So one of my friends bought me a diary as a Yule present. I was a little disappointed as I prefer presents I can eat, but it's not in the spirit of the season to be ungrateful so I suppose I should put this to good use.
Now, what to write about? Ooh I know! I met this really odd hobbit a few days back. Why was he odd I hear you ask? (you being whoever is reading my diary. If you put it back where you find it right now I'll forgive you).
Well the first thing that was odd about him was where I found him. You don't see many hobbits outside the Shire and the Bree-land and I was, well, further from home than I have ever been before on my little adventures.
The second odd thing was that he was wearing boots! Boots like a dwarf, with socks on as well. He said it was because he gets cold feet. Now I've had a lad or two tell me he is getting cold feet in my time if you get my meaning, but I think he meant it literally. He also said he came from a swamp, which might explain it as that sort of thing does nasty things to feet.
The third thing was that he didn't come from Bree or the Shire but from some place I'd never heard of, near a lot of other places I had never heard of either. I've looked at all the maps in the Mathom house since then and even one or two at Rivendell and I can't find any of these places. Far as I can tell it's somewhere the other side of the Misty Mountains if you would credit such a thing.
Anyway he was a nice young lad, bit skinny though and not too bright but. Actually that's doing the lad a disservice. Just because he didn't know nothing much about the Shire and the Thain and the Mayor and that sort of thing, that don't make him daft, he's just from somewhere forrin, and all the stuff he don't know makes me more likely to think that's true and the lad weren't pulling my leg. He were actually very quick on the uptake, specially on certain matters I may have danced around the subject of with a little innuendo or two.
In fact he seemed quite eager once he got the hang of what I was trying to say. But then I remembered what happened with that other lad, what was his name? oh and the one before that with the nice hat, and the one what gave my my nice pendant but didn't seem to want much to do with what I had in mind as a thank you. So don't be too eager I told myself or you'll come across as desperate. Desperate maybe being what I am I suppose, I don't want to be the spinster of the village after all, but I done scared a few lads off before now by being a little too forward.
So no, I gave the lad a little encouragement and maybe just a tiny kiss, on the cheek mind you, and let him know that given a month or four I might be persuaded to let him ask me to the May dance if he keeps his nose clean. I mean the lad's a thin streak of nothing, lean as a whippet but I can change that with a few good proper meals a day. Maybe i should make him breakfas... no I'll scare the poor lad off. What he is that I don't see much off in a lad is adventurous, I might be so bold as to say brave. He's sort of a Kindred spirit, lookin for new horizons and not afraid of a few nights or roughing it on the way there. Who cares if he don't know his letters or his table manners, and he don't have two pennies to rub together. In fact I think he's barely house trained. I'm sure the neighbours look down at me already though so it won't be any worse than it is now.
Anyway what I'm saying is the lad might have turned my head and if he plays his cards right his luck may be in, at least I hope he plays his cards right anyway.
