[ArwenBaggins]

Crispin jumped from the wagon happily and rolled down the soggy hill. The almost-teenage hobbit left him for a moment as he tumbled through the lush green grass sprinkled with little blooming clovers like a young boy.

He watched Alora slip to the bottom of the hill and stand, followed by the lovely Daisy Boffin. The girl smiled as Crispin stood next to them and wiped his wet bottom, Alora laughing and pointing at his exceptionally dirty trousers. 'She should look at her own skirt!' He thought to himself.

Crispin had grown close to the Boffin girl over the period of the journey. She had visited him everyday while he was held in that baffoon's wagon; yes, she was shy and a bit... odd , but that wasn't anything Crispin couldn't get used to over time. He quite enjoyed her pleasant company.

Presently, he bent down and grabbed a handful of clover. The hay he continously chomped on dropped to the ground, but he was too preoccupied to pick it up. "Alora! Crispin! Come back to the wagon for a minute!" Elsa Whitfoot called to her children from the top of the hill. Crispin told Alora that he'd catch up in a minute.

"Daisy?" He poked the girl's shoulder gently and she turned away from the other hobbit lass she was talking too. She then turned and blushed, kicking her bare feet around in the tall grass.

He too blushed, his tanned cheeks turning a bright shade of scarlet. "I... I wanna give these to ya... they're purty, like... you," he handed her the mass of uneven clovers. He then did something totally impromptu, without any consent until that exact moment. He kissed her left cheek, and then her right, hugging her tight.

While he was very embarrassed and a pink wave flew down to the tips of his toes, Crispin was extremely happy. Daisy smiled and giggled, taking hold of his hand and dancing around in circles. They started walking back up the hill together, toward their wagons. 'It may take a little getting used to,' he thought, a content smile on his face. 'but I'm finally home.'