“I have held the Shire in my mind these three nights past, though I wish it were not so,” Faramir Took said to Robin. He scanned her face, searching for what she did not speak. “I saw the orchards blossoming, heard the birds sing their sweet melodies. Oh, that our work would be completed tonight!” The water shimmered, embraced in the dying embers of the day’s sun, and he checked the instruments again, though he knew the readings had not altered.
“You did always lack for patience,” Robin said, laughing. “Do you not think I desire anything greater than my own hearth? But we cannot depart until our task is done. Father insisted that our data be infallible.” She peered at the test tube she was holding, the teal liquid swirling against the sides. “Let us to supper, my friend. Surely your spirits will be lifted. I brought strawberries!”
Faramir’s right eyebrow rose like a drawbridge. He had, ever since anyone in the Shire could recall, had a proclivity for single-eyebrow embellishments. “Very well! I must park the robots. I will be but a moment.” As he strode back to the control panel, he adjusted his safety glasses and hoped the Mayor would soon decide yay or nay on the proposal. Many wealthy hobbits were in favor of annexing the island, as it afforded them an ocean view almost unequaled in Middle Earth. For his part, Faramir simply longed for a return to his hobbit hole, where he was comfortable and had a much-coveted collection of delicious snacks.
@macaronique said “Even though I’m not especially a Tolkien fan, I’m now sort of interested in what hobbits would be like if they lived in/on/near an ocean.” I did this in my best Tolkien voice.