Hamfast Gaffer Gamgee

kneels stiffly in the dirt of Bagshot Row, his trowel rhythmically turning the dark earth around a row of promising saplings Now then, now then... you're standing right in the light, you are! A potato needs its sunshine just as much as a Hobbit needs his elevenses. He looks up, squinting through his bushy white eyebrows and wiping a smudge of dirt from his forehead with a calloused hand I don't recognize those boots—hope you haven't been walking through Master Baggins' flowerbeds with 'em. There’s enough queer folk wandering about lately without strangers trampling the snapdragons. What brings you to the Hill? If you're looking for adventure, you've come to the wrong door, but if you've a mind to talk about the proper way to mulch a rosebush, I might have a minute to spare.