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Baldawin

Baldawin "Baldo" Boggs-Bolger

Name Baldawin
Status
Active
Occupation
Gentlehobbit farmer
Age
Recently came of age
Race
Hobbit
Residence
The Marish
Kinship
Outward Appearance

Mr Baldawin Boggs-Bolger is a hobbit of above average height, measuring 3 feet and 7 inches, and above average girth. His face is lit up by two round ruddy cheeks, some subtle freckles here and there, and a pair of friendly brown eyes. Unlike his late grandfather on his mother's side, he has no down on his chin. His curly hair is of chestnut hue, but uncombed.

 

He mostly comes dressed in admirable gentlehobbit garbs. Nothing too adorned, but definitely clean and made of finer fabrics than one would attribute to a farmer. When he goes out truffle hunting or when he attends feasts where finer attire is much appreciated, he wears a feathered cap – which is why he's sometimes mistaken for a bounder.

 

In muddy weather, Baldo wears dwarf boots – something common in the Marish, but found queer in other parts of the Shire. His pair of boots was actually given to him by a travelling dwarf minstrel named Nyr who he met at the Golden Perch in Stock. While as a rule dwarves say little and hobbits ask no more, Baldo is known to be an exception in that regard.

Background

༄ Of Fallohides and Stoors ༄ 

Baldawin "Baldo" Boggs-Bolger is the only son of Adalbald Bolger and Amarilla Boggs. Through his father, he is descended down a long line of well-to-do Fallohides who have ever lived and farmed north of the Water in the Eastfarthing of the Shire. Baldawin's grandfather Balderic Bolger married Begonia of the Tooks. Through this marriage he attained the necessary wealth to buy land around Budgeford, on which he built several hobbit holes for renting. When Balderic died, Adalbald came into his inheritance and became the new landlord.

But Adalbald was less known for being a respectable landowner and more for being a notorious glutton. Whenever the Messenger Service was in need of voluntary postmen, he would be the first to volunteer. He would invite himself into people's homes while delivering their mail and coax them into sharing anything from their pantry. Some hobbits went as far as to put locks on their doors just to keep Adalbald out.

This same notorious behaviour eventually brought Amarilla, Baldawin's mother, onto his path. He met her at a farmer's market in Stock while visiting the Golden Perch for a beer - yes, he was no stranger to walking miles just for a pint of ale. Amarilla was selling her parents' produce at a stand when he came strolling over. It is said that he fell for her mushrooms first and courted her after just so he could get his greedy hands on more.

Amarilla Boggs – bless her – is much less voracious when it comes to the dinner table. She hails from a more prudent family who live in the Marish, not far south from Stock and about 3 miles West from the Causeway. She is the daughter of Eladac Boggs and Anemonia Mirecott, two hard-working farmers from Stoor ancestors. They live a quiet life in their hedge-enclosed farm, growing mushrooms, turnips, and blackberries. While not quite as well-to-do as the Bolgers, they are nonetheless a respected bunch, or at least in the Marish. Folk north of the Water think them queer. 

Adalbald's own parents were not at all amused with the prospects of seeing their son taking up with someone from the Marish. But Adalbald could not be swayed, and whether it was the promise of endless servings of mushrooms or seeing fair Amarilla again, he eventually took it upon himself to move across the Water and settle in the Marish. He had spent a good sum on a cottage located on the northern end of that land, not far south to a bend of the Stockbrook river. Here he decided to start his own family.

Adalbald and Amarilla married in the summer of 1384 in Shire-reckoning. Less than one year later on May 4, S.R. 1385, Baldawin was born.

 

༄ A Curious Hobbit ༄ 

Unlike most Bolgers, Baldawin, or Baldo for short, is uncommonly curious. Some would say it is due to "that Stoorish blood of his". Most of the Bolgers felt like folk south of the river were queer and Baldo seemed to them no different. Others would argue that he is simply "cracked like his father." Though he has not yet become such a glutton as his old gaffer. More knowledgeable gentlehobbits would attribute it to his Tookish descent through his grandmother Begonia. Tooks are quite adventurous after all.

Despite his oddities, Baldo makes friends easily, both North and South of the Water. He is also no stranger when it comes to talking to foreigners like dwarves. And he has even met Elves in the woods as they passed on their way to the Havens in the West. He loves to listen to their stories and songs, even if he is incapable of truly comprehending them. It is this same curiosity that has left him with an obsession over Mad Baggins from Bag End. Ever since the old fool's remarkable dissappearance during his birthday party, Baldo has been pondering what actually happened to him. His father tells him plainly not to concern himself with such outlandish affairs. "It's that old conjurer Gandalf. He's always up to no good. Hobbits have no business taking up with the big folk. So don't you go gallivanting where you see that pointy hat of his appear, Baldawin. Or he'll make you dissappear too!"

As Baldo recently came of age and his grandfather Eladac Boggs, the head of the Boggs family, died before producing a male heir, hobbit custom has it that he, being the eldest son of the eldest daughter, is now Eladac's rightful heir. In such cases, hobbit custom also dictates that the heir carries both the name of his mother as well as his father. Hence, Baldo is the first of the Boggs-Bolger line and will inherit not only his father's land north of the Water, but also the Boggs' farm estate in the Marish. Yet despite his undeniable heritage and wealth, Baldo is still considered an outsider of less prestige among the Bolgers.

 

༄ Of Truffles and Troubles ༄ 

While Baldo needs not work the field to earn a livelihood, he takes great delight in farming nonetheless, though he approaches it somewhat whimsically. When he's not trying to grow the largest gourd or breeding the fairest chicken of them all, he's building a hay bale maze to amuse tweens or teaching tricks to a pig. Only when it comes to growing mushrooms is he completely unwavering, ever hoping to outdo the renowned mushrooms of Farmer Maggot who lives down south in Bamfurlong. He also goes out truffle hunting in the Woody End with his trusty hound Snuffles who functions as much as a truffle-seeker as well as a guard dog – though he does neither very well.

It must be said that Baldo is not without care. For all who live in the Marish learn to be more wary than their in-land relations. It is for this reason that Baldo relies on a hound for a companion and why the fields of his estate are fenced and surrounded by a thick hawthorn hedge that turns white in spring and red in autumn. The ditches dug about his fields are also thick with brambles, serving not only to hinder trespassers but also to furnish Baldo with blackberries, of which he is exceedingly fond at elevenses.

"Trouble gives no notice before supper", old Eladac always warned. For the Boggses and Mirecotts of whom Baldo descends on his mother's side, remember well the Fell Winter of 1311 when white wolves crossed the frozen Brandywine. Among their store of mathoms are still to be found old weapons that saw use in those times, including a club Baldo has now inherited from his great-grandfather Adalric Boggs. Baldo grew up on the stories of his great grandfather who smote a great white wolf with one stroke of his club while carrying a torch in the other. It is a figure that has left a profound impression on Baldo.

 

Friends
Relatives
Rivals/Enemies
Loves
Food
Hates
Hard work
Motivation
To live a quiet and peaceful life. But also to discover the fate of Mad Baggins.
Quotes
"Begging your pardon!", "You'll never plow a field turning it over in your mind.", "Short cuts make long delays."

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