HOBBIT TALES

General Hobbit Description. About 3 ft tall, more or less, short legs, slightly pointed ears, furry feet with leathery soles resulting in mostly never wearing shoes. Girls & women wore a corset over a simple blouse, a swishy skirt, apron when working, cloak when adventuring. No headwear, just dark curls. World Wide Web – Hobbit/Description Note from Author: Fawn’s head was still woozy with the ‘sleepy syrup’ the human child had given her and she regretted her abrupt words to her Da. But when Topher asked for Hobbit Hospitality at Fawn’s Home, Fawn refused, saying, “Da, I need my very own Home, my very own adventures, freedom to make my very own mistakes.” “Oh, aye,’ said Da..’’Seems another Tween called Topher said the same thing once. I’d like permission to visit, though.” “In time,” said Fawn. “We’ll know the right time.” ‘Would the right time be when your larder is empty, Child?’ Topher looked closely at Fawn’s lips which were trembling oh so slightly, a sure sign a Tween is skirting very near to telling a fib. ‘Oh, Da, I’ll be fine, not to worry yourself.’ While a worried Topher returned to Hobbiton alone, Fawn returned to her Home Hole and found the one book she’d managed to bring with her, settled herself and began reading an ancient Hobbit tome about Bilbo’s adventures called ’There and Back Again.’ It was that book which awakened the need for learning new things that every Tween discovered sooner or later. Though her empty belly rumbled, excitement filled that tummy hole. For now. Hobbit Tweens memorize the Bilbo Baggins story for he is a legend in Hobbit lore and his story is considered the pinnacle of Adventure for Hobbits to aspire to. Each Hobbit Tween imagined themself in Bilbo’s shoes, albeit a different adventure from Bilbo’s One Ring. Some hobbit lads and lasses saw their adventure starting and ending in a Hobbit Hole, often that of their momma and da-da. And, for them, that was enough. But a few, like Fawn, were both admired and criticized for their tendency to come very close to breaking Hobbit norms. Ah, well, didn’t Bilbo experience some misunderstanding about his quest, too? Besides Bilblo’s story, Fawn also knew the tale of a not so long-ago Tween lassie, name of Bellbottom, who left her Home to venture out on her own. Trouble is, no one knew what had happened to her. She just disappeared. Fawn had her doubts about that story. She knew she’d be scoffed at if she told that she knew that Bellbottom’s adventure just began with her disappearance. She knew that, for sure, because of a recurrent dream where Bellbottom invited Fawn into her story. Though Fawn had so far refused Bellbottom’s invitation in favor of wanting her own adventure, she wished she could share a meal with Bellbottom and listen to her story. But present needs first. Tween hunger is nothing to take lightly. It is like a crying infant who insists on being plugged into food, NOW! . And that hunger was mightily affecting Fawn just now. ‘Foolish, Foolish Fawn,’ she stomped around her nearly empty larder. ‘A Tween needs to eat six meals a day, seven when she can, and what have I et today? Shrooms, lots of shrooms! Not enough for a hungry, growing Tween!’ Later, after tantrumming for awhile, Fawn mixed a batch of Dwarf Dough, setting it in the sun to rise. But how was she to fill her empty larder? Return to her former Home Hole and beg for food? ‘Out of the question!’ fumed Fawn. ‘Not gonna happen!’ She recognized there was no other possibility - unless - no, no, not the Big Folk! But then again, hunger has a logic all its own so why not the small human one. Fawn considered this thread of thought - perhaps the small one felt a wee bit guilty after capturing her; perhaps he’d like to make amends? The beginning of a huge Hobbit Tween grin lifted itself despite impending starvation. ‘I’ll find him - he looks well-fed, probably a foot or more taller than me and surely he knows where to get food. And I’m sure he’ll be moved by my ‘poor little me’ stuff.’ Finding the human child was relatively easy. Fawn’s new Home Hole was on the same side of the Ark River as the Village of Riverton. Twas a short walk to the village, a moment to adjust her Disappearing Art and she was off. She found the child running about with other children; he seemed too dazed to respond when she appeared from nowhere beyond saying, ‘What in blazes!’ then hurried after her. ‘Stay close until we get deeper in the woods,.’ Fawn said. The poor boy was too flummoxed to protest. At least just then.