Around 11:15
Dimple wandered back inside with an empty pail that she had used to carry the
unwanted leftovers out to their already fat pigs. Dimple set bucket by the door
and went to the kitchen to see how was doing with washing the forks and the
spoons from breakfast, he was apparently done, well for the most part he still
had one spoon in the soapy water that he was playing with. It must have been a
very talented spoon, or perhaps it was just baby Mo who was talented. The spoon
was doing all sorts of brilliant tricks in the big washbasin. Moro had it doing
spins, flips, and even amazing dives from the stack of already washed dishes.
Dimple smiled the collapsed in a chair to rest her feet, just then a knock came
from the door, then the hinges creaked. Dimple froze. She saw in her mind that
big awful lizard sneaking its way into their house. She heard a “thump, thump” of feet on the wood floor
and sighed with relief. May Millstone walked into the kitchen most cheerily,
cheeks rosy for some unknown reason. (Dimple supposed her mother’s merriment was
caused probably something funny she had heard or maybe she had a swallow of
good ale.) May smiled at her
seven-year-old playing in the sink and then turned to Dimple flopped in the
chair. “Did he wash those dishes?” May asked teasingly “and I suppose he cooked
breakfast too!” Dimple laughed at her mother’s want-to-be-jokes and smiled “no
mother I cooked breakfast with his help.” Dimple tried to avoid a yawn that was
trying to escape “and --*yawn* we both cleaned up too.” May Pulled Moro off the
chair that he was standing on by the sink and spun him around very playfully,
“Well done Dimple I am pleased by you and your brother’s good behaviour while I
was gone.” May set the little giggling Moro down and then continued. “You Miss.
Dimple have the rest of the day free from your chores! You are free to do
whatever you please so long as you are a very good lass, got it?” Dimple’s eyes
got wide and she smiled really big, dimples showing. “Mother! Are you serious?
No chores? Whatever I want to do?” May thought for a moment then nodded “yes
Dimple free of household responsibility. Just be good!” Dimple jumped up and did an almost jig. Then
hugged her mother tight and darted to her room to get her shawl. Today was a
day to spend with her best friends, Rosa and Valliserrire.
*
The lively
red head ran up the road as quick as she could towards Hobbiton where her best
friend of all time lived, Rosa Fairbairn. For those of you who have never had
the pleasure of running merrily from Bywater to Hobbiton I have the greatest
pity. It a long walk there, but on mornings such as these a run up to Hobbiton
is the best way to cheer one up and make ones blood start moving. Dimple just
loved that run, the air had a wonderful spring breeze in it and the road was
not dusty at all. Altogether, it was a glorious morning for a happy Halfling.
Dimple ran as quickly as she could, a day like this one should never be wasted
walking alone. Dimple had passed the Bywater Pool in no time and was going as
fast as she could to get to the fork in the road. But something stopped her. It
was the big lizard again, only this time its size seemed to be much larger and
its scales even whiter. The “lizard” was sitting under a tree a little way off
the road on a rather tallish rise. Dimple froze it was looking her way, her
eyes darted left and right, trying to find something to hide under or behind,
aha! There it was a little bramble of blackberry vines sat off to her left
rather close to the road. She ran for it and hid behind it away from the white
face that peered at her from the hill. The petrified Dimple hardly even noticed
the scratches she was getting from hugging a little too close to the bristly
bush. ”Miss. Millstone your games weary me.” Dimple rolled her eyes and let her
shoulders droop, today was not a day for correction! She was not going to have
her day ruined by a stuck up, big bottom, scaly and nasty, lizard. Dimple stood
up and darted back towards the road, but accidently stepped on a thorn,
flinched in pain, and limped to the road where she could sit and pull it out.
Starfell during This was still under the squatty little tree, on a hill off
closer to Hobbiton, he laughed at Dimple’s little misfortune. She is such a silly lass, not a worry in the
world. I hate to ruin it for her. Dimple got up and stood right In the
middle of the road arms akimbo, facing the small white dragon on the hill.
“Well Mr Lizard, Starfails thingy. What do you want with me again?” the ‘big
lizard’ gave and exasperated sigh and stared at the bold and annoying young
Millstone. Miss. Millstone have you
forgotten all ready? Dimple answered quite loudly “no! it is just that you
have yet to tell me what you are up to!” Miss.
Millstone! You would not listen to me last night. Dimple just shrugged and
said again, to Starfell in an irritated tone “You would not tell me!”
Imagine coming up the road and
seeing a very smart looking redheaded hobbit standing right in your path
yelling at no one visible with her hands on her hips. Then imagine you just so
happen to know of that girl. This was the young Brandy buck’s situation ad he
came up the road on a little black pony his uncle gave him, Gregory Brandybuck
was his name.
Dimple stopped talking to Starfell
when she heard the “clip clop” of hooves behind her. Oh lackaday! She thought most upset to herself. I do hope that is not farmer—.She had
not time enough to finish her thought. Because a very handsome young Halfling
just rode up beside her on a black short pony.
“Ello lass!” He said very politely.
Dimple smiled a cheery un-certain smile. “Hello.” She said quietly. Dimple was
not used to talking to handsome young hobbits, so she found herself blushing
almost immediately. This did not slow the cheery bright spirited Brandybuck any
though. He slid off his pony right beside Dimple and did a clumsy but adorable
bow. “And who do I have the pleasure of addressin?” he asked his dark brown
curls swaying in the warm breeze. Dimple found herself quite speechless for the
first time in her life. She curtsied though and said most quietly “I am Dimple
Millstone sir.” Gregory smirked, a lovely smirk and laughed while he spoke to
Dimple. “first missy! I am not a sir yet. *laughing* and secondly.” He had to
pause because he was laughing too hard to speak. Dimple frowned, “Secondly!” he
began again. “I should have guessed who you were Miss. Millstone!” Dimple frown
turned into a look of surprised curiosity. “Why should you have known?” The
handsome hobbit laughed again, only harder this time. Dimple waited, and waited
and waited, until finally the laughter abated and he spoke while gasping for
air with tears of mirth coming down his cheeks. “Why! Quite easy! Your
neighbour, you know, the mean farmer looking person with the apple orchards. He
was complainin about a red-eaded pest comin and stealin his apples blossoms! He
said, once he got his hands on the lass who did it, there’d be no escapin!”
Dimple looked guiltily down at her hand where she held a little handful of
apple blossoms for Rosa. She stuffed them behind her back quickly and turned to
the lad. “Oh did he now?” She asked in as innocent a tone as she could muster.
Gregory Smirked larger “Why yes he did! And then he grabbed his pitchfork and
started head up the path this a-way.” Dimple’s eyes grew large, “then what are
we waiting for!” she exclaimed hysterically “He’ll kill me I’m sure!” Gregory
mounted his little pony and helped Dimple to climb on behind him. “Ivy’ll get
us out of this problem won’t ye girl!” the pony just stood there until Gregory
clicked his tongue and off they went, probably slower than they would have had
Dimple just ran. But this allowed for some good conversation time. Dimple
started it. “So what’s your name si—“
The lad laughed,” stop that missy! I
am not an old person! No fair callin me sir, gots it? And my names Gregory,
Gregory Brandybuck!”
Dimple found herself all the sudden
overly pleased, A Brandybuck? Oh now I
can certainly have fun today! The question she asked next was rather silly
but when making a new acquaintance one often asks it. “Where are you from
Gregory?”
The cheerful lad laughed and pointed
over his shoulder with his thumb. “Buckland, o’ course missy, Brandyhall to be
exact!”
Dimple Smiled at her silly question,
“Oh really I never would have guessed!” This sent the very amusable boy into
another fit of hilarity. Dimple was glad she had met a new friend although he
seemed to have a seriously bad case of the giggles.
*
During their ride to Hobbiton Dimple
and Gregory had plenty of time to become well acquainted with one another,
Gregory was thirty-five and he lived with his Aunt and Uncle in Buckland in the
lovely Brandyhall. He was a very good Brandybuck not terribly prone to trouble.
His Aunt considered him a very capable, brilliant, gentle-hobbit. In addition
to that, his Uncle thought him the handsomest Brandybuck of all the present
young Brandybucks. Gregory himself did not think that he was any different from
any other Brandybuck. (This is more than likely true,) Dimple looked the
fetching Bucklander over. He was very dashing and very compassionate. She found
that she rather liked him. That is not at all uncommon for Dimple mind you; she
is a terrible young rogue she enjoys pointing out to her friend Rosa all the
delightful and spirited young lads trying to make the pretty Halfling blush.
Dimple noted Gregory as another one she would have to point out to her dear
friend. Gregory found Dimple very entertaining, her trouble making schemes he
found were brilliant although they often failed and he found her quite
hilarious for most other conversations. All around, they were both very silly
and enjoyed being so. They finally came up on a fork in the road were their
paths parted. For Gregory was headed to Little Delving to visit a very good
friend, and Dimple was just going to Rosa’s home, which was located on Bagshot
Row, rather close indeed to Bagend itself. Gregory stopped his lovely pony Ivy
and climbed down to help Dimple Dismount. They said their farewells and Dimple
went skipping along the road to the little hole of the small family of the
Fairbairns. Dimple arrived at the round door and knocked cheerful little rhythm
on their round pink-ish red door. She waited, and waited, and continued to wait
for about a minute. This made Dimple worry, was something wrong? Just then as
if on cue the door opened. There stood the lovely blond Fairbairn, Rosa. She
looked a little frazzled and out of breath. Dimple smiled, “hello missy!” she
said giggling Rosa smiled back “Oh Dimple! It has been nearly a week since I have
seen you! Do come in, and don’t mind my cousin…” Dimple looked questioningly at
her friend then saw the little lass standing behind her. She was not much
smaller than Rosa was and she looked so much sassier than her sweet cousin Rosa
did. The little lass did a little curtsy and then darted off calling behind
her. “Now Rosa what did your mother say about letting strange people in?” Rosa
huffed, “Not strange people!” she called back, “strangers! And Dimple’s not a
stranger.” The little hobbit stood with her hands on her hips at the end of the
foyer “well! She’s stranger than the last person you let in!” Rosa turned
bright red but bit her tongue at the little rascal’s remark. Dimple giggled
again, “So this is the little girl you told me about? Little miss.
Orangeblossom I believe was her name.” Rosa turned back towards Dimple trying
her hardest to smile but to no avail. “Yes that’s Orangeblossom. You know, she
would not bother half me as much if she were not so full of those unpleasant
remarks! She is a spider I say!” Dimple hugged Rosa and then laughed. “You
should really have a little brother.” Rosa broke away from the friendly little
hug and stood with her eyes wide staring at Dimple “Oh no! Not a little
brother, if they are anything like that, they must be terrible!” Dimple laugh
heartily “oh they are not all so bad, as long as they help you with the
dishes.” Rosa threw a hand on her forehead, “Oh Dimple! My cousin is the least
of my worries! Mum and dad went off to Nobottle for a good two weeks! Not only
that, Mum has left me the longest list ever of things to do in the house while
they are gone! It seems though that I may never get to it for I have to cook,
clean, and watch the little fiend at the same time!” Dimple felt some serious
Sympathy for her poor friend, watching that little scoundrel would be enough to
keep anyone busy. Dimple suddenly had a brilliant plan. She addressed the
forlorn Rosa in a very matter of fact way. “So is Orangeblossom the problem? I
can deal with her! What do you say we---“
*
Orangeblossom Fairbairn found
herself stuck with a redheaded girl roaming around Hobbiton looking for someone
who would watch her. They had yet to find anyone to do it. “Let my hand go
Miss. Millstone! It hurts!” Dimple just glared at the youngster, “I am hardly
holding it! If you did not squirm so it would not hurt at all!” Orangeblossom
stuck out a very pouty lip and whimpered. Dimple stopped. “Blossom, I need you
to be good just for a few more minutes! I am trying to see if we can find you a
playmate for the afternoon!” ‘Blossom’ smiled mischievously “Well Miss.
Millstone, I know someone who I could play with!” Dimple smiled and answered
happily “Oh you do? Who are talking about?” Orangeblossom answered very shrilly
and in her best manners. “Why, Mr Durrey!” Dimple frowned. Then sighed, “Are
you absolutely out of your mind? Mr Durrey Took? Impossible! He is a terrible
young man!” Blossom pointed to a lad covered in mud trying to convince another
chap to be on his mud fighting team. “Please! Miss. Dimple I will be a good
girl, I promise! Dimple shrugged. “Oh alright, just try not to get too muddy.”
Orangeblossom the naughty little girl darted off merrily to see about helping
Durrey and the other three boys make a barricade of mud and grass so they could
have a whole mud war. Dimple was disgusted at Durrey he was a full-grown
hobbit! Yet he still had mud fights with the little boys! Dimple knew she would
never do that sort of thing when she was grown. The Halfling turned around and
traipsed quickly back to Rosa’s house. Where she knew what awaited a list a
mile long and a friend in need of help.
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