The hobbit girl

CHAPTER 1 - willow tree

ROSEMARY

i woke up at exactly 7:28am on a cloudy spring morning, i get out of bed and walk out to the shared bathroom in my cousin bilbos hobbit hole. i lock the door and relieve myself of the aching pain too pee coming from my bladder, once i'm finished i wash my hands and look at myself in the mirror above the sink. my black hair pleated and messy hanging from one of my shoulders, my sleeping gown all crooked and sleep in the corner of my emerald green eyes. i brush my teeth and yawn while walking back to my room. i get changed for the day into a nice yellow dress and black boots, i take out the pleat in my hair and brush the low curls out and head out to the dining room for breakfast.

"rose, good morning, i was just fixing up breakfast" my cousin bilbo always called me rose instead of rosemary, he said it was easier for him to say when we were younger and it just kinda stuck.

"goodie, im starving" i say as he places a plate with bread and butter on the dining table, i walk over and sit at my usual corner seat. i don't wait for bilbo to sit down to start eating, i was sort of impolite that way, if i was hungry i was not waiting for anyone.

once bilbo finally joins me at the table i've almost finished devouring my well needed breakfast and glass of water.
as he begins to eat his own food i'm just about to get up when he stops me.
"rose don't be running off and getting into trouble again, we can't have any more neighbours complaining about ur mischievous behaviour" i just give him a smirk and nod before grabbing my satchel, it's brown leather with a pretty sunflower stitched onto it, it was once my mothers before she passed away. i don't go anywhere without it, it's like my good luck charm. i shout bye to my favourite cousin before running out the door.

i decided to listen to my cousins advice considering i've been getting us a bad name in the shire. i chose to just have a walk through the forest and collect some flowers for the dining table at home. it was so beautiful here, the way the leaves moved with the wind, some trees were small and some were tall but i had a favourite tree here in the forest. my mother would bring me to the willow tree every saturday and tell me stories of when she was young, she'd tell me about my father who i never got the pleasure of knowing.
this willow tree held so many memories for me that's why i still visited it frequently.

i made it to the willow tree before noon with a collection of flowers in both hands. i sat down against the bark of the tree and put all my flowers down and examining them to see which ones were good enough to take home with me.
the poor ones that weren't id leave here at the willow tree, as it may not be a grave for my mother but it was a grave of memories and love.

i moved the old flowers that i placed in a little pot that i found last time i visited and placed the new ones that i had collected gently in the pot. my mother was a kind soul, she was never not smiling or laughing, her heart was full of love. she had long brown hair that sit perfectly over her shoulders, her emerald green eyes shined in the sun, i always thought there was a kind of sparkle in them. she was a beautiful lady with an even prettier soul.

i sat there for hours just speaking to the willow tree, admittedly i pretended said willow tree was my mother, i updated her on my life, on bilbo, every little detail i could think. as the sun grew lower i realised i should leave before i be late for dinner. as i walked back through the forest i hummed my favourite song, it wasn't a long walk but it felt fairly larger than the walk there.

as i turned the corner just before our little cozy hobbit hole i walked up the stairs and seen a glowing blue line on the door with 2 smaller smaller lines at the start of it. i shrugged it off thinking some kids drew it on the door and walked in and hung my satchel up, taking the flowers out of it and walking over to the sink to put the flowers in a vase. bilbo was sitting at the table when i walked into the dining room, "ur late for supper" he didn't seem annoyed, not that i had expected him to be, we're both grown adults.

i showed him the flowers i got and placed them on the table and explained to him where i had been all day, he looked worried for a slight second but it quickly disappeared as he nodded and smiled, he got up to start preparing some food for the both of us. silence waved between us which wasn't unusual, when i first got placed in bilbos care when i was 29 we knew it would be rocky, and it sure wasn't easy for the first 10 years but we got the hang of it after that, we became very close, i was now 48 and bilbo was only 50, there wasn't much of an age difference between us.
he sat two plates down and sat down to begin eating when the door knocked loudly, ripping through the silence.

"who could that possibly be at this time"