Life in the Shire was always happy and peaceful. Most of its Hobbit inhabitants did not yearn for anything past the rolling, grass hills and running rivers. There was one family, however, that was notorious for their love of excitement, adventures and enormous courage. That Took-ish streak was the cause of not only several unfortunate and untimely deaths throughout the family tree, but also a few... unusual marriages. More specifically, the marriage between a half mortal Elven man by the name of Anunir and a lovely Hobbit by the name of Bellia Took. But this happy marriage had been short-lived, for after the birth of their daughter Primrose in the healing halls of Rivendell, the two were fatally wounded on the road returning from the Elven city by Orcs. That left baby Rosie in the care of Belladonna and Bungo Baggins. Nearly 33 years later, the Hobbit cousins of Bag End would depart on the biggest adventure that they would ever have. One that would have them face great perils, find their courage and to take back a stolen homeland for a most unexpected company.
The day had begun like any other for the Cousins of Bag End. Primrose Took had risen with the sun and bathed slowly, taking her time to relish in the warm flower scented water. Primrose Took was unlike any other Hobbit that inhabited the Shire, for she had the blood of a half Elven father within her. Primrose had been graced with the long raven curls of her mother and aunt, that shined and glimmered just like her fathers had. Her feet were more Elven than Hobbit; small, soft and hairless. Looking directly at Rosie's beautiful face, one would not be able to guess straight away that she had the blood of the elves in her veins. Only upon a close inspection would it be known from her high cheekbones, cream coloured skin, thin eyebrows and of course, her eyes that glistened like the richest of sapphires.
The odd-looking Hobbit had dressed casually for her day and began fluttering around their comely home stoking the kitchen fire to life and began preparing the first meal of the day. It was not long before Rosie's older cousin stepped from his room, having been awoken by the delicious scent of sizzling bacon, sausages and tomatoes. This particular morning had begun highly ordinarily for the two Hobbit's, but little did they know that come nightfall, their lives would be forever changed.
As the two sat down to begin the first of many meals, they struck up light conversation of the days plans. Bilbo knew that Rosie was always doing something behind his back, sneaking around the Shire suspiciously. But he also knew that Rosie was a bright girl, and wouldn't be doing anything that would cause herself any trouble. Rosie had officially been an adult now for a few months, free to do as she willed so long as it did not get herself hurt or into any particular trouble.
"The garden needs a little work, I suppose" Rosie mused, reaching for her cup of peppermint tea. "and the pantry looks a little low on the sweeter foods. I wonder how that happened?" Looking over at Bilbo with a single arched, black brow she smiled into her cup. Primrose Took was known across the Shire as an incredible cook, so much that she would sometimes take her baked goods down to the markets to sell. Bilbo could not help himself when it came time to snack, he would often turn to her sweeter foods that they kept in the pantry. The poor hobbit huffed at her unspoken accusation, setting his utensils neatly on his plate and pushing away from the table.
"Do as you wish, but I am heading to the markets today to get us some fish for supper" and with that, Bilbo gathered his pipe and headed outside, no doubt to watch the early morning happenings of the Shire.
As Rosie set about baking several varieties of biscuits, pastries and cakes, she vaguely listened to the inaudible voices of Bilbo chatting with someone outside of their home. Dismissing the conversation as one of their friendly neighbours, she went about her cooking with a determined face. She had barely finished loading up the oven when Bilbo rushed in with a flustered look on his face, muttering angry, inaudible words to himself as he paced the halls of their smial.
"Who was outside, Bilbo?" She called, trying to follow her elder cousin as she wiped her hands on her apron. Instead of answering her, he rudely waved her off and stormed into his room. Choosing to ignore his odd behaviour, Rosie waited quite impatiently till he left the house and all of her sweet snacks were finished baking. Setting them about the kitchen to cool, Rosie rushed out into the garden and grabbed the long wooden sword hidden by a bush.
This is how she filled most days, and sometimes nights, that Bilbo wasn't about. She would twirl around the garden, using her vivid imagination to conjure up false enemies to duel. Trees turned into Orcs, and the bushes became ferocious beasts as she pranced and dodged, working herself into a sweat and laughing as she defeated the villains.
It was not long before Bilbo returned, still flustered and out of sorts, so much that he didn't notice Rosie's own flustered and tired body as she rushed in from the garden where she had hidden her sword. Deciding to leave her cousin to his moods, Rosie gathered her gardening tools and retired herself to the garden for the rest of the day where she tended the flowers, and harvested from her small vegetable garden.
Several hours later, in the early hours of the evening, both Rosie and Bilbo had bathed and dressed in their nightgowns and robes as the young Hobbit woman prepared dinner. Bilbo had indeed chosen two fine pieces of fish from the market and Rosie had steamed some vegetables that she had harvested and grilled the fish to perfection.
Sitting down at the dining table, the two had barely squirted their lemon wedges over the crisp the fish before the doorbell tingled throughout the house. Quite perplexed, the two looked at each other curiously before Bilbo stood, removing his napkin from his shirt.
"Were you expecting company, Bilbo? Perhaps it is Gandalf, who has returned to offer you yet another adventure?" Rosie teased, giggling to herself at her cousins narrowed eyes. It was that afternoon that Bilbo revealed to his cousin of the strange encounter that he had in the early morning. Only a few moments after Bilbo had answered the door, a gruff voice echoed into the kitchen followed by Bilbo's highly confused voice. Heavy footsteps thundered towards where Rosie sat, and only for a moment, did she fear who was lumbering towards her.
Hey! Soo this is my first story I have ever submitted! I have a gazillion ideas in my head all of the time, but some reason when I try to put them on paper, they just up and disappear? :/ Anways! I have nearly 5 chapters written of this already, since I am about to start TAFE and you know, I probably won't have much time so I thought I would get ahead :p Anways! Forgive any spelling errors since I am writing this at 4 am, and I am also Australian so there will be differences in spelling... Either way just let me know what you guys think and if I should continue! I am yet to decide whether or not I want this to be a Kili / OC or Fili / OC story so just let me know :p OH! And let me know if you like the amount of words this is or want it longer since this is about 1150 words but idk...