The Dangerous Adventures (Semi-Open)

[sparrow]

(Yeah, can I have a recap too?)

[Sparrow <3]

( Recap too! )

[Lance Corporal]

(Everyone is at Bag End resting so.. yeah have your charries do something relaxing XD)

[pappuppy]

> > Habristiel Took
Habristiel was too lost in her own world to truly understand that Bilbo and she were sharing a moment. As she stroked the leaves, the fact that he was watching intently had completely left her mind, and let her slip into a more bizzare thinking process. Very un-hobbit like if anyone asked her, and Habristiel was perfectly fine with that. When Bilbo showed interest, she answered him in an extremely eager tone,"It's past the river in the Forest, near a very unusual marshy patch. It seems to like cold, damp soil. It's hard to find because the animals often take it when they can, but I've yet to see why."

Her eyes sparkled in her heightened interest before she heard Bilbo compliment her rambles. She was cut short and wasn't sure what to think, her eyes lowered before lifting up to meet his. He was smiling, and the way he looked at her made her feel weak. Habristiel knew that she didn't have to be strong around Bilbo. But she couldn't let him worry over her, and he wouldn't have to if she could just mix the herb correctly. She just hoped it wouldn't take her another fifty years to do it. Actually, she'd more than likely pass by then. Her es sank and she lost the right words to say before a crooked smile made stay on her lips. "You're probably too old to care." She giggled to him, afraid to take anything too seriously in her condition. Gently she nudged him with her elbow, laughing a bit easier,"What are you after Bilbo Baggins? Eh? Always sugaring me up. You're so funny a times!" She exclaimed and was worried that he had meant it.

Her brown eyes flickered with the happiness of teasing him, but they were also distant in the way she laughed. It was almost hollow. Empty deep inside. Habristiel was scared her was serious. Whenever things were serious it didn't end well. Her mother was very honest and serious in her death, and if Habristiel was to have the same fate, she certainly hadn't wanted to be serious at all. A laughable friend was more than enough character for her.

Thinking of the courtships and money obsessions that past women had when they wished to marry Bilbo, Habristiel thought of herself. She had no incredibly nice things, but why would she? Why would she even care? What was te point of a fine silk dress, only to have it dirtied in her frantic expeditions? What would be the point of buying fancy hair clips, only to lose them? What on earth was the point of marrying someone rich, just thinking the children would be happy? She was a child once, she didn't need money. Her father had carved her small dolls, and her mother made her a old teddy bear that still sat on a shelf in her home for when she had children. She wanted to marry someone who could do that. Someone that could bring a smile to anyone's face, that could build their child a toy that they would never lose, or forget because they loved it do very much. Marry someone, to whom, money was no issue, so love as you had love, and your family. Habristiel softly smiled and sighed,"Bilbo, I know I've probably asked you before, but," She paused, then continued,"When you think of the perfect family, what do you think of?"

[Sparrow <3]

( Could someone talk to Pim, please? )

[Lance Corporal]

(Alright I will have Bilbo talk to him or something. XD)

Bilbo looked to Habristiel, "I.. When I think of the perfect family?" The hobbit came to a stand, being sure to pick the leaves up, "Having the one woman that loves me for who I am, not the money, not because of my home and having a couple kids.. natural or adopted. Who are happy with who they are with, love to laugh, happy with what they got." The hobbit said , knowing that it was just all a dream, something that may not be possible due to his age. Bilbo stood there fiddling with the leaves some, "Of course I am too old for that kind of thing now." Bilbo walked inside, holding the door open for Ms.Took when he noticed Pim, who looked like he was going to pass out or something.

Bilbo walked over to the younger hobbit quickly, "Goodness laddie! You look like you are about to pass out. Let's find you something to eat and drink." The hobbit said as he brought the younger hobbit into the kitchen and seated him onto a chair, "You stay right there and I will find you something to eat." The old hobbit set the leaves on the counter behind him and walked over to the pantry.

[pappuppy]

> > Habristiel Took
Habristiel sat on the bench, with her legs extended far in front of her, and a distant look to her brown gaze. He was certainly corrected, as she listened and realized everything he had meant. Everything he said made her feel farther away deep inside. Like she didn't know how to respond. It wasn't that she didn't agree, because it too was her perfect idea. But the idea of having a family, if she thought of it now, would only bring sadness from what she could see. The night her mother passed, she could remember feeling shatter, it was pain, worse than having every bone in her body crushed beneath a wild boulder. It was a pain that she never easily forgot, and was still haunted by wit each waking day that she awoke with aching joints, and pain racking her small framed body.

It was something she understood too well. Something she was scared of. If she had children of her own, she would laugh and play with them, teach them to be curious, and that it was alright. But what if, the day came, and she too was overpowered by the cursed disease that her had given to her by accident. Half-lidded now, Habristiel's gaze floated to watch as a breeze picked up, and tussled tree tops in the distance. the shook and quivered before they offered the wind a few leaves, and they were carried off. Her eyes softened and she sighed,"Aye, age is something that I would long wish to go on. Time, to have enough, would be a wonderful thing, now wouldn't it?..." She trailed off, and sounded much weaker, much hollower than when she bellowed and shouted at him all those years ago.

Even when they had courted, Habristiel found an abundant source of energy to tease Bilbo, and play with him. But as her age caught up with her, so had her mothers death bringer. It was hard for her, so hard. her joints were stiff if she didn't take those herbs, and she was always in pain. That was another reason she wouldn't leave her home for days at a time. Habristiel's heart was larger than most, and before she thought about her pain, and what could happen, she refused to ask for help. If she struggled with carrying something large, and heavy, she would not accept anyone's help. It was a burden on herself, but she took it up with pride and wouldn't change. Even if that meant she died all alone, without anyone to remember her, except as the Crazy Took of Bag End. Habristiel had even assumed that one day, she'd be lying on her deathbed, wondering if for once anyone would come to help. But her neighbors, and the other hobbits of Bagend would simply shake their heads and sigh, figuring that it would just be another day. They wouldn't go in herhouse, and she was haunted by the thought of dying alone. All alone with no one to care. It seemed that it was the most possible fate for her, because her galavanting about was clearly getting her nowhere. And nowwhere fast.

All over again, the half-hobbit knew, she knew that it would all catch up with her in due time, and as she stood, she took it all into consideration. She made it into the house and nodded, feeling a pain in her chest which she desperately fought to hide before she sighed and hid it well. "I agree Bilbo. To have a family with children," She paused and a smile worked onto her face again as she dreamed up a new change of scene, one that she wouldn't die in, that she would live for a long time with bilbo as her closest friend. "I've always wished that I could hear the thudding of my childrens feet echoing through the house early in the morning, and feeling them shake me and wake me up with excitement that I had a long time ago. I would cook them a great breakfast, and before they could step out the door, I would laugh with them and shout loudly to discover something new, and be adventureres. And most of all, I hope that they would find pride in who they were, and acceptance even if no one else had. Because they would have me, they would have their father I could only hope, and their siblings to be there for them." She admitted, and felt her throat tighten up at th very thought. it made her want to cry. The fact that she had no chance of ever being a mother at this rate. She had no children, she had no husband. No, she truly believed that one she would meet Death, and on that day, no one would cry. No one would be at her bedside and grabbing her hand. No one would beg for her to come back, because she would've had no one. Habristiel wouldn't allow that. Not when she wanted someone, to not be all alone. But how could she ever admit it, when she was too afraid of the future to speak of it.

[Sparrow <3]

Pimpernel was in the process of yawning when he heard Bilbo's voice directed at him. He had long since tuned out of Habristiel's and Mr. Baggins's conversation for a couple reasons. One, it was rude to eavesdrop, and he knew that the conversation they were having was not really for his ears, however sensitive to sound they were. And two, he was fading fast. Bilbo was absolutely right; he was hungry and tired. He was slightly shocked at himself and a little disappointed too, that he had not lasted as long as he would have liked without the comfort of the Shire and home. He briefly wondered if he should run to his home, all the way across Hobbiton from Bag End to warn his family of where he had gone off to. He toyed with the idea before disposing of it. As much as it would pain him to see his mother worry....he didn't think she would.

Pim stirred from his deep thoughts when he realized that Bilbo had been talking to him a little bit more. He checked back into reality and immediately thanked the older Hobbit with a smile and a nod. He turned his head, his curly brown hair falling across his forehead in an odd sort of way as he did so. His blue eyes stared out the window, and he took in the sunshine that was streaming through. Now that he had been beyond the Shire, he found that he craved more. Though he knew in his heart that the Hobbiton would always be a place he would want to come back to. He wondered too, if Bilbo felt the same way as he did.

Then came the words of Habristiel, and for the first time he couldn't tune her out. He felt incredibly guilty afterwards, but there Pim was in the middle of it with no where to go. It wasn't like he purposefully was listening to the semiprivate words of the two older Hobbits. The Hobbit woman's words made him sad and sent a realization through him that he hadn't really thought of before. Would he ever want a family? He was thirty eight which was relatively young for a Hobbit, and just about the age when you began to marry and have children. If he decided not to settle down with someone...would he end up like Bilbo and Habristiel. The thought made him cringe inside, but Pimpernel kept a straight face through the entire thing, not wanting to let on that he was deeply moved by their words.

[Keriae]

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[Lance Corporal]

(Alrighty Post whenever you can. I understand that college can be.. a bit of a fun time hog. Even though I am not going to college at the moment.)

Bilbo walked back into the kitchen, and went to preparing food for Pim, "I will have this ready for you in a jip laddie, then I will take you to a room where you can sleep alright?" He said to the younger hobbit as he quickly threw together something that will make a nice warm soup for the younger hobbit. Popping it all into a pot and into the fire, he wiped his hands together before patting Pim's shoulder, "It will be about ten minutes for it to be warmed up."

"I've always wished that I could hear the thudding of my childrens feet echoing through the house early in the morning, and feeling them shake me and wake me up with excitement that I had a long time ago. I would cook them a great breakfast, and before they could step out the door, I would laugh with them and shout loudly to discover something new, and be adventureres. And most of all, I hope that they would find pride in who they were, and acceptance even if no one else had. Because they would have me, they would have their father I could only hope, and their siblings to be there for them." She admitted, and felt her throat tighten up at th very thought. it made her want to cry.

Bilbo looked over at Ms.Took, but it was a sad look not a happy one. He wished that he was able to give her that wish now all them years ago. The hobbit could only walk over to her and wrap his arms around her in a hug, "It is still possible for that love." He whispered to her. He could not quite grasp why Bree always pushed him away during such thoughts, but he could only guess that it was her mother's sudden death to an illness. Was it possible Bree had the same disease?