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~ Scarlet’s P.O.V. ~
I haven’t seen my cousin Bilbo Baggins in a long time, so I figured it was time for a visit.
We had always been close, ever since we were young hobbits running through the forest in search of Elves. I had always wanted to find the Elves, and inquire of my father.
I’m not fully a Hobbit. My mother was an adventurous young woman at one point, and had run into an elf man at Everglade. And that’s where I had come in. She came back to The Shire, and that’s where my story started.
When you look at me from a far distance I may look like a hobbit, but up close the differences are clear. I am not as big-boned as my relatives. My hair is wavy to the point of lose curls, and it’s a lighter brown than my mothers had been. I am quite slim for a hobbit, but that doesn’t mean I am any less strong that the others. To tell you the truth I may be a little stronger than most!
People always said that I had the brightest Emerald Green eyes anyone had ever seen in the land of The Shire. People have told me stories of where I had gotten my emerald colored eyes. Some say that I had gotten them from a high king, but the thing is no one ever told me which one they were talking about.
* A little bit of a backstory! *
I wear a bracelet made of the metal that was used to create the dagger my older brother had given to me when I was a young girl. I had it molded into a dragon’s claw, because when I was little; when I asked where our father was; my brother told me stories about how he went of to war against a fire-breathing dragon. When I asked why he hadn’t come home yet, all they told me was that our father was a hero and that he will always be in our hearts. They never gave me a straight answer, but I never let go of the fact that my father could have been a hero. People ask me why I wear such a bracelet, and I told them. I wear it because it stands for more than people assume. I wear it because when I look at every day it reminds me of the promise I made my brother when I was still old enough to keep that promise. No one understood me at all. When I would pass them on my way home on some evenings all they did was point, whisper, and either glair at me or burst out laughing. I never really understood the reasoning behind the things they did, but now that I’m older I understand why. The ones that were to glair at me were the ones that despised dragons, and the story of Erebor, The Lonely Mountain. The ones that laughed, well they just laughed because they simply didn’t like me and they were trying to drive me away. Others told me the story, but I didn’t want to believe that the Elves would abandon the people of Dale and Erebor. So I decided not to listen.
Others called my bracelet just a piece of metal, metal that had no purpose, but to me it was only thing left of my home, and my family. My brother gave me the dagger he had gotten from my father, and said, ‘Take this as a memory of everything our family has been through, the ups and the downs, and every time you think your alone or think that your life is not worth living, look at this piece and tell yourself to keep fighting! Can you promise me that you will always fight no matter what, and promise me if and when the time comes and you fall in love, make sure you know who they truly are before you fall to hard for the one lucky enough to catch your eye!’ He told me that, and to this day I have always kept my promise to him; thus is why I never had any relationships or friendships for that matter.
I only had one friend as I was growing up; well he was more like a father figure in the absence of my true father! He taught me a lot about the world, he told me if I ever had the chance to go on an adventure I should jump at the opportunity! He knew my backstory, and he still cared about me and taught me how to be the best person I could be coming out of a bad situation. One that happened so long ago now!
People asked me what a home meant to me; well I was still trying to decide that! I felt I never had a home since mine was taken from me at a young age in a way you wouldn’t wish on your enemy! To me, homes came with a price and for me they never ended well, but that’s a whole story on It’s own! Why am I saying all of this, well I wanted you to know the truth about me, and the reasoning behind my choices that I’ve made and have yet to make!
* End of Backstory *
I’m a little older than I was when I couldn’t decide what a home was, but I think I finally figured it out! To me home was with the ones you loved, but I never had any to call my family except Bilbo, who I rarely visited. I had been traveling for so long I missed having someone to talk to and care for. I’ve been missing the feeling of home for god knows how long. And I will not let that feeling take over me now!
I made sure I had all my things ready, and I headed for Bag End to the only thing close to family I have left; if he’ll have me. I hope he’s still the adventurous hobbit he always was, because if he isn’t I’ll have to remind him of all the fun we had as small kids!
I haven’t seen my cousin Bilbo Baggins in a long time, so I figured it was time for a visit.
We had always been close, ever since we were young hobbits running through the forest in search of Elves. I had always wanted to find the Elves, and inquire of my father.
I’m not fully a Hobbit. My mother was an adventurous young woman at one point, and had run into an elf man at Everglade. And that’s where I had come in. She came back to The Shire, and that’s where my story started.
When you look at me from a far distance I may look like a hobbit, but up close the differences are clear. I am not as big-boned as my relatives. My hair is wavy to the point of lose curls, and it’s a lighter brown than my mothers had been. I am quite slim for a hobbit, but that doesn’t mean I am any less strong that the others. To tell you the truth I may be a little stronger than most!
People always said that I had the brightest Emerald Green eyes anyone had ever seen in the land of The Shire. People have told me stories of where I had gotten my emerald colored eyes. Some say that I had gotten them from a high king, but the thing is no one ever told me which one they were talking about.
* A little bit of a backstory! *
I wear a bracelet made of the metal that was used to create the dagger my older brother had given to me when I was a young girl. I had it molded into a dragon’s claw, because when I was little; when I asked where our father was; my brother told me stories about how he went of to war against a fire-breathing dragon. When I asked why he hadn’t come home yet, all they told me was that our father was a hero and that he will always be in our hearts. They never gave me a straight answer, but I never let go of the fact that my father could have been a hero. People ask me why I wear such a bracelet, and I told them. I wear it because it stands for more than people assume. I wear it because when I look at every day it reminds me of the promise I made my brother when I was still old enough to keep that promise. No one understood me at all. When I would pass them on my way home on some evenings all they did was point, whisper, and either glair at me or burst out laughing. I never really understood the reasoning behind the things they did, but now that I’m older I understand why. The ones that were to glair at me were the ones that despised dragons, and the story of Erebor, The Lonely Mountain. The ones that laughed, well they just laughed because they simply didn’t like me and they were trying to drive me away. Others told me the story, but I didn’t want to believe that the Elves would abandon the people of Dale and Erebor. So I decided not to listen.
Others called my bracelet just a piece of metal, metal that had no purpose, but to me it was only thing left of my home, and my family. My brother gave me the dagger he had gotten from my father, and said, ‘Take this as a memory of everything our family has been through, the ups and the downs, and every time you think your alone or think that your life is not worth living, look at this piece and tell yourself to keep fighting! Can you promise me that you will always fight no matter what, and promise me if and when the time comes and you fall in love, make sure you know who they truly are before you fall to hard for the one lucky enough to catch your eye!’ He told me that, and to this day I have always kept my promise to him; thus is why I never had any relationships or friendships for that matter.
I only had one friend as I was growing up; well he was more like a father figure in the absence of my true father! He taught me a lot about the world, he told me if I ever had the chance to go on an adventure I should jump at the opportunity! He knew my backstory, and he still cared about me and taught me how to be the best person I could be coming out of a bad situation. One that happened so long ago now!
People asked me what a home meant to me; well I was still trying to decide that! I felt I never had a home since mine was taken from me at a young age in a way you wouldn’t wish on your enemy! To me, homes came with a price and for me they never ended well, but that’s a whole story on It’s own! Why am I saying all of this, well I wanted you to know the truth about me, and the reasoning behind my choices that I’ve made and have yet to make!
* End of Backstory *
I’m a little older than I was when I couldn’t decide what a home was, but I think I finally figured it out! To me home was with the ones you loved, but I never had any to call my family except Bilbo, who I rarely visited. I had been traveling for so long I missed having someone to talk to and care for. I’ve been missing the feeling of home for god knows how long. And I will not let that feeling take over me now!
I made sure I had all my things ready, and I headed for Bag End to the only thing close to family I have left; if he’ll have me. I hope he’s still the adventurous hobbit he always was, because if he isn’t I’ll have to remind him of all the fun we had as small kids!