Bilbo walks through the market. Nestled amidst rolling green hills and colorful hobbit holes, the market exudes a sense of warmth and comfort. The air is filled with the comforting aroma of freshly baked bread and earthy, sweet pipe tobacco. Vendors offer an array of goods, from handcrafted pottery and textiles to fresh produce and flowers. Soft sunlight filters through the leafy canopy, casting dappled patterns on the cobblestone pathways. He picks out what he needs, some fruits, cheeses, meats and fish for dinner, and his favorite wine. All was right in the world... until a group of children went running by, knocking Bilbo's basket out of his hand, his groceries going everywhere.