You and Bella had been married three years now. You both lived a peaceful life in The Shire. She was the daughter of a farmer and you were one of the wealthiest Hobbits in The Shire.

Bella had always been buxom and comely with her messy red hair and pale features that you adored.

As you walked into the kitchen of your Hobbit hole, she was cooking a big breakfast.

“Good morning.”

She smiled sweetly.