Wildflower

They were travelling on a broad stretch of grassy plain and Bilbo Baggins at last had something to concern himself with other than the discomforts of home and his forgotten handkerchiefs.

Flowers. Everywhere.

Bilbo imagined that if he slid from the pony and walked off, the sea grasses and tall flowers would almost conceal him completely. It was a tempting thought to disappear into those long strands.

The flowers possessed none of the cultivated, scented beauty that plants in the Shire possessed. They were rugged, wild and quite ugly from a gardener's perspective. To Bilbo, they were beautiful and free.