Hobbiton

Fore dawn. I decided to get up early and do a bit of fishing. Upon making my way to Hobbiton, I decided to stop by the Bywater Bridge. Fishing there has always been excellent. Fishing and minding my own business, I saw a woman wander by, shortly followed by a dwarf. A bit later, a man ran by, stopping to stare at me. I thought to myself, Self, what is going on today in Hobbiton that so many outsiders should be coming through?

Dema had found lots of lost Mathoms in the last few days. The inn on the hill that smelt of sheep had many shiny items hidden between floorboards and buried in window boxes and flower beds. A rusty old key, a few shiny coins (she had polished these and placed them in the little box beneath the bar). She had also found a wonderful hat pin, again she polished it and reshaped the bent pin and placed it on the bar for it to be found. That was always the best part, when the Mathoms were found.

The Burrow Upon the Hill

A summer night in Hobbiton
Two hobbits were passing by
No visit to the Ivy Bush
No ale them stopped to buy
Them crossed the bridge with utmost care
Them tiptoed past the mill
With stealthy looks them walked towards
the burrow upon the Hill