This was written for a "First-Line-Challenge" between the fanfiction writers on my friends list in LJ. The first line is from Lindelea.
Respect
The day that the ruffians hauled Lobelia Sackville-Baggins off to the Lockholes is a day that will live long in infamy.
Rosie Cotton stood under one of the few remaining trees beside the new mill when they passed her by; two Men, obscenely big compared to the small angry figure they held between them... undignifiedly lifting her up like a child when her short steps made her too slow for the crude impatience of her guards.
Rosie stood stock still, blinking away the tears, her heart - surprisingly enough - filled with true respect for that old woman with her evil gab.