Melisenta

      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.

      I met Dumpo, my friend, when treating some wood. He came to use the workbench for his tailoring needs, I suppose.

      I was so deep in work that wasn’t noticing him for a minute or even more. But then he was pleased to see I recognised him. And before I could bat an eyelid he presented me some new clothes he just made. I was so surprised!

      “I can make more for you in a second,” he said. “I just need to catch up on everything real quick!”

      On my way to Needlehole, bypassing the road (who needs roads, after all) and thus splashing through the very bog I spotted a strange creature. Not too strange—two arms, two legs, one head; hobbit-like one could say, even man-like, since it was much taller than me. I carefully approached and started examining.

      A stranger with a bow. The arrows swishing one by one into…goodness! I have never seen such huge slugs in my life! Disgusting things! What in Middle-earth except spiders could be worse…

      The Delving Fields are quite and peaceful. Sometimes I enjoy walking there and observing how nature lives—all these little animals and other things…

      But something was wrong this time. My first thought was that these naughty lads were up to throwing stones at coneys again. And indeed, I noticed a silhouette of a hobbit in the distance chasing after something. A coney maybe?