(A/N: I don't own any of the Lord of the Rings, and the plot to this story is one that according to most of the appendix's in the Lord of the Rings couldn't really happen. In this story I portray Elanor the Fair as slightly 'prissy'. I am sure the Tolkien did not intend her to be this way. None of this story really could happen (Hence fan-fiction.)
Summary: Goldilocks is a young Shire-lass, who is constantly daunted for being a tomboy. She has barely any friends, in fact other then her brothers and sisters, her only friend (and best friend) is Faramir Took. Sam, though he does not say it grieves every time he looks upon his daughter for, apart from her hair color, resembles his old best friend, Frodo. She yearns for adventure, and when she finds out that her father never told her about the real truth of his journeys she is infuriated and decides to run-away and has her own adventure.
Goldilocks was a tomboyish eight year old Shire-lass and daughter to Mayor Samwise. She had golden hair, which lately had been growing a darker shade. She also had blazing blue eyes. This was strange because the rest of her family had Hazel, Brown or green eyes. Her father worked often, but always had time to come home to sit with his family. He was a good father, and her loved his children dearly. It seemed to Goldilocks though that he didn't talk to her as much. In fact every time she would talk to him, she could see grief in his eyes. Occasionally he would turn and wipe away a tear. No one else seemed to notice, so Goldilocks chose not to say anything. The Gamgee family lived in Bag-end and Goldilocks was one of eight brothers and sisters and her mother was pregnant with a ninth child.
On this day her mother told her to get dressed up extra special, for the King, Aragorn was coming to visit her father and Elanor would be made a maid of honor to Queen Arwen. She went into town with her usual breeches and baggy white shirt, only half tucked in. She ran down the hill that led to Bag-end and made her way to the market. As she went through her favorite stand looking for the herbs her mother had sent her for she felt a large fruit crash against the side of her face, and then laughter of a familiar voice. It was Ofo. Ofo was the boy that young hobbit-lads would come home crying about. Ofo was extremely fond of bullying Goldilocks. Goldilocks calmly wiped the juice away from her eye as she felt anger building up inside her. 'If I ever catch that you've been fighting again, Goldilocks, you'll regret it!' her mother would often warn. Through running her mothers voice through her head she heard Ofo daunting,
"Goldi-lad, Goldi-lad!"
"Can you not think of a better insult then that?" Goldilocks came back coolly. Ofo turned to the group of friends around him,
"Can you believe how she turned out? After a family so proper. She doesn't even fit in amongst her own family!" He said purposely loud enough for her to hear. Anger grew again in the young girl.
"Take that back you, you…" She could think of an insult that she wouldn't somehow get in trouble with her family for. Ofo pretended to ignore her words and continued speaking loudly to his friends,
"Do you know what I believe? By the way she looks, I'd say that she isn't even her father's child! I don't believe that her mother was entirely faithful to her father! That would explain her being abnormal," He was about to continue but her was knocked clear off his feet by Goldilocks. The anger had gotten the better of her and she was pounding Ofo in the face with unmerciful fury. Just as she probably would have made a permanent mark in his face, a small band of horses rode into the small village of hobbiton and a tall man with a crown got off his horse. He briskly walked over and lifted Goldilocks off of Ofo. He set her on the ground facing towards him. Goldilocks didn't make eye contact because she knew who it was that pulled her off him.
"Goldilocks, Goldilocks…"He said disappointment showing in the King's voice. He shook his head and turned. Taking her hand he began to lead her towards Bag-end. She quickly glanced at Ofo and saw that he had a black eye and a large lip with a steady flow of blood issuing from his nose. Aragorn sighed,
"You're bleeding, Goldilocks." He told her. She touched under her nose and saw blood on her fingers.
" I am sorry, Lord." She said though not really feeling it. " He made fun of me, and my family! Am I to stand by while he spreads those lies to the entire Shire!" trying to protect herself.
"I never accused you or scolded you. You need not defend yourself to me. It is not my place to punish you." He said with out looking at her
"But your tone of disappointment is worse then any punishment they would give me." Aragorn smiled. He looked down at her.
"Oh, it is." He said trying to sound only mildly surprised. She looked up at him and sighed,
"You are going to tell my parents, aren't you?"
"I don't really think I have to tell them anything, You have a bloody nose and you looked like a wreck."
"I hate it here." She said angrily. Aragorn raised his eyebrows in surprise,
"Why is that? You live in the most peaceful place I have ever been, and you hate it. If it wasn't my place in Gondor I would want to dwell here." He said honestly.
" Of course it's peaceful, that's what my father and his friend ought for. I don't understand why though they let it come to be like it was." Aragorn was surprised, he wondered if Sam had ever told Goldilocks of his and Frodo's travels. "My father never seems to tell me anything, to my understanding father only had three friends and you. Never has he even spoken of how he met you or his best friend. I don't even know his name." They approached the front of Bag-end. The door opened as they approached.