Tzuzeku wearing her Hobbit Kindred, Mathom Long-Sleeved Tunic.

Carrying their blasted pies, running their ever-late mail, forwarding - with enthusiasm! - their interminable, infernal bickering and busybodying, these all serve the cause. But the surest, easiest, fastest route to worm one’s way into the warm but petty hearts of Hobbit-kind is to do yeoman’s work farming and cooking to stoke their bellies. Do that enough, and they’ll raise themselves up, overlook the fact that you are a good deal taller, and treat you almost like one of their own.