The Secret Life of Mr. Frodo Baggins
Frodo said goodbye to Samwise and Rosie once more before closing the front door of Bag End. He looked up at the clock and saw he had still half an hour before his guest arrived. He spent that time cleaning things up. He was usually a neat hobbit even though he was a bachelor but he had just had a little party with some of his friends including Pippin and his wife, Merry with his wife and of course his dear friend Sam and his lovely wife.
He poured some wine into some glasses in case his guest got thirsty. He looked up at the clock again. He still had five minutes. He went and got himself presentable. He combed his curly hair to make it look as neat as it could possibly be. He put on his best shirt, vest and trousers.
He heard someone knock on the back door and looked up at the clock again. His guest was early. He checked himself one last time and went to answer it.
He knocked a series of three knocks and got the reply they had fixed up some years ago. He slowly opened the door after snuffing the lamp beside the door so no one would see the door being opened. He quickly ushered his guest in and took the hobbit's cloak. He relit the light and smiled at his guest.
"Good Evening Miss," he said with a small bow.
His companion giggled. "Good Evening Frodo." She dropped him a curtsy.
Then they started laughing. "Come I'm sure your thirsty." He led her to the kitchen and pulled out a chair for her.
They sat for about an hour making small talk and sipping wine. They kept glancing at each other slyly when they thought the other wasn't looking. Finally when they had run out of polite conversation they sat awkwardly.
Frodo looked out the window to the Shire with a thoughtful face. His companion swirled her wine in her glass and watched the contents make a miniature whirlpool.
"Do you remember what you had said to me oh, what was it about 6 years ago? What you said about me?" she asked.
Frodo continued to look out the window. "Yes, I remember." He looked at her. "I said you were the most beautiful thing that ever walked the Middle Earth."
She blushed and ducked her head.
"I have also seen some beautiful things on my journey to destroy the you know what. I have seen graceful Elves. I've seen the grandness of Gondor. I've seen the fields in full bloom where Faramir now lives. I've seen many wonderful things." He paused and looked back out the window. He could sense his companion sink in spirit. He knew that if he didn't say something soon. She would start yelling at him. He was nervous about what he was about to say. He could feel the anger swelling in her and he knew she was going to burst.
"But none are as beautiful or wonderful as you my dear," he said as he turned to her again. He could see the anger melting away from her as the Ring had done in Mount Doom.
She blushed again and looked away. "I'm glad to know you still think that Frodo because I still think what I had said about you that many years ago too."
Frodo gave a smile. "I'm the most cocky, devilishly handsome hobbit you ever met?"
She gave a laugh. "You still remember."
"Of course I did. You said it to me when we had gotten lost in the forest and I'll never forget that night." He smiled and refilled their glasses. "That was the night I had my first kiss with a girl."
"Oh come off it Frodo! As handsome as you are I bet there have been many a hobbit lass who have chased you."
Now it was his turn to laugh. "I bet that would have happened if everyone didn't think my Uncle and I to be cracked."
She giggled at that. It was true. Most everyone in the Shire thought that Bilbo Baggins was cracked and that Frodo was well on his way. Of course after his little adventure everyone was sure he was cracked all the way now.
Frodo watched her giggle and believed what he had said. She was the most wonderful person he had ever known. He looked away sheepishly when he saw that she had noticed him staring at her.
She smiled at him, reached over and patted his hand. She also believed what she had said all those long 6 years ago. A lot had happened since then. Even though they had known each other since they were a young lass and young lad. Something had sort of blossomed between them. They had been best friends along with Pippin and Merry. She had been quite a little tomboy but had grown more ladylike when he had left to live with his uncle.
Frodo looked at her hand strangely and followed it up her arm to her face. She could read him like a book. He still felt strongly about her after all these six years. She smiled and fluttered her eyes at him, which she saw made him fidget.
He quickly stood and walked to the window with his hands clasped behind his back and sighed.
She stood up to and placed her hands on his shoulders. "It's okay Frodo. If you want I could leave right now. I see that my being here is upsetting you." She was about to go gather her cloak when Frodo grabbed her wrist.
"No it's okay. I'm sorry my dear. Today just happens to be a cruel anniversary of mine." He rubbed his shoulder where there was an old sword wound from Weathertop.
She knew of the wound that plagued him since that night up there. "Here let me take a look at it Frodo. I'll see if I can ease it a wee bit."
He unbuttoned his vest and shirt and draped them on a chair. She took some dried herbs from a pouch she always carried around with her. Her being an herbalist and all. She dampened them with some water and put it on his wound.
"You always know how to make things better," Frodo sighed.
She looked down at him and saw that he was a bit more chiseled since she had last seen him. He must have been taking a lot of walks. And of course he would bend down to practice his rock throwing. He took it after his uncle. Bilbo used to be such a good shoot that animals would scurry away real fast when they saw him stoop down.
He closed his eyes and let her rub his shoulders. She gently played with his hair on top of his head and loved running her hands through it. When she saw him take a deep breath she almost burst with passion for this hobbit. He was cocky and devilishly handsome but with him without his shirt just mixed something else into that mix of emotions toward this admirable hobbit.
She leaned down and kissed him softly on the lips. He sat up quickly and looked at her strangely. She smiled and said, "There you can add that to your store of kisses stolen from me Mr. Frodo Baggins."
He looked at her with a confused look on his face for a second then smiled. "My dear. My dear. That is but my second kiss from you so I don't have much of a store."
"Then we should fix that," she grinned at him.
He stood up and she walked around to the other side of the table. He tried to walk to the right to get to her but she went the other way. "Oh so now you want to play games my dear?"
"You're going to have to earn you're kisses from now on Mr. Baggins or you would get too lazy."
He laughed at that and dashed around the table just to have her on the other side. She started to skip through Bag End giggling the whole way while teasing him. She would let him catch up just to be gone in a swirl of a skirt. Finally tired she stopped in the parlor and sat down at one of the sofas in front of the happily glowing fireplace. He peeked in the room and gave a laugh.
"What ever happened to my friend who could run all day without getting too tired?" He sat down next to her and caught his own breath.
She laughed at him. "I should ask the same about you."
"I walk now. I don't run except down a hill in a field far from prying eyes."
After they caught their breaths Frodo tapped her on the shoulder. He smiled. "I believe I've caught up with you."
She smiled at him. "You little devil you. Asking me to give away kisses just because you caught me."
He smiled slyly at her, quickly circled her waist with his arm and gave her a little kiss. He moved back but kept his arm around her waist. "I hope you don't mind me stealing one."
"I'll just steal it back." She leaned over and gave him a kiss. This time though it lasted longer.
When they slowly separated they both knew they had felt something there. She had meant for it to be a quick one like the one from earlier but their lips told them to stay longer. She had felt something coming from him that radiated from him that she hadn't noticed from him for years. He was happy. Not just a happy, happy but a content happy.
He had felt something radiating from her too. He could feel love coming from her as she sat next to him with his arm around her. He felt the same away about her and she could see it in his eyes.
They came together again but for a longer time this time. He hadn't kissed anyone else other than her 6 years before but that was a little peck on the lips but his hands seemed to know what to do. One of his hands wound up at the back of her head. He could feel the softness of her curly honey hair on the back of his hand. The other stayed on her waist. He acted like a little gentleman while she acted differently.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and introduced him to something new. Her tongue made its way into his mouth, which startled him slightly. But he kept kissing her anyway. He kind of liked it. Her hands wandered to his chest and felt his chest. It was quite firm. Then her hands made their way to his outer legs and started rubbing them softly with her hands.
After awhile they gently pulled away and looked at each other. Both their eyes were feverish but they stopped before they went to far or else it wouldn't be respectable. They smiled to each other with twin smiles of simple love.
They spent the next few hours just sitting and talking about old times. Once in a while they would trade soft little kisses then sit comfortably enjoying each other's presence.
When she looked up at the clock she saw the time and gave a little sigh. She poked Frodo in the shoulder. He had fallen asleep and woke up with a small groan. "What time is it?"
"Time for me to leave my dear Frodo Baggins."
He looked at the clock and gave a sigh. "Ah, well."
He helped her get her cloak, put it on and was about to open the door. He looked at her. "Try to come back soon to visit my dear." He gave her a bow.
She gave him another curtsy and patted his cheek softly. "Until next time my dear, dear friend Frodo." She gave him a kiss on the lips, opened the door, looked around to make sure no one was around, she could hear a roar coming from the Green Dragon, smiled at him and slipped back home to the other side of the Brandywine River.
"Goodbye Eliphia," he called after the figure that darted across the road. It stopped, gave a final wave and continued its way across the fields.
Frodo smiled, closed the door and looked around his home. Nothing suspicious here.
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