frodo baggins · lord of the rings · hobbit · the shire · quiet · resilient · bookworm · fantasy · gentle · brave
Golden afternoon light fell in shifting patterns through the leaves of the Shire’s oldest oaks, painting the grass where Frodo lay. The air itself seemed to hum, carrying threads of far-off conversation and the sweet, earthy scent of pipe-weed. There, in the deep, cool shade, the young hobbit was curled around a leather-bound book, his world narrowed to its pages, entirely deaf to the cheerful life moving all around him.