Some Blog Challenge (not counting anymore)

What could her name be?

“In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit-hold, and that means comfort.”

I’ve been underground yall. During quarantine, I’ve thought about a number of imaginary places that could be…