Disclaimer: All Charaters and Places that you recognize belong to Tolkien. I do not own them at all. Ridigol is a made up character of my creation, she belongs to me and cannot be used without my permission.







The dark and rich earth smelled musty. Oh, it was wonderful. Smeagol inhaled the sent one last time and then dropped the tiny seed into the hole he had made and covered it with soil. He smiled up at his grandmother as he patted the earth down.

"Your turnips shall do very well this year, they shall,"he said, " they don't start deep in the ground, but as they grow they will go farther down. I thinks that their roots enjoy the cool earth very much."

"I certainly agree , Smeagol," his grandmother said, then she grinned, which made her look quite lovely and grand for her age (which was very old), " the tops of turnips enjoy the cooler temperature as well, they don't need much sun. You have a wonderful way with planting things, and your help is very much appreciated. Though I do whish you would help me grow my plants as well."

"Growing plants is boring," was Smeagols reply. Then he hopped up, bid his grandmother good day and ambled off to find his friends (who were much more fun and exciting to be around).



Smeagol ran on top of the banks of the river on his way to his closets friends home. He was actually running, at that moment, across homes for the folk who lived there had burrowed their dwellings right into the bank. The reason for them doing this was so that they could be as close as possible to the river itself. It was quite safe for them there and they only had to leave their homes one a year when the river rose in the spring.

Smeagol, was a Hobbit as were the others in his community. A river- Hobbit actually, a descendant of Stoors. The Hobbits who lived in the bank of the Gladden River ( which branches of the Great River Aduin), delighted in fishing and paddling about in the river. A lot of them could swim, and none of them feared water at all.

Though his friends and family loved the river, Smeagol didn't care for it. He grew bored very easily waiting for a fish to nibble at his line. Instead of fishing, you could find him examining the roots of an ancient tree or diving into deep pools looking for long lost caves. Smeagol enjoyed this sort of thing so much that he'd rarely looked up and marvel at the blue sky or the squirrels hopping from one branch to the other. Which made him bump into things quite often since he never looked up to see where he was going. He was fondly made fun of because of this.

Smeagol soon reached his friend's house. He leaned on a tree to catch his breath. When he had done so, he hopped off the top of the bank and onto the ledge outside a doorway (which looked more like a big hole).

" Deagol!," he called, not bothering to be polite, "Deagol are you there? Come out please. We will go find Ridigol, we will."

"I'm coming Smea, have patience. Besides, Ridigol is already here," and out of the doorway a red faced fat hobbit appeared.

"Oh she is, is she?" said Smeagol and he peered into his friends home.

"She's in my family's boat Smea," Deagol laughed and turned his friend around. There in a small boat, made out of the reeds that grew by the river, was plump girl Hobbit. She smiled up at her two friends.

"Why did you think you had to come find me Smeagol?," her face grew inquisitive, "was I lost?"

"No Ridigol you weren't lost, it's just that your never at home or in any usual spot, therefore we must look for you ," Smeagol explained.

"Well you two didn't need to find me today, I had to come and give Deagol's mother some onions that she had asked my mother for," Ridigol said, then she added, " are we ready to go?"

"Go where,?" asked Smeagol.



"Fishing of course," Deagol laughed once more.



"Deagol's going to catch the biggest fish this year," Ridigol explained.

"Doesn't he every year," muttered Smeagol under his breath as he climbed into the small boat. He detested fishing.