Lord of the Rings/The Hobbit Imagines

Legolas: Mushroom

"Who ever said being a mushroom was a bad thing?"

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Requested by: DarkFeyMagick2

Dedicated to: larry_is_real_mf

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          Who has ever heard of a hobbit? If you weren't a hobbit, then no one knew who or what you were. No, you weren't a dwarf, though you were raised by one. No, you were not just an incredibly short human. You were a hobbit.

          But, enough about how complicated your situation was when in came with interacting with other species. Today was a special day! What was today? Well, you seem to have forgotten at the moment. No matter! It would surely come back to you later. That's what was so great about hobbits: they're very light-hearted. At least that's what your father told you. You have actually never met another hobbit, other than your birth parents, of course. But that didn't really count since they abandoned you the day you were born. Thankfully, your father happened to be visiting an old friend that day when he found you. He took it upon himself to raise you, and here you were: trying to recall what was so special about today.

"Y/N! Are ya in there?" You here your father call from outside your room.

"Yep! I sure am!" You called back happily. You were always in a good mood, contrary to your rough past. But you were raised with much love, good friends, and extremely good food! Hobbits did have an extraordinary appetite, after all.

"There's the special lass!" He chuckled and you ran up to hug him.

"Speaking of special, is there something special about today? I can't seem to recall if there was." You purse your lips in thought.

"Are you joking? It's your birthday!" He shakes you and your eyes light up with recognition.

"Oh! Of course! I knew there was something special about today, and not just that it is a lovely morning!" You both laugh and head out for the day.

          You were wearing your special dress that you only wore on your birthday every year, which was your favorite. You loved how airy it was, along with the flowery pattern. Your Uncle Thorin bought it for you a few years ago. He said it was from the Shire, which is where hobbits live. From then on, you always wore it for your birthday.

          You and your father wandered around the shops all day and you had a wonderful second breakfast, which you only got on your birthday. It was a hobbit tradition, at least that's what he told you, even though he ate it with you anyways. Everyone in town knew who you were, and everyone wished you a happy birthday. You never stopped smiling, but it was mostly because your father was home. He always was gone going on adventures, rarely coming back. You didn't blame or hate him for it, but you were disappointed every time he had to leave. He would be gone for months and only return for a couple days before leaving again. You were old enough now to get by on your own, but you still missed him.

          The whole town came to your birthday celebration, even Uncle Thorin! He wasn't literally your uncle, but you still called him that since you were so close. There was singing, dancing, eating, and drinking, of course. Ever since you were old enough to have ale, you enjoyed having it every once in a while. You maybe even had a little more than usual on your birthday. It was always fun watching the drinking competitions between the dwarves, and you clapped your hands every time someone won. Your life could not be better.