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It is surprisingly warm today for the Fourth of October. The burgundy and crimson leaves waltz on the light breeze, and the skies are a brilliant turquoise. The Hobbiton market is bustling, as it should be. It seems the entire Shire has been turned out of the house and out into the lovely weather. I stand behind my smooth wooden table, pounding tea herbs in a large mortar. My pestle presses into fresh mint leaves, filling the air with a sweet, spicy scent. I haven't had a customer in several hours and plan to close my booth rather soon and get on home. I suppose that I figured that more Hobbits would want to stock up on tea before the nearing cold snap.

However, within a few minutes I am pleased that I did not close up my shop early, for I finally have a customer. He is quite pale, with dark brown hair and a subdued expression upon his face. But the thing that I notice about him most is his captivating ocean-blue eyes.

I push a lock of my hair behind a pointed ear and straighten my silver circlet, so that the golden mallorn leaf at its center rests near the top of my forehead. My loose bangs lay under it, brushing my eyebrows."How may I help you today, sir?" I query politely. "I was just going to see it you had any kingsfoil for tea." His voice is soft and reserved.

"Ah, athelas? I have some back at my hole, drying. It will be ready in a couple of days, and I will have it for sale at this very time and place next week. I can deliver it for you in two days or so, if need be."

"Two days at most, please, miss. I will be needing it on the Sixth." "Where will I be delivering the athelas?" I ask, wondering about the Hobbit's urgency.

"Er, Bag End if you do not mind."

"Of course I do not mind. Not a bit. Delivery is part of my job," I say lightly. "Master Baggins then, is it? After all, you said Bag End."

"Yes, miss. I am Mr. Baggins. Frodo Baggins, It is a pleasure to meet you…." He trails off. I opt to finish for him. "Lisette Bracegirdle."

"Well then, it is a pleasure to meet you Mrs. Bracegirdle." I smile.

"Miss," I correct him.

"Miss Bracegirdle." The corners of his mouth twitch, as if he would like to smile back but cannot bring himself to. "Is that a mallorn leaf?" Mr. Baggins gestures to the circlet.

"Why, yes. I met an elleth not long ago who was journeying to the Grey Havens. She was alone, so I chose to accompany her for a part of her trip. She gave me this circlet as a gift of parting and friendship before she boarded the ship. 'To remember me by,' she had said," I explain.

I note that Mr. Baggins cringes at my mention of the Grey Havens, but I do not pry. I return to crushing my herbs in the mortar.

"I must be going Miss Bracegirdle," Mr. Baggins says hastily, out of the blue, "I will see you on the Sixth." "Yes, Master Baggins. Farewell, mellon. A real smile touches his lips for a brief moment as he walks away.