Greenfields

There's a new hobbit in town

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There's a new hobbit in town, that town being Michel Delving, and he's looking for his sister. Have you seen her?

Home On the Green

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Poetry

Oh give me a hole or a soft, grassy knoll,

Where the fox and badgers are seen,

Where the sheep roam secure drinking water so pure,

Homeward Bounder: Part 3 (Final)

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Story

The afternoon sun was high overhead when Dogward finally approached the Woolyfoot family hobbit hole. Far from being the largest of similar holes nearby, this home had long been a bit cramped for the family of eight (Of course, that never bothered Dogward much, since he preferred to spend most of his time outside anyway).

Elyja's Journal / Entry 5 - Hidden, Secret, Mysterious

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Diary

Today was a simple day in  the Shire. A humble, unremarkable day in the month of Winterfilth  by Shire Reckoning. The  golden and red leaves of Autumn wiggle and dance in the gentle breeze. Most people would be too busy to notice a simple day like this, but I could see the signs. That special fragrance in the air, the sparkling dew drops hanging tenderly on a spider cobweb, the warm breeze blowing unusually from the east.

The Great Goblin Battle

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Poetry

The Great Goblin Battle

In early morn we started out
Through sunlit fields of crystal dew
And up ahead we heard a shout
Beyond The Shire’s tallest yew
Me uncle, auntie, cousins there
All greeting us with smiles and hugs
Their table set with silverware
The finest food, their grandest mugs

Chasing sheep

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Chasing goblin-looking sheep! Yay!

Little Lambs

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Amorey and Lina, the wee lambs

Fields of Green

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Poetry


 

Fields of Green

A veil of mist lies on the fields
Imagine all that it conceals
You peer into the foggy night
But nothing ever comes to sight
Out yonder where the fields are green

Extracts from the Diary of Ammeline Whemper

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Diary

-2nd Day of  Winterfilth 3019 -

The sun was already up when I awoke this morning, the walk to Oatbarton yesterday must have taken more out of me than I thought.

Spent the morning doing a spot of cleaning and then preparing some herbs I had left over, they were no longer fresh so I had to finely chop and then leave them in an open oven to dry them.

A Discovery in the Greenfields

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Story

As dawn was breaking Ammeline approached the outskirts of Oatbarton. The Bounder who kept watch on the road leading into Oatbarton from the Greenfields was just putting out the light in the lamp post that marked his watch post. He raised his slightly ill fitted tin helmet and Ammeline gave him a polite nod as she passed. She was on her way to the Appleby Farm as Ivy Appleby's youngest was ill with a fever. Ammeline had spent the previous evening gathering and preparing herbs.

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