The Pathfinder (ON HOLD)

Chapter 1: Catrina

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         I sat in my garden outside my hobbit hole, watching hobbits walk by wheeling wheelbarrows in front of them and whatnot. I brushed my curly auburn hair out of my blue-green eyes. People in Hobbiton called me pretty and petite, and the hobbits told me I was like a China doll because of my complexion. I rolled my eyes, thinking of all the young male hobbits that gawked at me every day.

       Suddenly my eyes caught one of the nicer, older hobbits from next door. "Good morning, Mr. Hamwich!" I called out. Drogo Hamwich tipped his lopsided cap to me. "And a good morning to you too, Miss Catrina!" He replied in his strange accent. He was driving a cart loaded with two pigs, three chickens in cages, a dozen wicker baskets, and countless coils of rope. "Off to market, I see!" I said cheerfully. "Aye, and I made plenty of rope. Mrs. Figgy won't be able to turn me down this time!" He chuckled quietly to himself. I giggled nervously. I had no idea what he was talking about. "Well, good luck with Mrs. Figgy!" I said, laughing. "Thank you, my fine young lady." Drogo replied, and he drove off in his rickety old cart.

     

          I sighed. All was peaceful in the Shire. Although, last night had been unusual. At least a dozen or so dwarves had passed my hole. I knew because I couldn't help myself. Having people shuffling past your door at supper cannot be ignored. From what I remember, there was one with tattoos on his partially bald head (he didn't look very nice), a white bearded one (he looked wiser and much nicer than the other one), two young ones (around the same age as me), then a great many others passed, sounding like a herd of elephants. They were accompanied by a man who I recognized as Gandalf. His fireworks were stupendous at the last party he came to!

       I was suddenly jolted out of my daydream when Bilbo Baggins, one of the calmest, most sophisticated hobbits in the Shire, came crashing out of Bag End's emerald green door. He had a pack on his back, and an unreasonably long piece of paper was fluttering in his hand and trailing behind him. Bilbo was leaping over fences and bushes like a child. "Oy, Mr. Bilbo! Where are you off to?" someone called. "I'm going on an adventure!" Bilbo yelled back, running at top speed.

        Bilbo raced by my hole. I stood up abruptly in astonishment. An adventure? I thought, Him? He must be joking.