(Cross-posted to samwisegardener)The sun had barely crested the hill of Bagshot Row when eleven pairs of small bare feet moved softly through down the long corridor of Bag End. There were a few whispers and giggles, but then a SHHHHHHHHH would quiet them all again ( Read more... )

All children like presents and the Gamgees were no exception. It might even be argued that hobbit children like surprises and gifts best of all the folk of Middle Earth. More than elves and the Big People. Even more than dwarves, and dwarves are known to be very fond of gifts - the shinier the better ( Read more... )

1. Tell me one thing you love about me.
2. Tell me two things you love about yourself.
3. Look through the comments... when you see someone you know, tell them three things you love about them.
4. Do this in your journal so I can tell you what I love about you.

Young Primrose was the first one out the door that sunny autumn morning. She planned to pick marigolds from the field to bring back for the table in time for second breakfast. Primrose loved marigolds. The sunny ones and the rusty colored ones. They reminded her of her sister, who was named for them. Bright some mornings and sometimes a bit ( Read more... )

Young Robin had enjoyed a very busy afternoon. So many people and places and wonderful things to see!

He'd visited Mister Cupid and Mister Blair, and seen the wonderful Smiley Kitty from Bliss's party again. He picked up a ball in a field with lots of Big Folk in funny clothes, one of which chased him for a little while but probably got ( Read more... )

It wasn't often that Robin found the large round door ajar. But it was such a beautiful day, with a fine breeze blowing and a bright, clear sky. On late summer days such as this, when the first hints of autumn could be smelled on the breeze, his mother liked to open all the windows and let in the fresh air and sunlight. She didn't usually ( Read more... )

Rosie bustled about the large kitchen, setting out plates and cups and utensils. She sang as she worked, pausing to stir the contents of a pot simmering on the stove with baby Tolman comfortably balanced upon her right hip. His pudgy hands reaching for the large wooden spoon and she laughed ( Read more... )