A life of farming, cooking and singing within the verdant grassy knolls of the Shire was all a hobbit could ask for.  And Callylillie was happy enough raising her prized apples or singing at Michel Delving every week.  But the routine of it all or perhaps the whisperings of her sister in her ear pulled her feet to wander elsewhere.  

Most of Cally’s friends at least were polite and perhaps genuinely worried the kind and slightly gullible hobbit was risking life and limb upon one of Mollys adventures, but Cally knew it was impossible for Molly to do anything to harm her.  

To those not aware, her sister had a somewhat nefarious penchant for “borrowing” things. To say the two sisters were alike was nothing close to the truth except for one thing. Cally dreamed... BIG. She longed for glimpses of the world like her grand uncles Samwise and Pippin had seen and knowing for certain she could not go alone, let Molly drag her on adventures.  Some were simple and nearby, but as the sisters grew in age; they were nigh on elventy-nine, in fact, well past the age Mr. Bilbo was when he set out to Lonely Mountain with Thorin’s company. 

Cally could have made a name for herself in the Shire, with her unusual songs, or by raising prized apples or baking score of pie that rivaled any baker in Hobbiton, but something drew her to follow her braver and cagey sister. It was her love for her. The wider world beckoned, and they were, after all of adventuring hobbit blood.  

She only had to look at some of the things Molly had found so far to know this. A ruby handled stir spoon was the nicest of these and she kept it firmly inside a velvet bag she wore at her belt. It and the “secret” fertilizer and types of flowers to plant near her trees scrap of paper afforded her with prized apples and she was not about the share that! There was also a red box, it’s top carved and painted red, that Molly found in a dusty old barn in the village of Oakbarton. 

After all her sister also needed minding because she ran headlong into danger and Cally was certain she helped her to not go too far, at least she hoped so. Never mind the odd looks Lobelia and Holly gave them as they passed but. She could hear the whispers and did not like it one whit. She was after all living her dreams, and spending time with her sister, it was hard sometime to not the tales she would tell at Green Dragon or perhaps the horde of treasure they would find. After all the Shire and a time for settling down were just far away in the future.