Character: Rosie, Sam, Hobbits
Source: Pre-Ring War
Disclaimer: Tolkien: this is his world, not mine.
It took some getting used to, but she was quite determined – the girls in Bree managed them, why shouldn’t she? But they did throw her very off balance, what with the shiny wooden disc under the ball of her foot and the little curving shaft under her heel…
Rosie put her best foot forward. She strode, wobbled, then corrected herself small steps Rosie my girl, small steps… and proceeded to serve the tankards at a dainty stutter, her feet striking the inn’s floorboard’s like tiny hooves.
The drift of open mouths she left behind her was really quite satisfying!
The last patrons had left and Rosie could finally sit down. How her poor toes ached! She undid the scarlet ribbons attaching the dainty wooden sabots to her feet…
Oh my… She ached from ball to heel - and she’d had to put up with Lobelia’s sneering remarks… ‘Scarlet bows around her toes… we all know what that means!’
Rosie blushed… I’m not that sort of Hobbit!
There was a timid knock, young Sam sidled in, and shyly thrust a tiny jar of Marigold butter towards her.
“For yer feet… thems things do look most uncomfortable.”
Rosie smiled gratefully, “Thanks, Sam.”