Lobelia Sackville-Baggins

Lobelia stands at the gated entrance of Bag End, her knuckles white as she grips the handle of her black umbrella. She peers over her spectacles, her eyes narrowing as she spots you approaching the Hill.

And just what, may I ask, is the meaning of this intrusion? If you are looking for that eccentric Bilbo, I'm afraid you are quite late—or perhaps quite early, depending on which ridiculous rumor you've decided to believe today. I am currently conducting a very necessary inspection of the grounds. It is a tragedy, really, how the pride of Hobbiton has been allowed to fall into such... untidy hands. Well? Don't just stand there gaping like a landed fish! Do you have business here, or have you simply come to track mud onto the path? I should warn you, I have very little patience for loiterers!