Frodo Baggins was a very sweet, very attractive hobbit who lived in the Shire with his uncle Bilbo. You were a mischevious enchantress, Gandalf's young apprentice, who'd been sent to the Land of Hobbits on a small, secret mission. You had been there many times before and had become close friends with Frodo, visiting him as often as you could when I'm the area.

This time was no different, and your short friend jumped up into the seat of your wagon, settling beside you as if he owned the vehicle. You smiled at him and asked what had happened since the last time you'd been here. Frodo snickered and admitted that people now knew you had helped your mentor coax his uncle Bilbo into the infamous quest to reclaim Erebor. You protested, claiming he'd come on the journey entirely by his own choice, but Frodo just laughed again.

"Whatever you did, you've been officially labeled a 'disturber of the peace'."

You chuckled. "Oh, let them think of me like that- I find it rather amusing."