Hobbiton

*Hi guys, feel free to join when you like. Characters can pop in and out at will, a lot of improv like Gil says. I think they're more fun that way.
If anyone's willing to be the bad guy, go for it!*
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Rose Cotton looked out the round window, just in time to see another nearby tree going down. Things were a wreck, it had been five months since "Sharkey" moved in and somehow started making a mess of things. This was the last straw.
Her face flushing with anger, Rose threw down the towel she was drying dishes with and stormed out. Before she quite knew what she was doing, she was standing in front of a group of busy workers, bellowing at the top of her lungs. None of them seemed to notice her.

"Now you listen up. I'll have no more of this tree-cutting about our house. My parents are plumb fed up with it. You stop now and take your noise elsewhere." As angry as her face was, the few who noticed began to laugh. A sight she looked to, with sudsy, wet hands placed firmly on her hips, a face to make the most stubborn child listen, and her bellowing at the bunch of them.

Infuriated at their laughter, Rose picked up a good sized tree limb and began to pound on some of their equipment. Suddenly, they seemed to realize she was serious, and two jumped over immeadiatly to stop her.
Just as they reached her and grabbed for her weapon, she began to swing at them in her rage. Which can be quite dangerous if you can imagine. Between the two of them they finally managed to disarm her, and one of them tied her arms behind her.

The taller of the two put a blindfold on her, and began to lead her off down the road.
She heard his gravely voice from beyond her blindness, "Now, now missy. We can't be having that from you. I'll have to be taking you to see the Boss you, see? He'll make things alright."
They didn't walk far, which was why, she supposed, they needed a blindfold. Soon she felt them walking through the grass, they stopped, and she heard a strange creaking sound. Then she was pushed inside, her blindfold taken off, and the door shut. She was left in the dank darkness of her prison, the only light coming from a small hole in the roof, no larger than a small hobbit's fist.