ReOfSun

     The heat of fire rose in the air, the sound of iron and steel being molded into weapons was loudly upon the streets of the small city. There were many fine craftsmen, but most of them designed fabrics or molded pottery. Having known nothing of war, the small city did not feel the need for many blacksmiths, well, not that specialized in weapons. The breeze was warm and dry that hot summer day but the people who dwell there were no less chipper. The people walking around were wearing as little clothes as possible while still being descent in public. The men wore thin tunics, tied loosely, with short sleeves. The women wore light color dres

-Scarlet's POV- I haven't seen my distant cousin Bilbo Baggins in quite some time, so I figured it was time for a visit. We had always been close, ever since we were young hobbits running through the forest in search of elves. I had always wanted to find the elves and inquire of my father. I am not fully a hobbit. My mother was quite an adventurous young woman at one point, and had run into an elf man at Elverground. And that's where I had come in. She came back to The Shire and had me. From afar, I may look like any other hobbit, but up close, the differences are clear. I am not as big-boned as my relatives. My hair is a very light blon