This is not good, four stories at once! Oh well I have to write this down otherwise I'll forget it.

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"COME BACK HERE YOU LITTLE THEIF!" The scream came piercing down the streets of Bree. My heart was racing and my breath jagged as I ran with all my might through the streets. My mind begging my feet to go faster, racing towards the Prancing Pony. On the outside it appeared almost as if I was frightened of getting caught but on the inside I was laughing at my little game. I would steal money from the respectable citizens of Bree then in a mad dash run racing into the inn like my life was on the line.

I came crashing through the door to the Pony ducking under a large tray of mugs being carried to the table by the innkeeper Barliman Butterbur, and sliding into my usual seat at the bar. I brushed loose locks of my long wavy hair out of my face and behind my ears.

"Rosemary!" Butterbur shouted," I thought I told you I didn't want coming here if you aren't going to stay of buy anything."

"Ah, but good sir," I said in a sweetly sarcastic voice, "today I have decided to purchase something, please if you will be so kind as to bring me a beer I will be forever grateful."

"Oh posh," he exclaimed "I'll get you a beer one moment. Why can't you ever act like a lady, always running around, no parents, steeling all the time, and on top of that you're only 15, my dear you're an odd one." He scolded.

"I'm as odd as they come Barliman dearest," I said in my sweetly sarcastic tone again, "now please bring me my beer."

I got up and walked over to an open table near the window. Laughing I kicked my high boots up onto the table they were muddy and unlaced but I loved them and wouldn't part with them for the world. True it was odd for me to wear boots considering that I was a hobbit maid and no hobbit I knew wore shoes. But then again no hobbit I knew was an orphan and no hobbit I knew lived on the streets and stole form folks and made friends with Rangers.

"Here's your beer miss," came a timid voice from behind me. The voice belonged to Nob the hobbit that worked at the inn. Like most citizens of Bree Nob was afraid of me, they thought me unruly and a menace to society but being as I had no parents and no way of making money they couldn't bare to throw me into jail for stealing only what I needed.

"Oh why thank you Nob dear." I said standing up and kissing him hard on the cheek. He then quickly set my mug on the table and hurried off. I laughed at the look on his face but my laughter was empty, and had no joy behind it as it had been for many years.

I sat down and took a small sip of my beer and thought about my life. But actually there was nothing to think about because my life was nothing. Sometimes I dreamed of wondering and having adventures like my Ranger friends and I often talked to Strider about it. He came the most so I knew him the best once or twice I asked him if I could go with him on some adventure or at least go somewhere away from here. But always he said no not right now. 'But maybe,' he would say his eyes shining 'maybe your time will come some day.'

Just then the door opening and some very strange customers coming in disturbed my thoughts. Four hobbits from the Shire all flustered and in get up as if they were going on some long adventure. Very odd indeed I thought to myself what were four Shire hobbits doing here?

I stood up to go and talk to them when Butterbur showed them into a private parlor. 'Darn Butterbur' I thought to myself,' I could have had some real fun with those hobbits.' I leaned my back against the door but suddenly I was thrown froward and landed with a thud on the floor. I turned my head to see who had opened the door and to my surprise I find Strider standing there staring down at me.

"Strider!" I exclaimed getting up and dusting off my tattered green dress.

"Well, Rosemary" Strider laughed "I'm always running into you. Oh by the way did you see a party of hobbits come in here just a moment ago? There were four of them from the Shire."

"Yes as a matter of fact I did. I was just going to talk to them when they were led into a private parlor over there." I pointed "Then you knocked me over. Why were you asking?"

"No reason" said Strider.

"Strider?" I asked

"Yes Rosemary"

"Can I come with you this time? Wherever you are going I don't care, I want to go on an adventure to see far off places to actually have a life that is worth living."

"Rosemary," Strider said patting me on my shoulder and leading me over to a table in the corner "you don't want my life. I could never bring you with me because you do not understand fully what danger you would be going into. But a time still may come when you will go on an adventure of your own."

"That's what you always say." I said getting angry "and I would understand the danger if you would tell me. I can be trusted"

"I can not tell you" Strider sighed

"Fine" I breathed "be like everyone else in this town. I thought you understood me being an outcast yourself but I guess you don't."

I got up and walked back over to my table. 'Why was everyone always doubting me' I thought as I took a long swig of my beer. ' I guess I'll just have to make my own adventures.'



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