The Farthings and Beyond - Shire Free RP

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The Farthings and Beyond - Shire Free RP

“I feel that as long as the Shire lies behind, safe and comfortable, I shall find wandering more bearable: I shall know that somewhere there is a firm foothold, even if my feet cannot stand there again.”
The Fellowship of the Ring


Northfarthing
Bindbole Wood - a small wood in the Northfarthing
Hardbottle - a settlement in the stony north of the Shire; home of the Bracegirdles
Long Cleeve - a town in the Northfarthing; home of the North-Tooks
The North Moors - an area along the northern border of the Shire; the one place in the Shire for regular heavy snowfalls

Eastfarthing
Frogmorton - a village on the East Road between the Three-Farthing Stone and the Brandywine Bridge. Notable for its inn, the Floating Log
Willowbottom - a village near the Woody End, on the banks of the Thistle Brook stream
The Brandywine - a river; the eastern border of the Shire
The Marish - a boggy and fertile farmland region
The Woody End - an upland wooded region between Green Hill Country and the Marish

Southfarthing
Longbottom - home of the Hornblower clan, also origin of Longbottom Leaf
Pincup - a small village in the northern corner of the Southfarthing
Green Hill Country - a patch of country in the Shire, marked out by the Green Hills

Westfarthing
Bywater - just over the Water from Hobbiton, location of the Green Dragon
Hobbiton - the quintessential Hobbit village, home of the Bagginses
Michel Delving - the chief town of the Shire, located in the White Downs
Tuckborough - location of the Great Smials, seat of the Tooks and Thain of the Shire
Far Downs - former western border of the Shire
Overhill - a small town north of Hobbiton and the Hill
The Water - the principal river of the Shire
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Outside the Shire
Buckland - ancestral seat of the Brandybucks, between the Old Forest and the Brandywine
Westmarch - land that lay between the Far Downs and the Tower Hills, gifted by King Elessar
The Tower Hills - a range of hills at the west end of Eriador, west of the White Downs, location of three elven towers
The Old Forest - a small forested area to the east of the Shire; the remnants of the vast forests which covered Eriador before the Second Age. Hobbits believed the forest to be somehow awake and hostile
The Barrow Downs - a series of low hills east of the Shire, behind the Old Forest, and south-west of the village of Bree. Many of the hills were crowned with megaliths and barrows

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She loved the feeling of morning dew on her bare feet. The squishy, wet feeling was the best thing about mornings, beside getting to climb up on the hill to watch the sun rise, and the sounds of the hermit thrushes singing to each other, and the way the air was warm but cool. Sufficive to say, Ermengarde Brandybuck, commonly called Emmie, loved mornings. In a family of night owls and late risers, Emmie was an oddball. When her mother, father, two brothers, and two sisters (all of them older) were fast asleep, she was out and about, playing make believe with her walking stick and imaginary, companion Humphrey the Beaver. They had all sorts of adventures together. Sometimes they would go to the Brandywine and fish while Humphrey tried to build a dam, creating more of a mud pit anything resembling a dam. Sometimes they would go to the edges of the forest, hoping to catch a glimpse of passing elf maiden and her retinue of otherworldly servants. She loved finding mushroom circles large enough for her to nap in, she loved finding toads hiding under lily pads in secret pools that only she and Humphrey knew about. She loved finding all sorts of flowers and make crowns for her and her family.

But today, Ermengarde was on a mission. She had read a story last night before falling asleep about a magical flower that only appeared to the most special of people. In the story it was seen by an elven princess who was looking for a way to cure her people of a sleeping plague that was sweeping through her forest. She found it in a hidden grove that could only be accessed through a tunnel underground that she had to find beneath a waterfall. But the flower was the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen. It was crimson and deep pink with a golden center. It only grew in secret places and only the most determined and virtuous of people could find it. According to the story, the flower only bloomed once every one-hundred years and had the power to grant the finder a single wish before disappearing. Was there any place like that in the Shire? What if she found the flower? What sort of thing would she wish for?

Little Emmie went to sleep filled with dreams of dancing flowers and waterfalls and secret tunnels lit by giant magical crystals. She woke even early than normal, too excited to stay asleep any longer than was absolutely necessary. She ate a bowl of oatmeal with juicy blueberries while Humphrey munched on a collection of sticks. She stole away some of her mother's favorite mint tea and made paste of it. It smelled lovely. She loved the smell of mint; it always made her smile. She put the mint in her hair and waited for it to turn her hair a secret shade of green. Humphrey thought it looked absolutely spiffy and even allowed her to put a little in his hair. Her mother would understand. The green hair was necessary. The elven princess in the story had green hair in all the pictures and Emmie was leaving nothing to chance. The sun was just peaking over the horizon when they set out, green hair, flower crowns, and walking stick at the ready. Today they were going to find a magic flower!
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The sun was sinking into the sea away beyond the Undertowers, and its dying light streaked the sky with pinkish oranges and purpley blues. As night fell, it seemed to Pearl that the shadowy hues were chasing the blazing sun down toward the horizon. Away to the north, the Water glinted merrily, tossing the last of the day’s vibrant sunlight into the air like sparks. There was something glorious and refreshing about coming home after a long journey; things and places she had seen countless times were brand-new and exciting. When at last she stepped off the Brandywine Bridge and into the lands of the Shire proper, Pearl skipped forward several yards with a cry of glee, forgetting the weight of the pack on her back. She had never in all her life found the Shire so beautiful.

This was all the more remarkable given where she and Jorgy had been: amongst the immortal elves in their pristine hidden valley. The invitation to the award ceremony had been a surprise, and many of the things and people they saw there had been even more astonishing. She had met a man from the moon and tasted horchata! They had heard a rousing, melodic song sung in the great Hall of Fire, and feasted upon mushrooms and elven delicacies alike. Pearl had met some of her personal heroes, and Jorgy had been brave enough both to confront a terrifying elf and to tell stories to a group of (less intimidating) elves. And all those stories were from just one evening! They’d had many a laugh on the road to and from Rivendell, and so the tales she could tell were practically endless! She was quite sure she would tell them again and again - to her family, her friends, and anyone at the Green Dragon who would listen.

They were closer to home, but not quite there yet. At a relaxed pace, they could travel for a few more days - especially if they stopped to sample the ale in all the pubs along the road to Bywater. Tempting as a large mug of ale would ordinarily be, all Pearl wanted for the moment was to savor the lands of the Shire in all their unassuming glory. She paused by the side of the road and looked north. The sun had sunk below the distant mountains now, and the Water rippled serenely but without its earlier luster. Gentle hills rolled between where they stood upon the East Road and the Water, and Pearl found herself drawn to those slopes. A grumbling in her belly made her eager for something to eat, too - even better if it were cooked over a campfire beneath the night sky.

“Well, Jorgy,” she said to the lad at her side. “We’re home! Or near enough, anyway. At the very least we’re in the Shire where it’s cozy and safe. Home just feels right, doesn’t it?”

Pearl hopped off the road and into the tall grasses which lined it. The grass tickled her feet and ankles, and she laughed. “What do you think about camping out here instead of looking for an inn? We’ve got some sausages and rolls left, and we can always drink our fill from the Water. Maybe tomorrow we can find a grove of apple trees to climb to get some breakfast!”
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Even though it had been some days since he and Pearl left Rivendell, Jorgy still felt like he was walking on the clouds. Throughout his multiple lifetimes, he's been fascinated with elves (or elleths and ellons as he'd learned in Rivendell) but he'd never seen one until that trip. And what a trip it was! The whole affair seemed like it was a dream. He'd accidently gone to the restrooms instead of the feast hall, told a scary looking elf to leave Pearl alone, met the man in the moon, ate some very fun mushrooms, and made a friend of an elleth named Ms. Lilótea. Some might think that this sort of random weirdness was par for the course for young Jorgy and, well they wouldnʼt be too far off, but then there were all the elves. What an experience! Sharing the experience with Pearl had made it even better. It was she, after all, that invited Jorgy to come with her. Of all the hobbits in the Shire, she'd invited him!

The closer they got to home, the more Jorgy realized he was getting very tired. Since he'd arrived in the Shire that day almost a year ago and immediately joined the Walking Club (within that year he'd learned to walk, skip, and run with the best of the hobbits), he'd never actually gone outside the borders. The Shire felt like it was simply the place he was supposed to be; when he left it, he realized it was much more than that. The Shire was his home! He longed for his bed, lumpy as it was sometimes, and to see Jorgyferret again (did he leave food out for the taxidermized oddball?). He wanted to do his dishes. Yes, he wanted to do his dishes, it was weird but Jorgy eventually found that dishes could be fun. Granted it had taken him weeks of piling dishes outside before he came to this revelation but better late then never, right?

None of that, however, was on his mind at the moment. As much as he wanted to be home, he wanted to spend as much time as he could exploring parts of the Shire heʼd never been and get to spend more time with Pearl. “I don't think there's anything better than seeing the Shire still golden and green after being away.” He'd learned a few poetic turns while listening to the elleths and ellons of the Hall of Fire and he was always eager to use them.

He plopped on the grass next to Pearl and giggled as the grass tickled his feet. “I think I would love that very much!” Jorgy had done plenty of camping out in his time, if by camping one considered falling asleep in one's front yard.

His stomach grumbled. When was the last they ate? Was it dinner? Or supper? Perhaps a midnight snack would be in order soon. Some dried blueberries with crisps and nice cold water sounded very good right now. He laid back on the grass and felt the earth wrap around him like a comforting hug. He looked up at the stars and wondered what all their stories were. There was a special star that those in Rivendell loved. What was it called again? Ear and Dill? Maybe he and Pearl could find it, it was a clear, cloudless sky night. “Apples for breakfast sound wonderful!” his stomach growled again. It wanted apples now. Apples, applesauce, apple tarts, and toast with apple butter.
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“Camping it is!” Pearl affirmed happily. She smiled to hear Jorgy wax poetic about their home country. He was growing quite eloquent these days! She unslung her knapsack and sat down upon the soft grass next to Jorgy. Close as they were to the road, they could always move up a hill later to start a fire for dinner or to find a good camping spot. The night air was light and fresh, and she heard the breeze whispering through the blades of grass all around her. Jorgy had lain down to gaze up at the night sky, and she imitated his posture, wondering which star in particular he was looking at.

“There are so many of them!” she whispered. All the orange and pink and purple of the sunset had resolved into a deep blue-black night sky, and the stars shone and winked from above. She spied one which looked rather blueish, instead of diamond-white like the rest. “Look at that one!” she said, pointing vaguely in the direction of the distant star. “I wonder why it’s so blue. What gives stars their color, anyway? In fact . . . where does the sky get all its many colors? There are so many questions I want answers to, but I’m afraid I won’t find the answers to them in the Shire any time soon. I should’ve asked the elves!”

They had passed by rooms filled with books and scrolls on their way out of the Hall of Fire on the night of the feast, and it seemed to Pearl that the elves possessed knowledge that the halflings could only dream of. Maybe someday she would make a trip back to Rivendell just to sit by the river and read all those many books! Or perhaps if Lilótea stopped by the Shire, Pearl could ask her all sorts of questions over a pint at the Green Dragon. She had better start keeping a list of the things she wondered about!

Not long into this first attempt at stargazing, Pearl heard a loud gurgling, rumbling sound. Sometimes her tummy made such noises when she was hungry, but it hadn’t been her. It did not sound like any wild creature she could think of, so she remained calm and relaxed amidst the grass beside her friend. Her friend! It must have been Jorgy!

“It’s settled! We’ll have apples for breakfast. I’m sure I’ve heard of groves of apple trees in Bridgefields. But I’m guessing you’re hungry now,” she said with a giggle, rolling onto her side to face Jorgy and propping her head on one hand. “So what do you think about climbing one of these little hills to find a good campsite and some firewood? We can make a little meal - some hot chocolate, even! And the fire will keep us from freezing to death overnight.”
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With Pearl by his side, the young hobbit looked up at the stars and marveled at them. The night was wonderful and magnificent. They were still at the height of summer, when evenings and nights were filled with sweet, cooling breezes. That was another reason to love the Shire. He'd never experienced summer before, not the way summer was mean to be experienced. Fresh squeezed lemonade in the afternoon, cold beer in the evening, games of tag, catching grasshoppers and lightning bugs. There was magic in the air in summer. Even though there were days where it felt like the heat was going to turn him into Jorgy-goo, he would have nothing else. The skies were wild and blue, the waters of the rivers and stream were clear azure. The trees and hillsides were alight with green, yellow, purple, vermillion, lavender, periwinkle, and thousand other colors. The storms, even though they scared him at first, were gorgeous. Jorgy had never seen a real storm, the things they had in Mordor were nothing compared to the awe-inspiring majesty of a real summer thunderstorm. The first time he'd experienced one he thought the world was ending and ran to the Brockhouse House and told them they all had to make a run for it. Pearl and Daisy had been quick to explain that thunderstorms were natural (Tom of course thought it was hilarious and poked fun at Jorgy for a month until both his sisters locked him outside in the rain during another thunderstorm). They stayed up all night watching the lightning show once Jorgy’d calmed down.

She was right. There were so many of stars in the sky. So, so many. One night, when he was feeling particularly enamored by them, he decided he was going to count them all. That had lasted all of about half an hour, when he got to two hundred and five. And he'd barely scratched the surface! They were as lovely as they were innumerable. Some were purest white, some blue, some red, some even looked like swirls of a dozen colors. They formed condensations… wait that's not the right word, consignments… no, constellations, that's the word! They formed constellations with stories so old that they stretched back to before the sun and moon soared across the sky. “Do you think the stars look down on us and wonder what we do all day? The way we look at stars and wonder what they do?” He tore his gaze away from the thousand thousand stars and looked at Pearl, who was wondering herself about what she should have asked the elves.

He maneuvered himself so that he was laying down with his head propped up under his hand. “You know, I donʼt think elves are as smart as we think they all are. Sure, there are some that are brilliant and wise beyond words, like Lady Lilótea, but there's a ton of things you and I know about stuff that would leave the elves slack jawed and silly! I happen to think you are smarter than the king of Rivendell, Elgrog whatever his name is. I bet you a dozen pastries he canʼt make a good muffin ball.” But then Pearl began to talk about food and firewood and apples and hot cocoa and suddenly Jorgy’s brain could think of nothing else. Whatever profound feelings he had about elves and rustic wisdom were lost in sea of “Apples and hot cocoa! And marshmallows! “I think that's a very smort idea, Pearl!” He jumped up, suddenly full of energy and ready to go hunting for apples and firewood. “Say, whatʼs your favorite kind apple? Gold, red, or green? Or is it something weird like blue?”
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The older she became, the more adventurous she grew to her parents' dismay. No matter how much her mother tried to tell Fuchsia that she should learn cooking, gardening and crafts as a proper young Hobbit lady should, Fuchsia could not focus on any one of these things for long enough to master it well. Rather she was drawn to outdoors, and kept taking lengthy walks, which became longer and longer.

"Fuchsia!" her mother often scolded her, grabbing her by the arm to keep her indoors long enough to hear the lecture. "If you keep wandering about you'll end up bitten by a snake, attacked by ruffians, drowned in the river, or even disappear like that old Bilbo Baggins! You should learn skills to make a good housewife to a Hobbit lad of your choosing."

"But, ma, I don't like any of 'em that way, they're just friends," the lass objected, shaking her brown curls in protest. "Besides, I'm careful and won't get into any of those troubles you say..."

After yet another argument of a similar sort, Fuchsia had made many a polite excuse (she preferred not to anger her ma and pa) to get out, and skipped along the streets and out into the open.
Drown in the Water! Ha! She definitely would not! Fuchsia let out a merry laugh at the thought as she dipped the toes of her right foot into the warm, shallow water. During her roamings, she had found this little narrow stretch of sandy shore where the Water made a turn away. Lifting her skirts slightly, she proceeded to dance around in the water, splashing around in it much like a mischievous pony that had escaped the confines of a stable and found freedom.

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By the Water, not far from Bywater


Daffodil skipped along the road, humming cheerily to herself. She had a long ways to go still, and since her parents weren't expecting her home for a while, she was taking her time. She didn't often get to go off as far as the Shire, but she'd had the wonderful fortune of being asked to escort her little niece and nephew to a visit to their other uncle, who lived in the Shire and had been sending letters inviting the twins to come and stay with him for a while. It seemed his son, little Hubert, didn't have many hobbit children around to play with, and was quite lonely, but the problem was, the cousins lived too far away.

Daffodil could hardly believe it when her sister, Dandelia, had asked her parents if she could do this for her. The little ones, Geraldo and Gerania, had been begging to go visit their cousin Hubert for quite a while, and the main obstacle to this was that there were no adults to spare to take the children there. Daffodil was not yet an adult, but she was old enough to be able to handle a job like this, and she could be spared from helping her father in his store, and though her mother worried about the idea of sending her 15-year-old daughter so far away, where she might be mugged or drowned, or anything terrible might happen, she had eventually agreed, though not without expressing her worries.

Daffodil felt sure that her mother's worries were all for naught. What could possibly happen here? It was the Shire! Nothing happened here. She was in more danger in Bree, where they lived than here. She spun in a circle, happily enjoying the bright sunshine. Was it her imagination or did it seem sunnier out here, than in Bree? The air smelled cleaner, and the ground felt warm and rich beneath her toes. She giggled, feeling just as excited as little Geraldo and Gerania had been when they traveled with her. They would be staying with Hubert and his family for the summer, and Dandelia had confided to Daffodil that she was secretly quite glad for a break. Though she loved the twins, they were a handful, to be sure! Daffodil could understand that.

Suddenly, ahead, the young hobbit girl heard splashing. She stopped short, breath catching in her chest. What was up there? She listened for a moment, then ventured cautiously forward, peeking around a bush, and then let out a sigh of relief when she saw that it was only another hobbit girl, about her own age! How exciting! She didn't know very many others, least of all her own age! She hesitated for a moment, watching, before hopping out from behind the bush. "Hello!" She greeted the other in a cheery voice. "Aren't you afraid the current will sweep you away?" She asked, tilting her head. The bree-hobbit wasn't terribly familiar with water, but had always heard terrible stories of hobbits drowning in water, and wondered how much truth there was to it.

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“We shall!” Pearl had cried, and she and Jorgy had stepped over the threshold of his front door and out into the beautiful Bywater morning.

They wandered along various lanes, stopping every now and then to admire a dew-soaked flower or to breathe in the smell of the air after a storm. They hopped a fence to roam the rolling hills of a nearby farm (Pearl’s family being friendly with the farmer, they weren’t too afraid of being kicked out for trespassing), and saw tall green stalks growing heavy with corn ripened beneath the warm, yellow sun. It was nearly harvest time. Corn on the cob would be a wonderful treat! She and Tom and Daisy would, as a rule, slather their corn on the cob with butter, never mind the mess it made when melted.

“Say, Jorgy,” she said, pausing amidst the cornstalks. “Have you ever eaten corn on the cob?” There was still much Pearl did not know about Jorgy’s life before he’d arrived quite suddenly in the midst of the Shire Walking Club, and she wondered if corn on the cob was perhaps part of the fanciful eleven-course elevensies where he had come from.

Pearl ran her hand over a large nearby leaf, admiring its vibrant greenness. This was a healthy plant! She liked to see healthy plants out and about on her walks, and she loved to watch things grow. I ought to grow a garden! she thought to herself.

“Mmm, corn,” she murmured, a bit absentmindedly. She was daydreaming now of cornbread and corn fritters and popped corn that jumped and burst into fluffy pieces in a kettle over the fire. She wondered if Jorgy had eaten any of these delightful things. If not, he was in for several wonderful treats after the harvest!
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Hopping fences might be one of Jorgy’s new favorite pastimes. The first time he and Pearl did it, he thought he was going to get caught. Both by the owner of said fence and by the seat of his pants. Thankfully, neither of those things happened. Pearl, as it turns out, knew the hole owner and knew it was permissible to cut through their fields, and Jorgy’s pants were made of stronger material than he’d thought. Phew!

Aside from the fencing hopping though, the morning was going wonderfully. Every time Jorgy went out on one of his walks he found something new and wonderful about the Shire. Sometimes it was just a funny shaped bush or a tree with a perfect nook for reading or a patch of particularly green grass that looks as though it was too perfect to be real. He saw dozens of butterflies on his walks and wondered if there were hobbits who knew all the different kinds of butterflies there were. He assumed it was a very big number, probably close to two or three dozen. He saw honeybees as big as his thumbnail and buzzed and bounced on the air without the tiniest care in the world.

This particular morning was rather quiet. But one should never think a quiet morning was a bad morning! Far from it! Jorgy had time to pay attention to the clouds and the myriad shapes they made. They hadn’t sighted any rainbows yet, at least none that they could easily access (Jorgy thought he saw one up north but it looked rather faint and far away, an adventure for another time).

Then they came across the corn. So much corn! Corn as far as the eye could see! It was a beautiful golden sight. From afar, Jorgy could imagine it was, in fact, a field full of shimmering molten gold. When he’d first seen corn, nearly a year ago now, he thought it was a strange variety of cactus and stayed as far away from it as he could. It was only once he’d settled into his home and went to the market that he learned the kernels were actually edible. They tasted like heaven! They were sweet and juicy and tart and savory and so bursting with delicious golden happiness that Jorgy thought he himself might burst. But today was a day for revelations. Corn… on the cob?! Jorgy couldn’t believe his ears. How could… and how did you… with your… oh goodness… oh goodness! Even though it had not been long since they finished their breakfast, Jorgy could feel himself getting hungry again. And this revelation about eating corn straight off the cob was making his stomach gurgle insistently. Not knowing any better (it was Jorgy after all) he plucked an ear off the stalk, tore back the green sheaths protecting the sweet delicious golden kernels and…

“HmmmmmmMMmmmmmm… Pearl, are you sure this is corn?” he tried to bite it was not nearly as juicy and soft as he remembered corn being. Oh no! he knew, he just knew he’d accidently eaten a cactus!!
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Pearl blushed. Her, smarter than the king of the elves? She’d never thought herself particularly smart. In her own mind, she was just an ordinary hobbit tween who loved baking and walking and playing with her cat. As she got older, she thought she might start her own little garden and begin to cook a bit more, in addition to her baking hobby. But smart? She did like stories, it was true. What stories they’d heard in the Hall of Fire! But she was no cleverer than anyone else in Bywater. And so the thought was amusing given its farfetchedness, but still - she couldn’t help but be flattered that Jorgy had said so.

“Muffin balls were quite the invention!” she laughed, rising and brushing the dirt from her skirt. “I’ve never heard of a blue apple. But I like crisp red ones the best. What about you? Have you seen any blue apples in all your travels?” She imagined Jorgy to have been a great traveler before he’d come to Bywater, given all the wondrous things he’d seen and the way he sometimes acted like the Shire was a foreign place. It must be because he was so used to the habits of other lands!

She couldn’t help but linger on Jorgy’s thought from earlier about the stars. Before he could tell her about his favorite apples, she mused aloud, “I’m not sure if the stars look down at us. Maybe there are star-hobbits up there, though, sitting in their own star version of the Shire and asking similar questions! Maybe one is called Jorgystar, and one is called Pearlstar! Wouldn’t that be strange?”

She offered him a hand to help him to his feet, then began walking up a nearby hill. It was crowned with trees and a thicket of brambles. Pearl plucked some dry twigs and branches and soon had a small fire going. It was a good thing, too, for night had truly fallen, and the light of the stars was not much to go by. She knelt beside the fire and opened her pack, withdrawing a packet of sausages and two rolls of bread wrapped in thick paper. She looked up at Jorgy. “What do you say to some sausages? I only wish we had some butter for the bread.” She removed a small traveling pan and set the sausages upon it. “Once the fire gets going, we can cook these up, and make our hot chocolate for later!”
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Fuchsia Meadowsweet with Daffodil @Rillewen
By the Water, not far from Bywater


She had gone on with her water fun for quite a while, quite oblivious to being watched - she knew that most Hobbits did not really venture down to the very shore. And so it was that a voice addressing her caught her quite by surprise. For a while she stood still, her back to the bush, wondering whether she was just hearing voices in her head or whether there was really someone out here.

Turning around she found herself face to face with another Hobbit. "Why, the waters are very calm here, and I do not wade out into the swift current because I am not very good at swimming. This really does feel good on the toes!" Fuchsia claimed and did not even wonder what the other lass was doing here.

Eventually she stepped out on the land again and reached her hand out to the stranger who seemed rather friendly. "Hey, wanna come and try it out for yourself?" she challenged and reached out her hand towards Daffodil. "I am called Fuchsia. And you? Come!"
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Daffodil was pleased to find that the other girl seemed friendly, taking the offered hand in a handshake. "I'm Daffodil, it's very nice to meet you, Fucshia." She listened with a mix of awe and skepticism as she explained how very un-dangerous the water was. She knew so many who were absolutely terrified of the water, claiming that hobbits always drowneded whenever they tried to do anything on the water, and she'd heard horror stories of foolish hobbits going off on boats which would then spring a leak and drown them, or flip over and they were trapped under it and drownded that way. But it really didn't seem all that frightening, now that Fuschia pointed out that there wasn't any current, and it wasn't very deep.

"Alright." She agreed after a moment's consideration. After all, Big People talked about swimming and stuff, and they didn't ever seem to get drownded, did they? She cautiously stepped into the edge of the water, holding the edge of her skirt up to be sure it wouldn't get wet. After all, it wouldn't do for her mother to find out she'd been wading and get her all worked up in a frazzle about something so nothing-ish. "Do you live near here, Fucshia?" She wondered, curious about her new friend as she stepped very cautiously into the cool water. Fuschia was right, it did feel very nice on her feet!

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A terrible screeching sound caused Mari to stir and wake. "Mmmph.. what da?" She throws back her covers, hops out of the bed, and investigates for the source... Outside two birds have decided to cause a rumpus on the bush directly on the other side of her window, causing its branches to scrape against it. "Well... not der fault da bushes isn't trimmed. Either way doh.." She taps on the glass... "Get out here birdies! Come back after Mari trims da bushes later!" She pouts a bit as they fly off, releases a sigh, and begins to process the start of her day.

Shortly she is in her signature attire, a common, forest green dress with a brown leather vest and her herb pouch around her waist. She adjusts the bag on her back, checks her pockets for her list of chores, then selects a walking stick from a bin by her front door with an exaggerated groan, "Got lotsa' pickin to do today. Need to find like three different mushrooms, dill, some of those.." As she repeats her list of items to herself, she heads out the door, closing it behind her, and makes her way down The Hill towards the Bywater Pool.
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Jorgy had never seen a blue apple. He had seen some very deep red ones, some yellow ones, and some green ones (those he did not enjoy) so naturally he assumed there were blues ones somewhere about. He hadn’t seen one in the Shire yet, but he was certain that one day he would, and it would be the sweetest most amazing apple that ever was eaten! He started daydreaming about apples and zoned out for a moment (thankfully it was only a moment) before returning to the conversation at hand. “In my travels?” he sounded confused for a moment. He hadn’t exactly told Pearl that he had been a lava snake in a previous life and hand journeyed for the Shire once he found himself a halfling in the ashy fields. It was not something that simply rolled off the tongue. She, and others, seemed to have put it together that he was not exactly from the local “around here” but he let them think he was just from the deep south of the Shire. It was not a lie, not exactly, but it still meant he had to come up with things to explain his odd behavior.

“Oh! Well I was walking once through a huge green meadow once with an even huger apple tree right in the middle of it.” He stood up with his hands behind his back, apparently now his normal method of telling stories. “It was a very hot day, much like today actually, and I was hoping for some shade. I was younger back then and didn’t know how to tell an apple tree from half a league away. I was just hoping for some shade. I had a waterskin that was about half full and no food. I was a foolish young lad who thought he could traverse a dozen leagues in a single day with just a roast beef sandwich! I ate the sandwich before midmorning, and it was stretching past noon now. Some shade would be lovely, I could rest underneath the cool branches and recover my strength. I sat down against the trunk and an apple fell on my head! I looked up and saw a little finch staring at me. I asked if the apple was for me and he said only if I could turn it into a blue apple. I couldn’t, mostly because I didn’t know that was something anyone could do. Oh, I should have asked the elves if something like that was possible. Oh rats. Well I failed to turn the apple blue so the finch flew down, stole the apple out of my hand and away in to the sun. Since he told me to do it, I assumed that it was possible. Haven’t found any blue apples yet though.”

He had thought his little tale was quite clever, a silly little tale about one of his early trips into the Shire. Pearl though, blew that story out of the tree (so to speak). Star-hobbits?! His mouth actually fell open in shock. He knew Pearl was smart (he’d meant it when he said he thought she was wiser than El-Round) but he was always surprised at just how smart she could be. Star-hobbits! He’d never even thought about that. They must be the coolest most amazing kinds of hobbits that ever were! “Jorgystar and Pearlstar? Why those are the silliest names ever!” he laughed, his cheeks dimpling as they turned red with mirth. “But then again I bet they think plain old “Jorgy and Pearl” sounds silly.” He looked up at the stars, a new sense of wonder. What if there was another version of himself out there in the stars? What would that Jorgy be like? Would he be silly too? A doof who liked to make people happy? Was he a conniving caperer who loved to do magic tricks with cards? He had a lot to think about now. Was this Jorgy best friends with another variant of Pearl? He hoped so. Every Jorgy needs a Pearl, and every Pearl needs a Jorgy.

The fire, once it came to life, was beautiful and mesmerizing. The little orange flames danced and flittered about with cracks and pops and snacks. It was such a relaxing sound. As they watched their food cook, Jorgy could feel his muscles start to unwind and decompress. They had been walking for quite some time and he was eager to rest. His stomach grumbled again, breaking his concentration on the flames. He chuckled and beamed with light hobbit greed at the mention of sausages. “Yes please! There’s nothing quite as good as sausages and hot chocolate with a friend.”

Fireflies came out then, dozens of them, scores, hundreds, Jorgy lost count. They were beautiful, drifting and filtering through the air. It was a theatrical display, a musical of lights just for the two of them. Crickets chirped a soft rhythm. Jorgy could even swear he heard a barn owl hooting in the distance!

What a perfect evening so far!
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"See?!" Fuchsia cheered when Daffodil dared to step into the water; that was an achievement in itself no matter that she stayed on the very edge - the mischievous Hobbit lass had never managed to entice anyone else to even try this much and had given up eventually. "It is especially nice on hot days, but then again I wouldn't splash around when it gets cooler."

As if to prove her point, Fuchsia set about skipping through the shallow water again with little care that her skirts got a fair share of wetness; the sun would dry everything as it usually did, and she did not mean to go home too soon either way.

Stopping for a while, she then answered Daffodil's question: "Ya, I do not live too far from here, though it is a bit of a walk. Couldn't do this right before my parents' noses, right?" She flashed a bright smile, and her brown eyes seemed to send off mischievous sparks. "I figure you are not a local? I don't think I've seen you hereabouts."
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Daffodil retreated back a step, tossing her hands up as if to ward off the splashing from the other girl, fearing she would become soaked. When it became evident that she was not going to prevent herself from getting wet after all, she gave up and laughed, then stepped a little further in, letting go of her skirts. She'd think of something to tell her parents. Perhaps she'd say she was forced to ford the creek, which was somewhat close to the truth, and that she slipped but was absolutely fine. She'd get a lot of fussing from her mother, of course, and scoldings about being more careful, but it was sure to be worth it. Seeing how much Fuchsia was enjoying herself, Daffodil decided that this must be a great deal of fun.

She giggled, splashing a bit herself, though not too much. She still wasn't 100% sold on this water thing, but maybe once she became a bit more comfortable with it, she'd enjoy it more. "It is nice!" She agreed, grinning. She hopped up and then giggled as her feet made a nice splash upon landing back in the water. Then, doing it a second time, she stepped on a slippery rock, and her feet slipped out from under her, and she landed right on her bottom in the water! She gasped, startled and a tiny bit panicked for a second. Then, after a moment's pause, realizing she was totally fine, but very wet, she burst into laughter.

"No, I'm not from near here," She answered Fuchsia, giggling as she gathered herself up to her feet again. "I live in Bree town." She smiled, adding proudly, "My father runs a general store there. I help there sometimes, but this week, I was able to go on a bit of an adventure! I've taken my niece and nephew to go and visit their cousin. My Sister's in-laws, that is. They live in the Shire." She motioned back the way she'd come, vaguely. "I'm on my way to find a ride back now, but I reckon I ought to be able to play for a while, anyway." She grinned.

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By the time Mari had made it to the water she had already found half of what she had been looking for. She got down to the edge and let her toes soak while she leaned back and enjoyed the sun for a moment. Before not long at all, she had drifted into a little nap which was quickly awakened by a midge trying to crawl up her nose. “Pfffff!!” She sat up and blew air, swatting and picking it away. “Bleh” She added as she flung it off.

The sun hadn’t moved much at all, but she felt pretty well-rested. She pulled out a mushroom from her bag and began to nibble on it as she regathered her things, figuring, may as well just loop her way back around the other way, and then she would probably have all she needed for dinner for the next few days.

Just as she was about to set off a cry from further down the river caught her attention. It seemed to be followed by another one and Mari could hear splashing. Mari twisted her lips in thought, t’was probably just someones laughing… But... maybe someones in dangers!
She clutched her staff in one hand and held her pouch to her side tightly as she raced down the river bank towards the sound.

As she climbed over a bank, she finally saw the source. A hobbit-las was skipping along the river line, while another seemed to be standing further in. She climbed up further and got her footing, then shouted to them, “Hey der! Dis ones Mari!" She stuck a thumb towards her chest, then waved her hand in a circle their way, “Yous okay?!

It just dawned on her that they were her own size, perhaps a few years younger… and awfully brave to be playing this close to the water… which meant... They were probably awfully fun too! She took a few steps closer and smiled brightly...

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It seemed that her silliness was rubbing off on Daffodil just a bit, and while she should have taken it as a warning sign (her parents would surely have insisted so), instead she felt rather proud of the achievement. However, the newly found friend's fall caused her to startle and stare with her mouth open for a few frightening moments, but then she joined the laughter in relief seeing that it was nothing serious.

"Oh, Bree is quite a ways off!" Fuchsia said, a bit of envy sounding in her voice as she had never gone that far. "Wish I could go back with you and explore something further than a stone's throw from my own yard. And a shop too..." She sighed and stood, her gaze set on nothing in particular dreamily.

She was jolted out of her reverie by yet another voice from the bank, and found that their splashing must have been heard for quite a distance to attract attention.

"Aye, we're fine, just cooling off our toes in the stream here," she responded rather seriously, and then added: "I'm Fuchsia, and she is Daffodil. Would you like to join our splashing party?" her voice now regained a touch of silliness again at the mention of the fun activity they were engaging in.
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As Daffodil regained control of her giggles, she sent a splash toward her new friend. "It is a good ways off, no doubt." She agreed. "At least I ought to have plenty of time to dry out, anyway!" She mentioned happily. It certainly wouldn't do to arrive home all drenched like this, and worry her mother half to death! She was just considering a possible idea, when another voice rang out, startling Daffodil as much as it did Fuchsia. For half a second, she nearly expected her mother to have appeared out of thin air to scold her for being so reckless, playing in the dangerous Water. But to her relief, another girl like themselves appeared, and she breathed a sigh of relief as Fuchsia introduced them both. Smiling, Daffodil waved to their new acquaintance. "Hello! It's rather fun, would you like to join us?" She seconded Fuchsia's invitation.

While waiting for Mari to make up her mind on the matter, Daffodil turned to Fuchsia. "I had an idea, but I don't know whether it could work," She mentioned, a little hesitant. "If no one's expecting you anytime soon, perhaps you might like to travel along with me?" She hardly dared hope that such a scheme could actually work, but it certainly would be nice to have some company, if Fuchsia was up for it! But then, she would absolutely understand if Fuchsia couldn't. Perhaps she, too, had a mother waiting at home to scold her for splashing around like this.

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With a loud crack!, Jorgy removed an ear of corn from a nearby stalk. Pearl jumped and grinned. She watched him remove the husk and gaze delightedly down at the golden prize within. “Looks good!” she said. “And the animals haven’t gotten at this one. Let’s take it home and . . .” Before she could wrap up her thought, though, Jorgy bit down on the raw corn! Pearl gasped and laughed while Jorgy mused aloud on the mysteries of the corn.

“Of course it is!” she said with a smile. “But it’s raw. You have to cook it first, otherwise it’ll be all crunchy and difficult to eat. We can boil it or roast it or even pop it at home! I don’t know anyone who eats corn raw, except maybe raccoons.”

She plucked another ear of corn from a nearby stalk and tucked it beneath one arm as they continued walking along. “There, now we’ll each have one! And we can prepare them however you like when we get home. I think I’ll have to bake something in exchange for these ears of corn, mind, or Farmer Goodchild’ll take back his permission for us to wander about on the farm! What do you think I ought to make for him? Maybe a pie, or some muffins.”

Pearl made a quick mental inventory of the pantry at home. She would likely need to take a trip to the market to gather supplies, having recently baked up a storm for Daisy’s birthday party. (The cake and cookies had been a great success amongst the invited hobbit children, as well as with sone older guests, including Jorgy. Tom had stomped off in a huff when his mother had given him a good scolding for trying to have some cake before the birthday girl got a slice, which worked out better for everyone anyway as Tom was a bit of a brat.)

Jorgy and Pearl soon reached the northern edge of the cornfield. Ahead of them, the hills of Westfarthing rolled lush and deep green into the distance. Bywater Pool sparkled beneath the late morning sun like a bright blue gem. Soft clouds drifted across the sky overhead, some of them looking a bit greyer than the others. The air was suddenly cool and damp and fresh with the scent of coming rain. “Oh! Rain again. I forgot to bring an umbrella,” Pearl remarked. But then, she didn’t actually mind getting caught in a bit of rain. In fact, she loved to run through rain showers in the summer: the water cooled her off and the dark clouds kept the sun from beating down on her skin too harshly. On such occasions, she would return home from her joyful jogging panting and soaked through but grinning from ear to ear.

Today, though, the sun shone defiantly through the gaps in the scattered clouds. The breeze carried the clouds towards them; the clouds, in turn, bore the gift of rain. “A sun shower!” Pearl shouted gleefully as the clouds opened up and a pleasant, cool drizzle began to fall.
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