Quick Hands Quick hands in Bag End’s gardens efficiently pull out the weeds and pinch off destructive aphids from green stems ( Read more... )

Pesky Pervinca

Pearl, as the oldest, was treated with the most respect. Pimpernel had set herself to be the helpful one, and all were glad to see her coming. Pervinca had been the coddled baby for quite some time, until at last he was born, that much-desired son and heir ( Read more... )

Officious Otho “Order!” Otho called out ( Read more... )

Master and Man

“Most unnatural, how your gardener’s lad has tied himself to young Frodo,” Lobelia sniffed.

Unnatural? Bilbo could see the look of concern growing in Dora’s eyes at the mere hint of impropriety ( Read more... )

Likin’ the Young Master

“Lad,” began Hamfast Gamgee tentatively, “you’ve been spendin’ a lot of time with the young Master….”

Sam smiled up at his father. “Oh, yes, Dad-him’s a right special one, he is! There’s no one quite like Master Frodo-not nowhere!”

The Gaffer’s heart twisted at the words. Oh, my ( Read more... )

Kissing Cousins “Kindly unhand my daughter!” insisted an irate Paladin Took ( Read more... )

Justice “Just what d’ye think as y’ere doin’ here, lads ( Read more... )

Inspiration I’ve found so much to inspire me over the years. My father’s love of the gardens about Bag End inspired me to learn more about propogation and crossing strains. My mother’s love of books inspired me to read. My grandfather’s blood must have inspired me to seek to prove Gandalf’s boasts of me as an intrepid burglar and ( Read more... )

Helping Hamfast “Here, Gaffer-let me take that!” So saying, Frodo took the barrow he’d been pushing, steering it past the lilacs toward the compost pile ( Read more... )

Gathering Gladiola “Good!” grunted Bilbo, smiling down at the letter he’d been reading ( Read more... )