In a forest of the Shire, lay a hobbit. Much like you and me, he walks on two feet, has two eyes, a mouth, a nose and two ears. Although, his height is only just above the waist of an average man, and wears no shoes, as his feet are as tough as rock and are protected by many black hairs.

Hobbits are a jolly type of folk. They like dancing, festivals, drinking and, peace and quiet on a Sunday afternoon.

They live in a 'hobbit hole'. Not a dirty, wet hole full of worms but a rather cosy house type hole, with ornaments and wooden furniture around the house.

Anyway, Frodo the hobbit, was lying beneath an apple tree, minding his own business (drawing in fact), when he heard a faint clop of horse's hooves on the stony path a few metres off. He leapt to his feet and whispered under his breath,

"Gandalf,"

He sprinted across the mossy ground with a grin on his face; he had been waiting for Gandalf to arrive for some time.

But as he was sprinting, an arrow whizzed past his ear which made him jump and he skidded to a halt. The arrow had hit a tree trunk a couple of metres away from him and as he plucked it off with a fist, he automatically knew it was elvish from the lightness of the arrow and judging by the silver, it came from Rivendell.

"I know you're there Azaelia!" Frodo called out.

Up in the trees, an elf hung her legs from a branch and watched in amusement as Frodo searched around in puzzlement. This is how Azaelia greeted him every time she saw him. They were the best of friends since they basically grew up together when they were children. Her bow rested in her fingers and eventually she decided that maybe she shouldn't stay up there for long and leave her best friend sitting in a puddle of stress; so she jumped from the branch and landed right behind him, which made him jump once again.

"Frodo Baggins!" she said, "so good to see you! Lovely weather today isn't it?"

"Azaelia! What are you doing here?!" Frodo said in awe.

"To come to your Uncle Bilbo's party of course! You did invite me didn't you?"

"Yes of course," Frodo said muttering, "sorry, I'm a little tired."

Suddenly, their faces broke out into a smile and they both started laughing.

"Oh Azaelia, it is good to see you!" he said, his eyes widening with happiness. They both leapt into each other's arms and hugged tightly.

"I missed you very much little one! How's Bilbo?"

"Absolutely fine," Frodo said breaking away, "although, he is a little stressed since all these people are knocking at his door trying to hassle him about his birthday and all that, but apart from that he's fine!"

"Oh good," Azaelia smiled, "where were you running off too?"

"Oh to Gandalf," he said slowly and his face fell, "oh my goodness Gandalf!"

He turned around and was about to start running again when Azaelia just managed to catch him by the shoulders at the last second.

Frodo looked up at her with his beautiful blue eyes.

"Race you there!" Azaelia grinned and she started running.

Frodo started to run after her. Azaelia was much faster than him as she was taller and fitter. He could hear her laugh echo through the trees in a rather creepy way and snaps of twigs could be heard far ahead. Frodo has an excellent sense of hearing, and Azaelia had the gift of good sight and balance; which is what all elves have.

Azaelia came from Rivendell; Frodo's never been there but he's heard that it's full of rivers, trees in full blossom and they live in the most beautiful houses on top of rocks and next to beautiful waterfalls. But Bilbo had told him that you had to cross treacherous mountain paths where the rock giants live.

The shire was an entirely different type of setting. It was in the country side, full of forests, some rivers, fields where they grow crop, and houses inside big rolling hills.

Unlike other elves, Azaelia didn't have the natural brown/black hair like most of the residents of Rivendell; she had flaming, thick red hair and the brightest green eyes you will ever see. And also unlike most elves, she had developed a power. She could use nature and almost control the elements into doing pretty much what she wanted it to do.

Eventually, Frodo arrived on top of a hill and saw Gandalf on his horse and cart, mumbling to himself getting closer to him.

"You're late," Frodo frowned at Gandalf.

"A wizard is never late, he always arrives exactly when he means to!" Gandalf said looking up at him from the path below.

Suddenly Frodo started laughing and Gandalf joined in to. Frodo jumped from the hill and into Gandalf's arms.

"Oh it's so good to see you Gandalf!" he laughed.

"Oh and it's so good to see you too Frodo Baggins!"

Gandalf clicked his reigns and they were off on the bumpy path.

"Gandalf," Frodo said, "just wondering, but have you seen Azaelia yet? I was having a race up to the hill and she just disappeared!"

"I'm afraid not dear Frodo," Gandalf said, "maybe she's already there."

They carried on a little further when they started to pass some houses and children rushed out squealing,

"Look it's Gandalf!" and "Gandalf! Look over here!"

But Gandalf just passed them and the squeals were replaced by disappointed groans. Frodo smiled and under his breath he muttered,

"Three, two, one..."

And exactly after one, fireworks exploded behind him making the children cheer as they chased after butterflies made out of fire.

Gandalf smiled and pulled out a pipe from behind him and lit it by creating a flame on his finger, he started smoking on it contently.

"Oh, it is good to be back Frodo,"

"It's good to have you back Gandalf," Frodo grinned.

Eventually (after a long windy path through the hills), they had arrived at Bilbo's house and Frodo hopped off while the cart was still slowing down.

"You run off Frodo, while I say hello to Bilbo, there's a good chap." Gandalf said to him.

Frodo laughed and said,

"Oh Gandalf, stop bossing me around like that, I'm 33 now! A respectable adult! I am no longer a child!"

"Yes of course, sorry dear Frodo, but please hurry along! Go help down at the party! I'm sure they need another arm or leg,"

"Yes of course. See you later Gandalf!"

"See you later Frodo!"

But as Gandalf was just about to get off the cart, a cool breeze whistled through his ear and a voice whispered,

"Frodo is in grave danger. Tonight, you will all discover something new, something dark and dangerous and Frodo will be the only one to help us destroy it."

"Destroy what Azaelia?" Gandalf whispered back, but the wind died down and there was silence.

Frodo walked down to where the party was, whistling contently as he strolled past all the hobbit holes. He had completely forgotten Azaelia, who was sitting on top of one of the homes, an arrow poised, aiming for the rock next to him. She released the arrow, which flew at immense speed and hit the rock with a satisfying thump. Frodo saw the arrow which was poking out from the rock and plucked it off. He turned round and looked in the direction Azaelia was.

"Hi Azaelia, I can see you there's no point in hiding anymore I know it was you."

But she didn't reveal herself. Instead, a small wind picked up, and blossoms from around trees floated upwards, and created Azaelia, but entirely made out of small, delicate pink and white blossom. The blossom Azaelia suddenly spoke, which made Frodo's mouth hang wide up, she said,

"Do you like my new skill? Quite good, isn't it?"

"Yes," Frodo whispered, "extremely beautiful,"

He held out his hand and reached out to touch blossom Azaelia, but it quickly parted and floated away. He watched the blossoms peacefully slide away behind the hills.

"It's beautiful what elves can do, isn't it?" a voice said from behind him. Frodo swerved round and grinned when he saw Sam, his trusty gardener and best friend.

"Yes it is very beautiful," Frodo said, "it was Azaelia,"

"Oh Azaelia! Is she here? When can I see her?"

"Right now," Azaelia said from on top of a hobbit hole, she hopped down and gave Sam a big hug.

"Are you heading down for the party? Let's go!" Azaelia said, and she started sprinting down the hill.

"She's such a child," Sam said, smiling,

"No," Frodo said, "she's just got a wild heart."

"Frodo!" a voice echoed in his head, "Frodo!"

Frodo opened one eye and realised, it was just another memory.