Alfredo arose from his bed. Today was the day of Bilbo Baggins’ big party, and there was no way he was going to miss out on it. He dressed in his best clothes and shoes, and headed out to start his day.
It was early morning: 5:00 am, a time that was most uncommon for Alfredo to wake up, but he wanted to be early for the party to avoid all the commotion of the later party-goers.
He had much time to kill, so he decided to take a walk through the Shire, to try to take in the beauty and elegance that he may have been blinded from, most likely due to the drinking he had been doing recently.
He lived in Hobbiton: a fairly crowded area of the Shire, but still quite beautiful with no machinery to be seen for kilometres.
He began his miniscule journey, taking in all the details that he had previously missed. The Shire had a certain gleam to it: rolling hills of grass, beautiful rivers streaming through valleys, and quaint little homes that seemed to belong, as if they were formed along with the surrounding landscape.
Alfredo though to himself: “How could I’ve missed this beauty b’fore? I better cut down on me drinkin’...”
He heaved a gentle smile, and continued on towards Bag End: the site of the party that day. He knew that although he would arrive early, there would still be much ruckus to pass through, so he decided to take more of a walk, wanting to explore more of the Shire.
Continuing through the vast hills, he stumbled upon something he had never seen before. Queer. It looked not unlike a piece of machinery; the kind described as vile and unruly, but it had something queer about it that he could not dismiss. As he trotted onward to try and get a better look, something peculiar happened…
Written by JD Shoniker
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