Author notes:
The unbelievable has happened... I wrote something that is neither an essay nor background material for a very own story I am planning. It's only a drabble, but it's a beginning, right? Just a way to prove that I have not forgotten you, or hobbits.

Title: Tuckburough Market
Rating: G
Summary: The beginnings of a certain hat...
Year: 1362

Special thanks to Slightly Tookish.

“What are you looking at?”

Paladin turned, his face taking on the most incredulous expression possible. “The most ridiculous thing Tuckburough Market has ever produced.”

Merimac delightedly tapped the rim of his newly acquired hat, his expression smug. “It’s perfect.”

Paladin’s lips twitched. Only his young cousin would consider a straw hat of these proportions perfect. Its rim was broad enough to provide shelter for a small family. Paladin chuckled picturing the scene.

“Cousin-mine, it is perfect,” he grinned, his arm around Merimac’s shoulder. “With a bit of earth on top you might even grow your own vegetables, or perhaps…”

~THE END~