knowing she would have to go now that her mother had brought that up.
"Go to bed," said her mother, almost kindly, "you will need to be up early for work tomorrow; they expect you there in time for breakfast."
"Yes mother," sighed Marigold, turning and leaving to go to bed, just as her mother had said. Opening the door, she saw that Peony was already in bed and sound asleep. Peony was still so young (only 10) and wasn't really Marigold's sister, but her niece. Peony had been living as part of the family after her mother, and Marigold's sister (Adelia) had died of the fever. That was when things had first started to go wrong.
Marigold sighed and quickly got changed into her nightgown, slipping under the sheets. Reaching under her bed, she pulled out a small leather-bound book, a quill and ink. Dipping her pen, she began to write;
My mother has just told me that I am to work. Work as a maid, what's more. I don't know why she has decided this now; she was content for me to stay at home and look after Pea back home in Bree. As soon as we moved here, she's been different. I think she has a plan, for us, but I do not yet know what it is. I don't like Hobbiton, it's changing her more, and this hole is smaller than our old one. Everything is wrong; I don't want to be here. I-
Here, Marigold stopped. "I wish father were here," she whispered aloud. He was the one who had always spoilt her; he was the one who loved her best. When her father had still been alive, her mother had been more content to be what she was. Of course, Marigold's mother had always wanted to be higher on the social side of things, but it had gotten so much worse since her fathers passing.
Now they had moved out here, to Hobbiton to be with her mother's side of the family, and now, Marigold had to have a job. "Just go to sleep, you have to work tomorrow," Marigold scolded herself. She turned on her side and stared at the wall for a long while, before her lids closed wearily and she drifted off into slumber. __________________________________________________
Authour's note; The first names are taken from the family trees at the end of the books. I know that Marigold probably couldn't write, but there are explanations, just not yet!
Also, would you be wanting background on Marigold?
Sorry, I know this is an awful title, but I couldn't think of anything better.. I promise the story isn't such shoddy quality!
Disclaimer- I don't own Lord of the Rings or any sort of things. I 'added' my main character in to her family name. and she defiantly aint mine, just like Frodo, Sam and Rosie belong to Tolkien too.
Anyway, I'd appreciate any thoughts you have so far. I'm not sure if this would be hobbitish enough, but I am trying. please don't hurt me! ^_^
Enjoy!
"But mother, I don't want to!" exclaimed Marigold.
"It isn't a case of whether or not you want to, it is simply a matter of you doing as I say," returned her mother, continuing her sewing. Marigold stared angrily into the fire for a while before she replied;
"When we were back home, you never wanted me to work, why do I have to now?"
"A lot of things are different now. Tomorrow you will get up and go to work," answered her mother, pausing to cut the piece of wool she sewed with.
"Why? Why can't I just stay here and look after Pea?" exclaimed Marigold. Her mothers' hands were trembling as she put her sewing down and glared at her daughter, speaking quietly but commandingly.
"Because money isn't dug out of the ground. We do not have your father anymore, and you are old enough to help." Marigold looked away, knowing she would have to go now that her mother had brought that up.
"Go to bed," said her mother, almost kindly, "you will need to be up early for work tomorrow; they expect you there in time for breakfast."
"Yes mother," sighed Marigold, turning and leaving to go to bed, just as her mother had said. Opening the door, she saw that Peony was already in bed and sound asleep. Peony was still so young (only 10) and wasn't really Marigold's sister, but her niece. Peony had been living as part of the family after her mother, and Marigold's sister (Adelia) had died of the fever. That was when things had first started to go wrong.
Marigold sighed and quickly got changed into her nightgown, slipping under the sheets. Reaching under her bed, she pulled out a small leather-bound book, a quill and ink. Dipping her pen, she began to write;
My mother has just told me that I am to work. Work as a maid, what's more. I don't know why she has decided this now; she was content for me to stay at home and look after Pea back home in Bree. As soon as we moved here, she's been different. I think she has a plan, for us, but I do not yet know what it is. I don't like Hobbiton, it's changing her more, and this hole is smaller than our old one. Everything is wrong; I don't want to be here. I-
Here, Marigold stopped. "I wish father were here," she whispered aloud. He was the one who had always spoilt her; he was the one who loved her best. When her father had still been alive, her mother had been more content to be what she was. Of course, Marigold's mother had always wanted to be higher on the social side of things, but it had gotten so much worse since her fathers passing.
Now they had moved out here, to Hobbiton to be with her mother's side of the family, and now, Marigold had to have a job. "Just go to sleep, you have to work tomorrow," Marigold scolded herself. She turned on her side and stared at the wall for a long while, before her lids closed wearily and she drifted off into slumber. __________________________________________________
Authour's note; The first names are taken from the family trees at the end of the books. I know that Marigold probably couldn't write, but there are explanations, just not yet!
Also, would you be wanting background on Marigold?
