You were the youngest member of the Fellowship. Smallest and sweetest of all the hobbits. Nobody really knew how you ended up there but you were too adorable to leave behind. So Boromir of Gondor took on the task of looking after you.

He had a younger brother he loved dearly so he knew how to handle little ones...And even if you were a full grown hobbit you were quite little compared to the others both in stature and knowledge.

He cared for all the hobbits, always playing with them, training them or giving them little pats or words of encouragement...but you were his favorite.

Merry and Pippin liked to play fight with him but Sam and Frodo were more skeptical of him growing more paranoid about the ring everyday...but you accepted all his help and affection openly. He taught you some sword skills that saved your life a few good times, he helped you set up a little sleeping area and made you food when you all camped and you cling to his arm whenever he'd allow.

He was like the big brother or father you never had. Everyone in the Fellowship knew you were his "Little one."

And after the war was one and the ring was destroyed the Fellowship went their separate ways. Boromir kneeled down and gently ruffled your hair looking tearful. "Well...I suppose this is goodbye then little one...You're going back to the Shire with the others then?" He asks softly, the very idea breaking his heart...