Today I did meet a rather strange individual. I was a serving the good folk of Bree at my stall in the Market square when I did 'ear a small soft voice say “Ahem Miss? May I 'ave a moment o' your time?”
I looked all around but could see no one there, til I looked down at the ringleted head in front of me.
The curly haired lass looked up, and I was surprised to see tiny hobbit, dressed in a rich green and gold traveling cloak which she held tightly about her.
I smiled kindly down and answered.. “well good day young mistress 'obbit, wha' can I do fer you today?”
She giggled a little in return, took the large leather satchel ,(she was wearing on her shoulder),and opening it said. “No Miss tis “what I can do fer you!” and proceeded to take out small rounds of cheese! Each one carefully wrapped in baking parchment, and placed them on the stall in front of me.
Well now little mistress hobbit what 'ave you there?”
The Hobbit inclined her purty 'ead and introduced herself as “Blubele of the shire”, she told me she 'ha' travelled a long way to meet with folk such as me self and offer them some of her families cheeses!
I were thrilled, I is always on the lookout fer new and unusual things for me stall.Reaching up (on tippy toes) Mistress Blubele tenderly unwrapped the cheeses in front of me.
An' wha' a treat! There were some I'd tried afore, Like Bree Brie and the mild but creamy 'Timerton vale'
there were the tangy but wholesome 'Shire blue'.
But then she opened others that I had not heard of. Like the flowery 'stock scented' and the stinky but solid 'ole musty' tha' last one near made me eyes water to smell 'un.
I wer' so impressed I dun teld the little hobbity lass to bring me a wheel o each of them afore the next market and not to be tardy
Full o smiles she nodded, licked a pencil, which she took from her cloak and jotted me order down. Her ringlets shook as she whipped her head around. “Yes, yes o' course Miss, as soon as I get back to the shire. And thank you again mistress” she said, her head bobbing as she skipped excitedly away from my stall.
“Wait there young Blubele you don't know me name! Tis Rynwyn, Rynnie Milkweed”. I shouted after 'er. She just smiled and writin it down she skipped off, “ Good Day to you Mistrss Rynwyn, I must away, I'm meeting a deer friend of mine down by the stables soon. Thank you again mistress, see you soon. An' I watched her skip along chuckling to meself.
