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Perfectly Natural

She'd always loved the smell of the forest, the way soil scented air stuck to her skin and how the leaves always seemed to flitter down from their branches to tangle themselves into her hair. As if they had minds of their own; mischievous little earth fairies that enjoyed hiding in her mane of golden curls. That's how she liked to envision her world, a magical place full with creatures of her own design. She made and named all of them. They were her and she loved them dearly, even if they were just glorified branches or mushrooms. She didn't care; after all, a girl had to have friends. Since no one real was about to have as company, she was left to her own devises.

Every morning she had tea with the Lady of the Forest. The Lady's Honeysuckle hair always tickled her nose, filling the air with the delightful scent of pollen. They would speak of important matters, the comings and goings of animals, and which trees had fallen. When ever the news came up that a giant tree, an elder, had fallen and met its end, she and the Lady would fall into silence. The sadness would still the air and the large trees above them would sway gently. They were the elders. They protected her from the rain, hid her from danger, and in special moments would hold her in their giant arms. The leaves, their children, would leave their perch and fall down onto her shoulders, comforting her by saying 'All is well, Mabel, do not cry'.

The forest was her family. During the day she would play with the animals that lived in the forest. They would play games she could never win, she'd climb trees but the squirrels would always climb higher. She would run, but the deer were swifter. Hide and seek with the fox and vixen was never fair, they would find her in minutes while finding them took her hours. She never minded because the squirrels, deer, and fox never chided, or boasted. They simply won with quiet and humble triumph and then allowed her to play again. At night she would retire to her home. A home she had carefully constructed from old branches and moss that the forest had lent her. It was cool in the summer and warm in the winter when a heavy blanket of snow fell over head and kept the heat from her fire from escaping. She only took wood from the ground, honoring the forest that had made her home.

Mabel hardly saw anyone that wasn't of her own mind's creation. Events as such were rare, frightening. Hearing someone moving about in the forest, as loud as a pack of frightened dear, she would scramble up into the arms of her elders for safety. She saw but was never seen, except once. She had been playing in the brook, watching the fish swim about her feet, nibbling on her toes and occasionally tugging on the fur of her feet. Mabel would then giggle, admonishing her bubbling friends. The sun was peeking through the leaves over head, weaving an intricate pattern of shadows and light that fell across her back and was then lost in the swiftly moving water.

She had noticed the skin was turning red on her feet and calves, the water was very cold. Spring had just bloomed, filling the waters and trees with life. It was a distraction, her feet, that had caused her senses to falter. Before she new it, a voice, strange and new to her ears broke the silence of her world. Her heart skipped a beat as did her coordination. Ice cold water splashed up to her ears in ground breaking shock as she tumbled backwards into the brook.

"What sort of hobbit is this?"

Standing before her was the strangest sight she'd ever seen. Who ever he was, he stood tall, almost as tall as some of her elders. His long white hair was purer than anything her lady could conjure. His was graceful, clear, and elegant. She'd never seen such a man, if he could be called that. The men she hid from her not as tall and smelled of danger, blood, and pain. This one was different, the longer she stared at him; the more certain she was that he was no man. Mabel stared; his eyes were as calm as the woods under a blanket of freshly fallen snow.

"I am sorry to have frightened you. Please, let me help you," he extended his hand. She couldn't help but stare at his long and thin fingers.

"What are you?"

The question came out before she could stop it. It felt strange, speaking to someone that could talk back. It made her uneasy. She could control what the Lady said, but she had no way of guessing what this man would say or do. Her question brought a smile to his face. He was amused; how bizarre it was to see actual amusement on a real face.

"I am Laban, of the elf kind," he said as he hoisted Mabel out of the water. He then bowed and waited. An awkward silence filled the space between them as Mabel gawked at him in wide eyed wonder.

"And you are a hobbit, although I must confess I have never seen the likes of you with such a peculiar manner. Where is your warm hobbit hole filled with mead, hot food, and company? I've never known a hobbit to pass up such comforts. Instead you stand in brooks with your skirts bunched about your scrawny waist, and you hair as tangled and as wild as your eyes."

Silence.

Mabel didn't know what to do. It had been so long since she had heard so many words from another. She had to follow closely, her mind stumbling over the sentences as though she was attempting to learn a new language. But most importantly, what was a hobbit? She mulled the question over as she watched Laban with guarded eyes. A Hobbit was… she was a hobbit. Her eyes widened as recollection clapped through her head like thunder. She'd almost forgotten. It had been so long since she had heard that term.

"I am a hobbit" She said, finding her voice.

"Yes, you are. I just said that. But the question is what kind of hobbit are you?" A laugh broke out from Laban. Mabel shook as the sound danced about, bouncing off of trees and rock.

"I am a hobbit. That's all I know. I live here with my elders… I'm alone." Mabel formed the words carefully, meeting his eyes.

"What elders are these?" Laban asked, offering his hand to her again.

Mabel watched him carefully, what to do? It was unnerving being around someone so beautiful and unpredictable. Yet, despite her nervousness, it felt safe to touch him. Slowly Mabel reached out and took his hand. Tugging gently, she silently led him to a nearby oak and placed his hand on the trunk. The feel of rough bark beneath her fingers was a reassurance. Mabel relaxed further. No words were said, Laban regarded her carefully.

"You are a child of nature then. Separate from your own folk… What is your name?" He seemed to understand. Mabel sighed in relief and allowed a smile to spread across her face.

"Mabel, but I don't remember who it was that first named me."

Laban gathered her hand in his and led her from the brook. It was all so new, this elf leading her, speaking with him. It calmed some of her fears, knowing that he understood about elders, and what they meant to her.

"You must be lonely, living out here all alone with only your mind to speak to," Laban spoke softly but she heard. Her heart skipped a beat.

"Oh, not at all! This is my home; I've made my family, my elders. I-," Mabel rushed to defend her forest. Maybe he didn't understand at all. Laban turned and took her shoulders. She stopped, unable to say more, locked under his gaze.

"A plant kept in a pot is not natural, it's meant to be in the ground. A hobbit is meant to be with hobbits," Laban said, his words measured and his voice soft.

Mabel shook, her small hand still surrounded by his graceful fingers. His eyes were rimed with emotion, sadness. What did all of this mean? Confusion muddied her thoughts. Tears blurred her vision and she grimaced as she went to wipe them away. What hadn't she just climbed into the nearest elder when she had seen him? Then all this confusion, this newness wouldn't have to be.

"Don't cry little one," Laban soothing words washed over her.

He let go of her hand and she brought both up to shield her eyes as more poured down. She had never stopped to think that there may be others. That she could find beings like her. She had to admit, at times she was lonely. However, strong hidden feelings kept her from pursuing people. A deep horror that she was always avoiding, hiding behind a mask. She'd immersed herself in the natural world, burying her past with elders and earth fairies until she honestly couldn't remember anymore.

Meeting Laban had stirred something. She'd gone so long without speaking, so long without seeing another that was outside of her imagination. It frightened her and at the same time opened the need of something. It was a need she couldn't place and it frustrated her, bringing hopeless tears to her eyes. The hopeless tears broke a damn that had been built. Suddenly torrents ran from her soul, cascading down in miserable water falls. Mabel fell to the earthy ground as an unstoppable wail broke her chest. Thinking outside of her sudden shell of dismay seemed impossible. She hardly noticed when Laban scooped her up into his arms and carried her away.

"A hobbit? Laban, we send you out for firewood and you come back with a half dressed she-hobbit?" Nalani exclaimed in dismay, looking down at the sleeping hobbit in his friend's arms.

"I found her playing in the brook. She was alone and has been for quiet some time," Laban said as he frowning.

"So you spy on a bathing hobbit and then kidnap her?" Nalani slapped a palm against his forehead and groaned while the other members of the party came to investigate the fuss.

"Don't be ridiculous! She wasn't bathing and I didn't kidnap her. We spoke. She's a strange one. Any hobbit town is five days from here. She'd been living on her own for so long that she actually forgot what she was. I called her a hobbit and she stared at me as though I were a mad man. She called the trees her elders. She's created a world in her head; it was obvious just from the way she spoke. I decided that for her best interest, I would take her to where she belongs, with hobbits. But as I lead her away it was as though something snapped inside of her and she collapsed onto her self, sobbing. Absolutely inconsolable until she passed out in my arms," Laban explained, carefully laying the sleeping Mabel on the ground, resting his own blanket roll beneath her head. The elven travel group gathered around, studying her.

"And where do you propose we take her?" Nalani asked, unhappy with the disturbance in their travel plans.

"We're in the shire. We might as well take her to her own folk since we will be passing through. It's the least we can do," Laban said, looking at his friend, earnestly.

"You seem so eager. What's so special about this wild hobbit that it would take your mind off of our destination?" Nalani gave Mabel a hard look.

"There's something different about her. It's hard to place," Laban said, looking back at her sleeping form.

"Sure..," Nalani walked back over to the fire and fed the young flames dried moss and twigs.

"She certainly is beautiful, despite her rough appearance," one of the younger elves threw in. Laban and the others watched her sleep and had to agree.

The dying rays of the sun lit her tanned face. She seemed full grown but young. Her curves slight but there none the less. A tumble of leaf and twig tangled golden bold curls framed her quiet face. Despite her tear sore eyes, long eye lashes curled beautifully. Her clear complexion graced her small, well shaped nose that led down to her supple lips held up by a small yet strong chin. Mabel groaned in her sleep, eyes flashing open for the briefest of seconds, revealing startling blue eyes. She was exceptionally fair for a hobbit. It was a fairness that impressed even the elves.

"And do we know of anyone in the Shire that we can burden with you little hobbit girl?" Nalani said, breaking the silence.

"There is an Elf-Friend in Hobbiton. Bilbo Baggins is the name if I'm not mistaken. We will take her there." Laban said, tucking one of Mabel's curls behind an ear. It wasn't a proposition, it was a statement.

Nalani scratched patterns into the earth with a stick, frowning, but did not object.

Frodo will come in the next chapter. I always like to build up a good intro before I jump into the meat of the story. So for you Frodo fans out there, your Handsome Hobbit is on his way! If you have read this far, please review. There is nothing more painful then not knowing if someone read your story. So please, Review! I'll love you forever.