Fine line black tattoo of a tree above a round door on a curved hill, placed on the lower abdomen beside the waistband.

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Hobbiton tree and hill tattoo on the hip

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A small black fine-line tattoo of a tree sitting above a round doorway on a curved hill sits on the lower abdomen, just above the waistband of a pair of jeans. The collage also shows a green hill with a tree and round doors, and a parchment-style map with the word hobbiton and the same symbol drawn on it. The tattoo uses only thin black outlines with no shading, and the composition is a three-panel collage with the tattoo as the main photograph.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The surveyor came up the lane in March with a clipboard and a flask of tea he did not offer to share. Mrs Hadley watched him from her gate, arms folded over her apron, while he paced the top of Nettle Knap and counted the fenceposts under his breath. He wanted the hill levelled for a row of houses. He had a map to prove it, rolled under one arm, the paper gone the colour of weak tea.

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She had a map too. Her father had drawn it on the back of a feed sack the winter the well froze: a hill, a single oak standing on the crown like a man's hat, and a round green door set into the slope with a brass knocker shaped like a pear. He had written the name along the bottom in capitals that leaned uphill. Beneath it, in smaller letters, he had written: mind the step.

The surveyor laughed when she unrolled it on the bonnet of his van. Then he stopped laughing, because the oak on his own sheet stood in the wrong place and his contour lines ran round the door instead of through it. He rolled his map up without a word. That night Mrs Hadley heard him humming somewhere near the stile long after the light had gone.

By the end of April the council had a footpath drawn in red ink, circling the hill rather than cutting it, and a new sign at the gate that read Nettle Knap, Private. Mrs Hadley hung the feed-sack map back on its nail by the kitchen door. Every evening she went out to check the oak's shadow, and every evening it lay across the round green door, which stayed dry through all the rain.