There's a wide belief that Hobbits are just too small, too tubby, and too lazy to get into any real mischief. A few break the bundle, and have to show everyone different. I'd like to count myself among that other crowd- the sort that doesn't sit around smoking, drinking, and lazing all day. My name is Berylla Frumblefoot of Bywater. I run an apothecary on the Shire's edge, but you'll more likely catch me on the roads with my cart. I go to where people need treatment. If the Elves taught me anything, it's that you don't learn about sickness by reading about it. Oh, and there are rumours floating around about the fact I'm a bandit. Don't believe a word of it! I'm no thief of malicious intent, I'm simply... an opportunist to procure necessities on the road. After all, I don't think those companies have ever really missed the apples... or carrots, or potatoes... or rings, and-- Nah. Nevermind.
((Hobbit/LoTR OC: FC Carey Mulligan, open to panfandom interactions))