I like it here. The shire, that is. I couldn't be more happy anywhere else. It is absolutely wonderful with all of its grassy hills and brushy yet cozy homes.
As I sit here, pipe clenched between my chops and dress full of dust, I wonder how my dear friend Tigerlily is doing. She has had a harsh time in life, what with all of those kivburs and fousty fibwatts all in her garden. Leave it to a bundle of pests like that to spoil the food of a hungry stomach.
My Garden you ask? Well, it is just lovely all the same. Well, of coarse, not the same as old Tigerlily's, but the poor dear will get by. I have brought her some of my radishes and herbs of pleanty to keep her salads enjoyable. No Lunch is complete with out a nice plate of veggies.
As my father used to say:
"Dimple, if you spend your life in the garden, your gellywoppers will see stars of new colors!" And of coarse when it comes to gellywoppers, you need a good stiff hand to reach out to great them. Gellywoppers are terrified of us Hobbits. They hide in our eggplant and settle in our squash. But come to pick of the winner, and you could find yourself face to face with a funny feathered crearture with a mushroom for a head.
Yes, those were the good old days. Life was just toffee and Peanut brittle. And to think now- oh. Pardon me. I think I have a visitor.
"Dimple!"
"Merry?"
"Yes, well so it is, but I have no time to talk now. Come along!"
He grabbed me by the wrist and dragged me away.
"M-Merry?! Where on Middle-Earth are we going?"
"Well, it's Pippin, he has er- well...-"
"Oh this can' be good! Lets hurry before whatever predicament he has gotten into now gets any worse-"
"But Dimple, you can' complain. I'm sure you remember the time you thought that pumpkin cake was a giant orc! And you started to-"
"Well you had me all wound up about those adventures you were on with the fellowship and all-"
"PIPPIN! OH dear. He's in a'lot 'o trouble now!"
We rushed over to where Pippin was on top of Master Flambard's hole with a loaf of bread a few dozen wedges of cheese. Master Flambard was a grumpy hobbit and a rather heavy fellow. His flab hung over his slacks under his apron as he heaved crimson apples up at Pippin.
"That'll teach ya! You medalin' baffon!" Master Flambard hurled a large apple right at Pippins head, knocking him unconscious as he rolled down the hill.
We ran over to where he lay, chuncks of provalone and swiss cheese were shoved in his jacket pokets.
"Pippin?!?!What WERE you thinking?!? You know Master Flambard is not keen on food-snatching?" I scraemed.
"But! I managed to snag a few apples when he threw them!" And he handed an apple to each of us. Well! That was it. The three of us we indulging in food, and once we begin to eat there is no turning back. But the one thing we couldn't avoid was three pearly white horses, glittering across the feilds. Merry Was the first to spot them. We dropped out apples (It was a least our 3rd serving) when the first horse stoped infront of us.
The rider had long silvery-blonde hair and had a large curley parchment piece grasped tightly in his fists.
"Vedui Peredhils! Amin Elrohir! I come from the court of Elrond with a request of your presence."
As I sit here, pipe clenched between my chops and dress full of dust, I wonder how my dear friend Tigerlily is doing. She has had a harsh time in life, what with all of those kivburs and fousty fibwatts all in her garden. Leave it to a bundle of pests like that to spoil the food of a hungry stomach.
My Garden you ask? Well, it is just lovely all the same. Well, of coarse, not the same as old Tigerlily's, but the poor dear will get by. I have brought her some of my radishes and herbs of pleanty to keep her salads enjoyable. No Lunch is complete with out a nice plate of veggies.
As my father used to say:
"Dimple, if you spend your life in the garden, your gellywoppers will see stars of new colors!" And of coarse when it comes to gellywoppers, you need a good stiff hand to reach out to great them. Gellywoppers are terrified of us Hobbits. They hide in our eggplant and settle in our squash. But come to pick of the winner, and you could find yourself face to face with a funny feathered crearture with a mushroom for a head.
Yes, those were the good old days. Life was just toffee and Peanut brittle. And to think now- oh. Pardon me. I think I have a visitor.
"Dimple!"
"Merry?"
"Yes, well so it is, but I have no time to talk now. Come along!"
He grabbed me by the wrist and dragged me away.
"M-Merry?! Where on Middle-Earth are we going?"
"Well, it's Pippin, he has er- well...-"
"Oh this can' be good! Lets hurry before whatever predicament he has gotten into now gets any worse-"
"But Dimple, you can' complain. I'm sure you remember the time you thought that pumpkin cake was a giant orc! And you started to-"
"Well you had me all wound up about those adventures you were on with the fellowship and all-"
"PIPPIN! OH dear. He's in a'lot 'o trouble now!"
We rushed over to where Pippin was on top of Master Flambard's hole with a loaf of bread a few dozen wedges of cheese. Master Flambard was a grumpy hobbit and a rather heavy fellow. His flab hung over his slacks under his apron as he heaved crimson apples up at Pippin.
"That'll teach ya! You medalin' baffon!" Master Flambard hurled a large apple right at Pippins head, knocking him unconscious as he rolled down the hill.
We ran over to where he lay, chuncks of provalone and swiss cheese were shoved in his jacket pokets.
"Pippin?!?!What WERE you thinking?!? You know Master Flambard is not keen on food-snatching?" I scraemed.
"But! I managed to snag a few apples when he threw them!" And he handed an apple to each of us. Well! That was it. The three of us we indulging in food, and once we begin to eat there is no turning back. But the one thing we couldn't avoid was three pearly white horses, glittering across the feilds. Merry Was the first to spot them. We dropped out apples (It was a least our 3rd serving) when the first horse stoped infront of us.
The rider had long silvery-blonde hair and had a large curley parchment piece grasped tightly in his fists.
"Vedui Peredhils! Amin Elrohir! I come from the court of Elrond with a request of your presence."