Tighfield was a village in the Westfarthing of the Shire. It was about twenty miles west of the village of Nobottle also in the Westfarthing and was located on a road that connected it to the adjacent of Gamwich and Little Delving.
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| - Tighfield was a village in the Westfarthing of the Shire. It was about twenty miles west of the village of Nobottle also in the Westfarthing and was located on a road that connected it to the adjacent of Gamwich and Little Delving.
- Three clans of Harfoots, ignorant and therefore fearless in matters of magic and fairies, have established themselves in the forest, cleared fields, and started taverns, stables, and rope walks. A few locals have gotten lost in the woods and returned raving mad, something rare among Hobbits. The Goodwife Margott, the village's oldest citizen, is growing darker with age instead of greyer. The tavern-keeper's children talk to trees and have grown a good six inches taller than their parents; several other children sing, untaught, ancient Elvish chants while playing tagball and doing their chores. Rumors of changelings and kidnapped Hobbitlings have been squashed by clan consent. The Hobbits of Tying Field lock their doors at night and script runes of protection over their signs of welcome. Vi
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| - Tighfield was a village in the Westfarthing of the Shire. It was about twenty miles west of the village of Nobottle also in the Westfarthing and was located on a road that connected it to the adjacent of Gamwich and Little Delving.
- Three clans of Harfoots, ignorant and therefore fearless in matters of magic and fairies, have established themselves in the forest, cleared fields, and started taverns, stables, and rope walks. A few locals have gotten lost in the woods and returned raving mad, something rare among Hobbits. The Goodwife Margott, the village's oldest citizen, is growing darker with age instead of greyer. The tavern-keeper's children talk to trees and have grown a good six inches taller than their parents; several other children sing, untaught, ancient Elvish chants while playing tagball and doing their chores. Rumors of changelings and kidnapped Hobbitlings have been squashed by clan consent. The Hobbits of Tying Field lock their doors at night and script runes of protection over their signs of welcome. Visitors find them still Hobbitish, it is said, but perhaps a little too cheerful and giddy.
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