Frodo and everything else belong to Tolkien. This is Pre-LOTR. I hope you like this!
A Piece of My Heart
"Frodo! Where have you got to?" Bilbo called as he walked through the small woods near their home.
It was a crisp cold morning, just the being of winter in the Shire. They had been walking together when Bilbo had thought he had heard something and turned. When he had looked back, he found his nephew gone.
"Frodo!" he yelled again, worry starting to grow in him.
"I am here, Uncle!" Frodo's voice drifted down to him.
"Where?" Bilbo called.
There was a rustle and suddenly Bilbo found himself looking at Frodo hanging upside down from a tree limb. The nineteen-year-old hobbit lad giggled at his Uncle's startled look.
"What are you doing up there?" Bilbo asked in mock sternness.
"Just climbing," Frodo said and grinned.
"Well, come down before you hurt yourself," Bilbo said.
Frodo laughed and disappeared into the tree branches. Then he dropped down to the ground beside Bilbo.
"Your going to get yourself killed one of these days," Bilbo sighed, though there was a twinkle of merriment in his eyes.
"Not for quiet a while, Uncle," Frodo said and grinned.
Bilbo gave up his tirade and smiled, "Come on, dear boy. We had best get home before that storm comes up."
They then started on their way home.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Later that night, the first snowstorm of the season came. It was pitch black; bitter cold, the wind was blowing strongly, and snow was falling hard. Which is why it surprised Bilbo when he heard a knock on the door. He went to it and quickly let the hobbit at the door in.
"Mister Gamgee, what brings you here in this horrible weather?" Bilbo asked.
"Its my son, Master Baggins. He went out a while before the storm and he has not returned. Have you seen him?" Gamgee asked, worry vivid in his eyes.
"We have not, but I will help in the search," Bilbo said.
"I wish to help as well," Frodo said as he came up behind Bilbo.
"No, Frodo, its much too dangerous for you," Bilbo said.
"If it is dangerous for me, its deadly for Sam. You taught me well enough to survive if I come to trouble. We don't have time to discuss this," Frodo said.
Bilbo looked into the expressive eyes of his nephew and knew he would not win.
"Get our heavy coats," he said.
Frodo nodded and ran off. He returned quickly and handed Bilbo his coat while putting his own on. Once they were ready, they headed out into the blizzard.
A Piece of My Heart
"Frodo! Where have you got to?" Bilbo called as he walked through the small woods near their home.
It was a crisp cold morning, just the being of winter in the Shire. They had been walking together when Bilbo had thought he had heard something and turned. When he had looked back, he found his nephew gone.
"Frodo!" he yelled again, worry starting to grow in him.
"I am here, Uncle!" Frodo's voice drifted down to him.
"Where?" Bilbo called.
There was a rustle and suddenly Bilbo found himself looking at Frodo hanging upside down from a tree limb. The nineteen-year-old hobbit lad giggled at his Uncle's startled look.
"What are you doing up there?" Bilbo asked in mock sternness.
"Just climbing," Frodo said and grinned.
"Well, come down before you hurt yourself," Bilbo said.
Frodo laughed and disappeared into the tree branches. Then he dropped down to the ground beside Bilbo.
"Your going to get yourself killed one of these days," Bilbo sighed, though there was a twinkle of merriment in his eyes.
"Not for quiet a while, Uncle," Frodo said and grinned.
Bilbo gave up his tirade and smiled, "Come on, dear boy. We had best get home before that storm comes up."
They then started on their way home.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Later that night, the first snowstorm of the season came. It was pitch black; bitter cold, the wind was blowing strongly, and snow was falling hard. Which is why it surprised Bilbo when he heard a knock on the door. He went to it and quickly let the hobbit at the door in.
"Mister Gamgee, what brings you here in this horrible weather?" Bilbo asked.
"Its my son, Master Baggins. He went out a while before the storm and he has not returned. Have you seen him?" Gamgee asked, worry vivid in his eyes.
"We have not, but I will help in the search," Bilbo said.
"I wish to help as well," Frodo said as he came up behind Bilbo.
"No, Frodo, its much too dangerous for you," Bilbo said.
"If it is dangerous for me, its deadly for Sam. You taught me well enough to survive if I come to trouble. We don't have time to discuss this," Frodo said.
Bilbo looked into the expressive eyes of his nephew and knew he would not win.
"Get our heavy coats," he said.
Frodo nodded and ran off. He returned quickly and handed Bilbo his coat while putting his own on. Once they were ready, they headed out into the blizzard.