Pamila Took was the oldest child of twelve. Old Took is my father, and it was weird because I would go to the market or anywhere for that matter then randomly a person you only meet when you were three comes up to you and says," So how is your father." Then you just kind of sit there on the inside your like get away from me but then you say," My father is just fine same as always."
Until that day her life had always been a normal life she was younger for a hobbit but by no means a child.
Her mother had left her in charge of the children she was the teacher for the local school, and her father had a meeting to go to. She left her in charge of all the others from one-three.
She didn't mind that much when you are the oldest or one of the older children it is just expected of you if there are a lot of children to do your part and watch them from time to time.
Her brother the second oldest was getting older and he was old enough to watch the kids she thought.
They were out of milk and her littlest sister was two years old and that was all she would drink.
She sat in the common room wondering there were three options option one take all twelve children to the market and lose over half in under two minutes, option two let the baby go thirsty and she will scream her head off, and three the only real option go by myself and leave Sam my little brother in charge.
I knew this was a bad idea when I was heading out the door.
I got to the market all was going well. I had purchased the milk I needed.
I knew I should have gone home but when you live a house with so many people it is just nice to once in a while maybe have a little time alone.
As I walked I was feeling great on my way home when I bumped in to my father's old friends, but really who wasn't my father's friend he knows everyone.
This is a person I had meet many times he come around often giving my father all kind if useless thing, granted fun but still useless stuff.
His name was Gandalf, or as some know him the wandering wizard.
We got to talking and before I knew it a scream ripped through the air. I knew that scream I had heard it before the nights all my siblings were born. That scream was a scream of someone in pain. That was my mother.
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