A/N: This has been rewritten because when I read it on here, even I confused myself. XD
This is set in all three LOTR stories, except it only partly follows the story-line. Everyone's personality and characters had to be twisted slightly to suit this story.
Lucy and Frodo's ages are not revealed. I must point out that both are above the age of twenty, and they shall both be referred to 'girl' and 'boy' at times by older characters (e.g. Bilbo, Gandalf, Aslan…)
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Chapter 1
-Before the Adventure-
It was cold. The air of Eriador was chilled, and set a shiver up ones spine.
A girl stepped through the forests of Eriador, just above the land of the Hobbits, the Shire. She had brown hair in a short bob, pushed back with a bow.
She wore a green cardigan, and a brown plaid skirt, with grey stockings. Brown shoes covered her feet.
Lucy Pevensie sniffed a little in the cold, and tried to draw her cardigan around her tighter. It was unbearably cold, colder than it had ever been in Narnia.
Though young, she was a Queen of Narnia, along with her older sister, Susan. They had an older brother, Peter, who was the High King of Narnia.
Lucy suddenly tripped over a large branch that had fallen from a tree. She gasped in pain, reaching down and tenderly touching her shin.
She cursed herself slightly for losing her horse, which she'd fallen off before it had run away. Lucy had then trudged through a swamp, a forest and over a mountain without a horse.
Lucy, somehow, had not encountered a thing, though she carried her dagger for protection, though it didn't offer much.
Lucy winced slightly at the pain in her leg before struggling to sit it up. Because of the pain, the cold and the loneliness, Lucy began to cry. She pulled out her white handkerchief and sobbed into it.
She had been trying to reach Rohan, to talk to King Théoden about something. Why couldn't Peter have done it, she thought savagely, looking blankly at her handkerchief, which was sitting in her lap.
Something fluttered down in front of her face, and landed on her skirt. Lucy was surprised, and stopped crying for a second.
The thing melted into her skirt, leaving a damp patch behind. Another thing floated down, and Lucy quickly studied it before it hit the ground and melted away.
The thing was white, and had a strange, dazzling look to it. Lucy slowly looked up, and she grinned as she realised it was snowing!
She reached up instinctively and grasped a snowflake between her small fingers. For some reason, Lucy had always been small, about the size of a child her whole life.
The sky was white, but even that looked grey in comparison with the snow. Lucy stood up carefully, ignoring the pain in her leg.
Snow circled down in beautiful patterns, and Lucy blinked as a few snowflakes clutched to her eyelashes. It landed in her hair and on her bow.
Lucy smiled again, and stepped over another branch, walking along slowly as the whole forest was being covered in snow.
Within minutes, the grey and green forest and turned into a white wonderland, and Lucy was in awe at how beautiful it was. It could actually compete with how beautiful Narnia was when it snowed!
A rustle came from behind her, and Lucy turned around, her brown hair flying. "Hello?" she called nervously, taking a step back.
There was nothing. The snow wasn't thick, but Lucy couldn't see very far because of the trees and bushes.
"Hello?" she called again, and accidently tripped backwards over another branch. She gasped in pain as her back hit the ground hard, but other than that, she was fine.
Someone gasped loudly nearby, and Lucy scrambled to her feet. How come something decided to show up now?
"I'm too young to die," Lucy whispered in fear, and she walked backwards just one step.
Her hand brushed against a fir tree and she gasped is the needles pricked her fingers. Another gasp came from behind her, and Lucy turned slowly, frowning slightly.
She nearly screamed when she saw a face staring at her through the bushes. "Please, don't kill me! I'm armed!" With that, she pulled out her dagger and flashed it threateningly.
The figure held up their hands in surrender. 'Hey, whoa, don't attack! I was merely strolling through here!"
Lucy could see their face in the dimness of the forest trees. 'Show yourself, sir,' she snapped, noting that the voice was male.
With a sigh of surrender, the person stepped out and Lucy had to hold her breath to stop herself from gasping again.
The person was not in fact Human, but she noticed they were a Hobbit, a race not known nor living in Narnia.
But she didn't care that he wasn't human. This particular Hobbit had a small face, a straight nose and piercing blue eyes, which reminded Lucy of her own, baby blue eyes.
"Please, don't harm me. I am but a humble stroller," the Hobbit joked, noticing she wasn't going to attack.
Lucy, slowly, lowered her dagger, but did not put it away. She suddenly sneezed.
The Hobbit laughed. "Miss, I see that you are sick. I think you need shelter," he told her, taking a step towards her.
Lucy, finally trusting him, sheathed her dagger and looked at him, her hair swinging slightly and she smiled.
"I have been travelling for a long time… but I wish to return to Narnia," she began and the Hobbit smiled. "I see… A Narnian." He shook his head a little. "You're not accustomed to Middle Earth weather, are you?"
Lucy frowned a little. She had no idea what 'Middle Earth' was. "Middle Earth? What's that? Is it a second Earth or something?"
The Hobbit laughed. "No, no, you're in it. Middle Earth is basically a huge land shared amongst Men, Elves, Dwarves and Halflings."
Lucy began to shiver. The snow had finally melted in her hair and on her clothes, and was beginning to soak into her skin.
The Hobbit's eyes changed to concern. "I think you should return to the Shire with me. My uncle, Bilbo, will gladly take care of you," he offered, and Lucy looked horrified. "No! I couldn't do that, you shouldn't burden yourself with a puny Human like me…" she protested, trailing off.
The Hobbit smiled kindly. "It would an honour to have a Human as beautiful as yourself in our home," he whispered, and Lucy looked at him.
She somehow knew he wasn't lying. Back in England, she'd never had any friends, except for Edmund, and not counting Peter or Susan.
"Please?" the Hobbit asked, and Lucy grinned. "Ok," she agreed, and the Hobbit's mouth spread into a wide, enchanting smile.
Lucy suddenly held out her hand. "I'm Lucy Pevensie," she told him. The Hobbit looked at her hand, then looked at her face with an expression between confusion and disbelief.
"Oh, you shake it," Lucy instructed. The Hobbit was now thoroughly confused. "I'm seen other Humans doing this, but why do you do it?" he inquired.
Lucy opened her mouth to reply, and stopped. "I… I don't know!" she admitted. The Hobbit chuckled at her bewildered voice. "People do it when they meet each other," Lucy added, and the Hobbit continued to smile.
He lifted up his hand and pressed his thumb into Lucy's small, child-like hands. "I'm Frodo Baggins," the Hobbit finally introduced himself, shaking Lucy's hand.
Lucy giggled as she swung their hands back and forth. "Now!" Frodo declared, slowly dropping Lucy's hand and clapping his own together.
"We should get you back to Bags End, or…" He winced as Lucy sneezed again, more violently than before. "Or you're gonna get worse," Frodo finished. He quickly unclasped his cape, and swung it around Lucy's shoulders. It was a special Elvin cape that Bilbo had given him, and instantly Lucy felt much warmer.
'The heat won't last long," Frodo told her, quickly putting an arm around her shoulders and squeezing her a little to keep off the chill.
Lucy smiled up at him, but he didn't notice as he led her out of the forest into the Shire, right in Buckland.
"Frodo! Frodo Baggins!" shouted two voices, and two other Hobbits appeared. One was even smaller than Lucy!
"Not now, you two. This one here'll die of cold if I don't get her back to Bags End," Frodo told the two, and they grinned cheekily. The smaller of the two extended a hand to Lucy, who nervously took it.
Instantly, he swept into a kneel, and gently kissed her hand. "I'm Peregrin Took, Pippin for short," he told Lucy, looking up at her. Lucy blushed violently. She had never had this much attention in Narnia, why was she receiving so much here?
The other Hobbit hung back slightly before mumbling, "I'm Meriadoc Buckland." Lucy smiled at him before holding out her other hand, the one that Pippin wasn't holding. Merry, who had seen what Humans do when they meet each other, grasped her hand and shook it.
'Look, Merry, Pippin, I have to take Lucy to Bilbo. He'll know how to get her home and care for her while he's at it."
Lucy coughed. Merry, Pippin and Frodo all leapt away from her and she staggered, crashing roughly into a gate.
"Lucy!" Frodo cried, and ran to her as she fell to the ground. "Ow," she muttered as Frodo knelt next to her. "Lucy? Are you ok?" he asked.
Lucy had her face turned away from him, and he could see her hand close to her face, her fingers pressed against her temple.
"Lucy?" he asked cautiously, and she turned to look at him. Frodo, Merry and Pippin gasped. Lucy had bumped into a sharp bit on the fence, and had aggressively cut her head, under her hair.
"I am… I am bleeding?" she whispered to Frodo, who nodded nervously. Lucy looked at him one last time before she fell with a soft flump to the ground, lying still.
A fire crackling and a small "ouch!" woke Lucy up.
She didn't open her eyes, nor did she stir. Something was wrapped tightly around her head, and the fabric pressed against her skin told her she was wearing a nightgown.
Obviously Susan had come and changed her… Lucy's eyes flew open, and a blurry figure next to her said, "Good. You're awake."
Lucy didn't sit up, but just blinked her eyes till her vision cleared. The Hobbit reached over and felt her head. "Frodo tells me he found you in the forest. You were shivering, sneezing and coughing. Luckily, you just caught cold. No fever in or anything, m' dear."
The Hobbit sat back and lit a pipe. Lucy noticed he had similar eyes to Frodo. "Bilbo Baggins?" she guessed, and Bilbo laughed. "I see Frodo wasted no time in telling you who I was."
"He said you would know a way back to Narnia from the Shire," Lucy blurted, and again Bilbo laughed.
"Yes, indeed I do, miss. Aslan the Great Lion and Gandalf the Grey granted me passage there, and put a portal in the most unlikely place."
He stood up, crossed the room and flung open his wardrobe. Just passed all the fur coats, Lucy could see snow, and a familiar house…
"Mr. Tumnus!" she trilled, recognizing the art deco design. Bilbo closed the wardrobe, and the chill that had swept into the room vanished, to be replaced by the warmth from the fire.
Bilbo took his seat next to Lucy's bed again, and began smoking the pipe again. Lucy gained her chance to look around the room. She was still lying flat on her back, but her head was propped up slightly on the pillow, which gave her a good vantage point of the room.
There was a good walking stick leaning against the wall, next to the door. The walls were covered with various pictures and strange artefacts, and even a shield with Aslan's head hung over the bed.
Lucy had never been in such a strange place, but then she did live in Narnia, so she didn't mind so much.
Bilbo opened a book and started reading. "I had to force Frodo to go to bed, he'd been sitting here for two days," he told Lucy, and she gasped.
"He… He waited two days?" she yelped, and Bilbo looked up. "Umm, yes. I just said that. Frodo seems to have taken to you. Fancy that…" Bilbo looked up, at the window. He stroked his chin.
"A little human girl… You are abnormally small for a human. Do you have Hobbit genes?"
Lucy giggled, and Bilbo was happy to notice that the knock to her head hadn't taken away the sweetness of her laugh.
"No, sorry. I've been mistaken for a Hobbit before, but no, I'm most definitely human." She smiled.
Bilbo and Lucy heard a door open and the floorboards creep. "I swear," Bilbo muttered, standing up. "If I didn't keep catching him every ten minutes, that boy would die of exhaustion."
"Wait!" Lucy protested. Bilbo glanced at her. Lucy blushed and muttered, "Let him in. Please?" Bilbo shook his head. "You need rest, Lucy," he tried to say, but Lucy interrupted.
"I'm still lying down, how much more restier can I get?" Lucy reasoned, and Bilbo gave in. "Ok, I'll let him in."
The moment Bilbo was gone from the room (he didn't bother telling Frodo, he just pretended he didn't know he was there, therefore Frodo never knew he was actually allowed in, and he didn't have to sneak in) Lucy relaxed a little more on the bed and waited as Frodo cautiously peered around the corner, and sighed silently when he saw she was awake.
"Lucy," he said happily, and quickly tiptoed over and sat in Bilbo's vacant seat.
"I doubt Bilbo will be gone long, but I'll stay here for a bit," he whispered to Lucy, and she giggled.
"Frodo…" she began, and her smile faded. Even Frodo's cheeriness died. "What's wrong?" he asked nervously, and Lucy looked at her hands.
"When I'm better, I have to go back to Narnia." Frodo's face hardened and he turned away. "Frodo, no, don't be mad. But I have to tell Susan and Peter I'm ok. I've been gone a really long time, you don't want Peter committing war against Middle Earth, do you?" Lucy quickly added, and Frodo turned to looked back at her.
"Well… ok. If you promise to come back," he added, and Lucy was surprised. "Why would you want me, of all people, to come back? You'd rather my sister, Susan, she's more prettier than me, and smarter, you'd get on better with her."
Even at the mere mention of it, Lucy felt a little sad because she did think Susan was way prettier and smarter than her, and she was sure the moment Frodo saw Susan he would forget all about Lucy.
"But why would I do that?" a voice interrupted her thoughts, and Lucy's mind returned from Narnia. "Well, all my other friends have, maybe I'm just not meant to have friends…" Lucy's voice trailed off. Frodo was mad at her for ever thinking that, and quickly clutched her cold hands in his. "I would never do that to you. You're so nice, and sweet, why would I pick someone who's probably never going to be as kind to me as you have?" Frodo protested, and Lucy felt like crying. It was the nicest thing anyone had ever said to her.
"I'm gonna miss you, Frodo," she admitted, surprised she was feeling this way, even though she'd only just met Frodo.
Frodo smiled. "And I shall miss you, Miss Pevensie. Now get some rest." Lucy lay back again, and she felt a little shiver go down her spine as Frodo reached over and tucked her hair back out of her face. He smiled again, and left the room as Bilbo's footsteps echoed from the other end of the house and the sound of Frodo's gardener, Sam's, shears from just outside the window.
Lucy still felt happy, and she began to shiver like crazy as she reached up and gently touched her hair, where Frodo had tucked it behind her ear.
Lucy felt strangely warm, and the feeling was spreading through her entire system. Still smiling, she drifted off to sleep again.
The next day, Lucy returned to Narnia without Frodo or Bilbo knowing. All Frodo knew was that he was going into her room (which was actually Bilbo's, though he gave it to Lucy for her stay) and finding she was gone.
The wardrobe door was wide open. "Lucy?" Frodo asked to the room, as though expecting her to pop out of the wardrobe or slide out from under the bed.
He spotted something of hers. He wouldn't have seen it was there if it hadn't been moving a little in the breeze that drifted from the wardrobe.
Frodo quickly went up and snatched it off the bedpost. It was Lucy's green cardigan, the one she had been wearing when they first met. In one of the pockets was her hair-bow.
Frodo just stared at both items for what seemed like hours. And his gaze kept drifting to the wardrobe, its doors were looking menacing, swinging slightly on their hinges.
Frodo didn't notice as the sun set and the room was plunged into darkness. Only a faint light from the lamppost that could just be seen through the wardrobe lit up the floor of the room.
Finally, Bilbo walked in, carrying a candle. "Frodo?" he said, frowning at his nephew. Frodo didn't move.
"Frodo, she will be back. Just be patient,' Bilbo told him after he spotted Lucy's things.
Frodo nodded stiffly. "She could've at least said good-bye,' he snapped, and Bilbo winced as he lit the lamp.
"Don't worry. She will be back… or you could visit her."
Frodo's head snapped up, and Bilbo silently cheered himself at striking gold. "How, uncle? How?" Frodo asked, whirling to face Bilbo.
Bilbo nodded at the wardrobe. "Can I go now?" Frodo begged, and Bilbo laughed. "I don't care when you go, m' boy! Just tell me before you leave!"
Bilbo had barely turned away when Frodo said, "Bye Bilbo!" and vanished into the wardrobe.
Bilbo chuckled. "It's amazing what a new friendship can do to the mind," he muttered as he shuffled out to find his pipe.
After these events, Frodo and Lucy became fast friends, and somehow managed to hang out a lot. The wardrobe led to the mountains in Narnia, which was not even a days' ride from Cair Paravel, though Frodo visited so much that Susan and Peter restricted his visits to once a month.
Frodo actually found it quite hard to stay away from Lucy that long, so they arranged to meet secretly near the field of Beruna, where Peter fought his first battle and Lucy saved a friend's life. However, because that friend (Edmund) had been a traitor, he wasn't allowed to become king.
Outraged, he left Narnia, and vowed never to return.
Frodo and Lucy had a picnic, and talked about all sorts of things.
"Lucy…" Frodo said at one point. "Yes?" Lucy answered. They were lying side by side, with their hands behind their heads and they were gazing up at the sky.
"Remember when you said when I met Susan I would forget about you?" Frodo continued, and he saw Lucy cringe out the corner of his eye.
"Let me guess, I was right, huh?" she answered stiffly, and Frodo chuckled. "No, silly," he said, rolling onto his side, propping his head up by his elbow and gazing at Lucy.
Lucy shifted onto her side so she could look at him too. "But… I thought…" she stuttered, unable to find the right words.
Somehow, just looking at Frodo was making her feel hot in the face, and that warm feeling spread through her body. She realised she felt safe around Frodo. He gave a strange sense of protection.
"I don't even find your sister all that beautiful,' Frodo whispered, and Lucy had to strain to hear, he was talking so quietly. A funny feeling suddenly struck through her body, causing her heart to thump crazily.
"You're lying," she tried to protest, but she couldn't find the words. "She is, she's gorgeous, she's gonna end up marrying that handsome Prince Caspian in the future," she managed to choke out, and Frodo laughed.
"Her beauty… is nothing…" Lucy closed her eyes as he finished, "Compared to yours."
That set her off. Lucy felt her face go really hot, her cheeks were as red as her dress, and butterflies began flitting around in her stomach.
Frodo… Frodo Baggins, a Hobbit… had just called her beautiful! Lucy never thought she'd see the day or hear the words.
She opened her eyes as Frodo reached forward and placed his fingers to her cheek.
"Close your eyes…" he whispered softly, and Lucy found her eyes obediently sliding closed.
Frodo's hand was cool against her cheek, and her heart was almost breaking her ribcage.
"Breathe, Lucy. It's only me," Frodo told her gently, and Lucy whispered, "You're the reason. Frodo… I…" She sat up, and Frodo pulled away in surprise.
"What did I do?" he asked, and Lucy shook her head. "You have to be bluffing. No one would ever love me or think I'm beautiful… especially next to Susan…" she trailed off, trying to not let the tears that had appeared in her eyes fall.
Frodo reached up (for he was still lying down), grasped her hand, pulled her back down and hugged her to his chest.
Finally. She was in his arms, something he had wanted ever since he'd laid eyes on her.
"Lucy… you're so beautiful. How can anyone not notice?" he asked, and Lucy just shook her head. "Because Susan is more beautiful than me, don't you see?"
Frodo shook his head. "No, I can't see. You blind me from her beauty, because I'm blinded by yours."
Lucy started shaking violently in his arms, and she rolled a little to look up at him. She gently pulled her arm free from Frodo's embrace and softly touched his lips.
Frodo closed his eyes as he felt Lucy's finger trail over his nose, his lips and his closed eyes. "You're eyes are so beautiful," Lucy told him, and Frodo smiled. "Not as beautiful as yours," he argued, and Lucy giggled, her sweet laughter filling his ears.
"Lucy, the reason I never wanted you to leave was because… I thought you were utterly beautiful, and I wanted you all to myself. I wanted to keep you, and hide you from everyone, barring Bilbo. But you left, and that helped me to realise you're more than just a pretty girl. You have a sense of humour, and you're smart, and you took the time to become my friend, though you were positive I would leave… I would never leave, Lucy Pevensie, because I love you too much."
Lucy gave a great shudder of shock in his arms, and his eyes flew open. He found she was crying. "Lucy? What's wrong?" he asked hurriedly, believing he'd hurt her in some way.
"I'm not upset, I'm so happy that someone who isn't my family actually loves me," Lucy sobbed. Frodo pulled out his handkerchief, and dried each of her tears as it trailed down her cheek.
Soon, she stopped crying, and Frodo put the handkerchief away.
"Lucy Pevensie, dry your tears," he said in Pippin's voice, and Lucy laughed, sniffling slightly.
"Thank you, Frodo. I love you as well." Before Frodo could say another word, Lucy stretched up in his arms and gently kissed his lips.
Frodo started slightly, and he felt Lucy's heart crashing around like mad in her chest, because her whole body was vibrating.
Lucy could smell Frodo's sweet breath (ok, I must say that all Hobbit's have nice breath, even though they don't brush their teeth) and she sighed.
Frodo finally pulled away, and gazed into Lucy's gorgeous, baby-blue eyes and grinned.
"One thing, Lu," he murmured, as he lay back and Lucy rested her head on his chest. She looked at him. "Yes?"
He grinned cheekily. "Don't even think about moving in with me. You'll have to put up with Bilbo, and trust me at times you don't want to do that!"
Lucy laughed loudly at this crazy accusation, and Frodo joined in.
Yay! I succeeded in rewriting it! R&R and tell me what you think of the new and improved version!
I like it better than my old on, the old one confused even me, as I said in the A/N. XD
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