Never trust a Baggins.

"KALI!" her younger brother, Tomo, shrieked, jumping round her room. "MUM SAYS YOU'RE TO GET UP NOW! AND SHE SAYS YOU'RE TO MAKE YOUR OWN BREAKFAST CAUSE WE'RE HAVING ELEVENSES NOW!"

"Okay Tomo," Kalina yawned, sitting up. "And stop shouting! I can hear you well enough! And, DON'T YOU DARE!" she thundered, as Tomo picked up the paperweight and seemed to be considering whether or not to throw it across the room.

Muttering under his breath, Tomo replaced the paperweight and left the room.

Quickly Kalina got dressed into her everyday clothes and sat down in front of the oak mirror she had in her room, running a brush down her hair.

Last night, the party had been brilliant. Almost as brilliant as one of Bilbo or Frodo's. Rosa had been talking and dancing with Tom, Kalina had amazingly kept her balance and hadn't tripped, she'd been talking to her friends and to some of her admirers. She'd barely missed a dance, she had so many.

Sighing, she placed the brush down and gazed listlessly at her reflection. She knew she was pretty. She'd often been called 'the fair maiden' or 'beautiful maiden' and now, the hobbits had realised her Elven name. Kalina, translated as light and had started calling her Tinùviel. Tinùviel had been an elf, the prettiest elf to walk on Middle Earth and she had sacrificed the immortal life of her race for a lifetime with the man she loved. Arwen Evenstar had also been called Tinùviel and she'd chosen Aragorn over immortality. Tinùviel had also been what the Elves had called Nightingales and could also be translated as 'the twilight maiden.'

She knew as well as her being beautiful, she had a beautiful voice. Often she'd sung for events like the party. And how the hobbits had cheered at the end! Her stunningly green eyes gazed back at her, her long lashes blinked, her skin was peachy and soft, she had a clear complexion, rosy cheeks and soft lips that seemed to be always smiling. Most unusual about her was her hair. The entire hobbit population had curly hair, yet hers wasn't. Her long, shining brown hair wasn't curly, it was wavy. Somehow, there had to be a little of Elvish blood in her. She had no idea who from, but it was undeniable there was some Elvish in her. But for Frodo, she'd often overhear him say, it didn't matter to him what the hobbit lasses looked like, it was what they *were*. (A/n, oh PLEASE let Elijah be one of those guys! I'm not pretty! At all! Lol!)

Sighing, she picked up a silver chain with a small rose quartz heart attached to it and clasped it around her neck. Her glance fell upon the paperweight. She picked it up and she saw it wasn't only flowers and bees she saw. It changed, to different parts of a beautiful forest, filled with pretty flowers and tall trees.It was beautiful, she ached to walk in it, yet knew it was impossible to walk in such a place. For she knew it had been Lothlorien, and Lothlorien had faded as the Ring had been destroyed, for it had been the power of the Rings that held Lothlorien. It was probably but a wasteland now, maybe the Orcs that had fled from the Battle when Mordor had collapsed wandered there. She shuddered. She knew Frodo had been enchanted with Lothlorien. Everytime he spoke of it, his eyes lit up with desire to see it again as he had first seen it and his voice sounded enchanted.

"KALI!" Tomo shrieked at the end of the corridor. "MUM SAYS YOU'RE TO GET DOWN HERE NOW!"

"I'm coming!" she called, taking one last look in the paperweight before shutting the door and joining in her mother, who was sitting in the living room.

"Morning mother," Kalina greeted, feeling slightly anxious, suspecting her mother wanted to talk about something, and that didn't happen to be, 'get your own breakfast.'

"Morning Kalina," Nora, her mother, answered. "Sit down."

Kalina sat obediently. "Daughter, you have many admirers," Nora started. She was always one to get straight to the point and was often blunt. "But you don't seem to be taking an interest in any of them." her voice faded, her brown eyes looking intensely at Kalina, waiting for her to answer.

"I-I-I'm just not ready for that kind of thing mother," she lied instantly. The truth was, as long as she lived, she loved Frodo and she loved no other! And her family, well, her family loathed the Bagginses. All of them, except her. Their hatred ran deep in the Burrowses, but all the Bagginses that still lived In the Shire, seemed the opposite and they were reasonably friendly to them, to receive such a look of loathing or voice full of it.

Kalina inwardly sighed. She could still remember the time her mother had told her.

* * * * * "MOTHER!" Kalina wailed uncontrollably. "I WANNA GO!"

"You can't," her mother said sharply. "I refuse to leave you alone with THEM. Not until you're older enough to look after yourself."

"I WANNA-" Kalina wouldn't stop crying.

"KALINA!" her mother lost her patience. "The Bagginses, they're not to be trusted by any hobbit with the name Burrows."

"Like us?"

"Like us."

"Why mother?" Kalina asked, curiously, stopping her screaming because of her curiosity.

"Why?" her mother snorted. "They're cold blooded murderers!"

"W-?" Kalina got cut off by Nora who continued.

"They killed an ancestor of ours Kalina, they KILLED someone needlessly," she explained, a hatred in her voice that Kalina had never heard before, and she shuddered.

"But Mr. Bilbo wouldn't do anything like that! Nor would Mr. Frodo!" Kalina replied instantly, still shuddering slightly.

"No Burrows can trust a Baggins, including you Kalina," Nora said, the loathing still showing clearly in her voice. "Needless to say, Bilbo AND Frodo are related to the Baggins that killed a Burrows."

"I don't believe you!" Kalina sang out clearly, though she was still shuddering at the hatred in Nora's voice. "I don't believe you! I don't believe you! I d-"

"You don't do you missy?" Nora grabbed Kalina by her ear, who instantly stopped her singing and winced, following her mother into the sitting room. She sat down, while Nora pulled an old diary out, and sat down beside Kalina, opening it carefully and smoothing the pages out. Kalina knew what it was. It was the diary of their ancestors. Every family in the Shire kept one. Triumphantly Nora passed the diary to Kalina, who looked at her hesitatingly before turning her gaze to the entry.

Today has been the worst day of my life. My husband is dead. Ben Baggins murdered him. My family has all been writing about the famine year, this year- 2798, and how every family is starving and no crop has been wielded. By some stroke of luck, Fred (A/n -her husband) found a few strawberries and carrots was carrying them home to us when Ben, jumped out of no one and stared at him for a minute before attacking him with a knife and Fred died instantly. We weren't there, yet that's what happened. The Bagginses have come around to say their condolences and to apologise, saying Ben had gone delirious with hunger and shouldn't have been left alone, but he slipped their guard and killed Fred. His funeral was yesterday. From this day forward, no hobbit by the name of Burrows can trust a Baggins. We all know it's a lie, Ben was a murderer, not delirious, a murderer. And he had seemed such a gentle hobbit but now he's showed his true form. Or did. He died this morning. All we Burrowses loathe the Bagginses. Never ever trust a Baggins.ever.

"See?" Nora said. "We only write the truth."

"It said he's delirious," Kalina protested. "That means he can see other things that aren't there! Maybe he thought Fred was a, a, big cow or something!"

"No Kalina, that was a cover up lie. Ben killed himself because he realised what he'd done. He'd just murdered Fred Burrows, the best mayor the Shire has ever seen! The Bagginses were jealous of the Burrowses and their jealously did this to them! Cold-blooded murderers Kalina, that's what all Bagginses are." * * * *

"KALINA!" Her mother yelling in her ear jerked Kalina out her thoughts. "Yes mother?"

"What were you daydreaming of daughter? I was yelling at you for five minutes before you came to your senses!"

"I was remembering the time when you were telling me of the hatred between us and the Bagginses." Kalina admitted reluctantly. There was silence for a moment.

"If yo- I mean we loathe the Bagginses so much, why did we attend Bilbo and Frodo's parties?" Kalina asked suddenly, cursing inwardly for her slip up.

"Because we're respectable hobbits Kalina. And respectable hobbits attend things like that as we're above them," Nora said haughtily. "Even the Sackville-Bagginses attended and everyone knows how much they hate the Bagginses.but not as much as us."

Kalina sighed and turned her gaze to out the window.

"And as I was saying, your admirers all seem to be from good respectable families, especially that young Hugo Gardener, a right gentlehobbit if I ever saw one."

"Mother, I'm not ready," Kalina protested, knowing how persistent her mother could be.

"You're not, but they are daughter," Nora pointed out. "And if you're not ready soon, they're going to find another hobbit lass to marry."

Kalina felt like screaming 'SO WHAT?!' at the top of her voice, but she didn't. "I'll tell you when I'm ready mother." she sighed.

"And it had better be soon. Good decent gentle hobbits are hard to find these days," her voice faded off.

"I know mother," Kalina stood up, and telling her mother she'd be back for supper, she went outside into the sunny grassy fields and sleepy woods and rivers of Hobbiton.

One thought haunted her throughout the day; he'd waved at her.she knew he had. Frodo had waved at her. Suddenly her mind was flooded with memories of him, those dark curls, beautiful blue eyes, that gorgeous voice.