I was thinking about some of the latest events, and that’s what I came up with.
Enough, now I have to state something: I am not any kind of a Took. I am not crazy about any adventures and rushing somewhere because of a sudden urge to do so. “You must be related somehow to Tooks, huh?” the Shire-hobbits often ask me. NO. I am not a Took, you see. I don’t even know any of them.
Nor I am too obsessed by the idea of a peaceful (but monotonous!) and safe (still monotonous!) life, (now my voice is supposed to be ironic here) within the borders of the pretty-pretty Shire. Although it can be fun here, some merry evenings in a good company, you know… But oh my, not for all the life please! I will be returning to the Shire and spending a little time with my good friends here once in a while, sure. The Shire is a cosy place. But I was born in Bree-land, I am not a Shire-hobbit, I am...what I am…a true hunter! My sister is just a bit older than me, but she’s already been further away than Bree-land. What am I, worse or weaker?
Some hobbits that live now this ‘peaceful life’ may have even forgotten that a bow and arrows is a traditional hobbit weapon (maybe even invented by us, who knows! I doubt though), and we used to be among the best archers in Middle-earth…yes we did! Men and Elves do not believe us, and that is because there are those who sit in their holes for all their lives and don’t even know how a bow looks like. Shall we restore our glory after all, or what?
Oh no, no, that sounded kind of pathetic, didn’t it? I just wanted to say I feel upset when thinking that our good company of archers who fought the big war in the North is now forgotten.
Have to tell ’em all it’s rather unfair.
And no more wolf hides! I will hunt for a huge beast and bring its hide to Dumpo; then let him wonder what to do with it, ha-ha! Just imagine his face when I’ll tell him…
