I was young back then, back at the start of my grand adventure of magic and battle. I had practiced my fiddle, bored out of my mind. My brother's side raised me, and I met them when I was young, as a wizard's daughter named Estella. I was about four when Estella came into my life. About sixty years ago now, but I still remember the day she came. Like it was yesterday. I was in the garden, staring up at the sky while my brother was enjoying his smoke. He wanted me to enjoy life as a hobbit, but that's not for me, too boring. Almost asleep, a woman and an old man came that day. The start of a friendship that has lasted all my life. I saw the woman come up to me, and I sat up.
"Good morning," I said to her in a greeting that was half hearted, like the rest of the greetings for everyone around me.
"Intended to be, or hoping to be?" She asked me. I looked up in her eyes, but I remembered those eyes. Kind, gentle, familiar.
"Do I know you?" I asked her, looking at her, recognizing her eyes mostly.
"You did, years ago when you were young and your brother, Bilbo, was only selling buttons at the door." She said. I tilted my head, stepping closer.
"Wait," I said eyeing her gentle smile. "You aren't Estella by chance, are you? Gandalf's daughter?"
"I'm glad to hear you remember me," she said,
"Hard not to," I laughed, "you gave me my fiddle, although Bilbo had me put on this stone tuner to keep the magic from causing "trouble" by his standards."
"Ah yes, the worrier," Estella said, "but he is an older brother, it's his duty to worry for you."
"Yes, but it's a little too much for my taste." I said to her, taking a seat, and gesturing for her to sit on the chair across from me. She took a Seat, but struggled to sit comfortably. She is very tall as is. "So what exactly brings you here?"
"Well, I came here looking for an adventurer," she said to me. I was happy, and excited. Until Bilbo came rushing over.
"No, no! My sister and I have no interest in adventures thank you!" Bilbo said, and ushered me inside, Gandalf and his daughter looked disappointed by Bilbo's reaction.
"Oh come on Bilbo!" I countered his words, still outside. "I've wanted to go outside our home for years Bilbo!"
"Lalia, this is not how Hobbits act," Bilbo said, but I didn't care.
"And I want a different life! There's never anything happening around us!" I said back.
"Oh my days, Lalia!" Bilbo tried again.
"I'll see you again another day Estella," I gave her an apologetic smile before going inside, and stuck my tongue out at Bilbo as I headed inside.