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**** Chapter 2 people. I know this is going a little slowly, but I'm working between exams *hangs head in shame*
Anway, tell me if you think anything needs messing with
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"Come on, get up!" Marigold rolled over to find her mother standing with a candle in her hand shaking her roughly.
"I'm awake, don't worry," hissed Marigold, pulling back the covers and pulling on a dressing gown.
"Good, now remember, you have to be off as soon as possible," replied her mother, turning and pattering out of the room.
"Oh, she gets to go back to bed," moaned Marigold as she stood up.
Within a matter of minutes, Marigold had got herself dressed, into her favourite green dress. She ran a comb through her light brown hair as quickly as possible, deciding only to get rid of the biggest knots.
Peeping into her mothers room, she saw (and heard) that her mother had gone back to sleep. Sighing, she picked up some bread and walked out of the red front door, pulling on her shawl, and shivering slightly.
The sun had not been up long, and the whole world was still a little grey and quite cold. Marigold, remembering what she had seen of Hobbiton in the short time she had been here began to find her way up to the market, where people were already setting up the stalls for the day. Here, Marigold paused as she tried to remember the rest of the way.
"You look a little lost," remarked a nearby stall owner, a smiling, elderly hobbit.
"I am a little; would you please be able to tell me how to get to Bag End?" Marigold replied, smiling at the old man who was sorting out the produce.
"Bag End? Why are you going up that way?" he returned, now looking slightly suspicious.
"Oh, I," Marigold felt ashamed to say it, "I'm meant to be the new maid." The man narrowed his eyes and put down the tomatoes he had been sorting.
"Now listen, I'll tell you, but just remember, Bag End isn't normal. You just watch yourself lassie," he said in a low voice, leaning over the stall to make sure Marigold heard him clearly. "What do you mean?" exclaimed Marigold, wondering what her mother had gotten her into. What kind of people was she meant to be working for?
But the old man would not answer. He simply gave her the directions and sent her on her way. Marigold hadn't been too happy about going, but now she was fighting the urge to run back home, and tell her mother that she couldn't possibly work for the folk at Bag End. What were they going to be like? Perhaps they would treat her like a slave. Surely her mother would accept that?
Marigold was now at the gate of Bag End, looking into the garden and considering. She thought of what her mother would say if she went home now.
"You can't go home now; you'll get into such awful trouble," she said to herself, "Perhaps if you go for the day, then you can just not come back, and you won't be in such trouble." Marigold nodded to herself, surprised at her own logic.
She gently pushed open the gate and stepped inside, taking the little steps, and admiring the well kept garden, filled with ageing flowers. Everything was neat and well tended too, but Marigold still wondered at what the people behind the garden would be like. Presently, she was outside the green door, her hand hovering.
Taking a deep breath, prepared for the worst, Marigold knocked on the door three times.
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A/N that may have been random but there was a point!
**** Chapter 2 people. I know this is going a little slowly, but I'm working between exams *hangs head in shame*
Anway, tell me if you think anything needs messing with
***
"Come on, get up!" Marigold rolled over to find her mother standing with a candle in her hand shaking her roughly.
"I'm awake, don't worry," hissed Marigold, pulling back the covers and pulling on a dressing gown.
"Good, now remember, you have to be off as soon as possible," replied her mother, turning and pattering out of the room.
"Oh, she gets to go back to bed," moaned Marigold as she stood up.
Within a matter of minutes, Marigold had got herself dressed, into her favourite green dress. She ran a comb through her light brown hair as quickly as possible, deciding only to get rid of the biggest knots.
Peeping into her mothers room, she saw (and heard) that her mother had gone back to sleep. Sighing, she picked up some bread and walked out of the red front door, pulling on her shawl, and shivering slightly.
The sun had not been up long, and the whole world was still a little grey and quite cold. Marigold, remembering what she had seen of Hobbiton in the short time she had been here began to find her way up to the market, where people were already setting up the stalls for the day. Here, Marigold paused as she tried to remember the rest of the way.
"You look a little lost," remarked a nearby stall owner, a smiling, elderly hobbit.
"I am a little; would you please be able to tell me how to get to Bag End?" Marigold replied, smiling at the old man who was sorting out the produce.
"Bag End? Why are you going up that way?" he returned, now looking slightly suspicious.
"Oh, I," Marigold felt ashamed to say it, "I'm meant to be the new maid." The man narrowed his eyes and put down the tomatoes he had been sorting.
"Now listen, I'll tell you, but just remember, Bag End isn't normal. You just watch yourself lassie," he said in a low voice, leaning over the stall to make sure Marigold heard him clearly. "What do you mean?" exclaimed Marigold, wondering what her mother had gotten her into. What kind of people was she meant to be working for?
But the old man would not answer. He simply gave her the directions and sent her on her way. Marigold hadn't been too happy about going, but now she was fighting the urge to run back home, and tell her mother that she couldn't possibly work for the folk at Bag End. What were they going to be like? Perhaps they would treat her like a slave. Surely her mother would accept that?
Marigold was now at the gate of Bag End, looking into the garden and considering. She thought of what her mother would say if she went home now.
"You can't go home now; you'll get into such awful trouble," she said to herself, "Perhaps if you go for the day, then you can just not come back, and you won't be in such trouble." Marigold nodded to herself, surprised at her own logic.
She gently pushed open the gate and stepped inside, taking the little steps, and admiring the well kept garden, filled with ageing flowers. Everything was neat and well tended too, but Marigold still wondered at what the people behind the garden would be like. Presently, she was outside the green door, her hand hovering.
Taking a deep breath, prepared for the worst, Marigold knocked on the door three times.
****
A/N that may have been random but there was a point!