I hope the prologue didn't bore you. I hope this chapter is a bit better.
I don't own Fairy Tail or Lord of the Rings (I wish!)
I do however own this specific piece of writing!
The Shire is a very peaceful place, full of farmland and gorgeous fields. It is also the home to a race called Hobbits. They are small peaceful creatures, only children in the eyes of men. They have small pointed ears, large hairy feet, and aren't the smartest creatures. But despite their lack of intelligence, they excel in other things, such as farming.
In a small section of the Shire was a place called Hobbiton. Just like the rest of the Shire, it was full of country land, ripe for the taking. Hobbit holes covered the hills. Hobbit holes were the unique homes of the hobbits dug right into the hills. Though most would think them dirty and strange, their homes were clean and well taken care of. Everyone knew one another and nobody was a stranger in Hobbiton.
Hobbits very rarely leave the Shire. For centuries it has been their home and no one could even imagine leaving. It doesn't bother them too much that they aren't well known or famed; they are content with the life they live and would never want it to change. Life in the Shire is truly and utterly-"
Knock Knock Knock
Pantherlily's hand suddenly slipped at the sound of the recurring thump at the door, streaking ink across the paper. The old hobbit growled, frustrated with his annoying neighbors. He scratched the top of his graying head as he flipped to a new page. He was about to start rewriting the paragraph of his book when the loud thumbing resonated from his door again. He growled at the back of his through, sick of people bothering his peace and quiet.
"Happy! Get the door!" he called into his home. The long hallways echoed with the sound of his voice. He spun around in his chair, eyebrow raised.
"Happy?" there was still no answer. Sighing, the man rose from his seat, exiting his study.
"Happy, are you home?" he called down the hall, putting his hand up against the round doorway. His patience was growing thin from the lack of answer. He threw his hands back to their resting places. He suddenly sucked in a breath, his dark eyes widening. He patted his sides frantically.
"W-Where is it?" He ran into the hallway, searching for the last coat he wore. He tore through his closet desperately, checking every pocket. He began to grow angry, throwing the coats from the closet and onto polished floor. Fear evident on his aging face. Pantherlily racked a hand through his hair, his other landing on his vest pocket. He felt something strange from the pocket, feeling it around.
He let out a sigh of relief, sticking his hand in the pocket and pulling out the object within. In the palm of his was a simple golden ring. He fisted his hand around the small trinket. It was his life. Without it he was nothing and he knew that. It was unhealthy to be so obsessed by such a small object, but he couldn't help himself.
Looking down the hallway of his home, Lily remembered what had prompted the sudden search in the first place.
"Happy!"
FAIRY TAIL
Underneath a large oak tree laid a young hobbit. His head was covered with shaggy blue hair along with the tops of his large feet. He wore a green shirt with brown pants and suspenders. The boy slept happily under the shade of the tree, basking in the warmth of the afternoon heat.
He was startled awake by the sound of a cart rolling down the dirt road not far from his resting place. His large, dark eyes shot open and scanned the area. His eyes fell on a donkey drawn wagon. In the front seat sat a small, old man. The man wore gray robes and a pointed gray hat. He whistled a merry tune, his small gray beard flying slightly in the wind. At the sight of the man, the small hobbit smiled and hopped to his feet and ran over to the dirt road. The old man saw the hobbit approach his wagon and pulled on the reins, stopping the donkey. The blue haired boy stood on top of a large stone, putting him at the same height as the graying man. He playfully put his hands on his hips.
"You're late," he said in a matter of fact tone. The old man grabbed the rim of his pointed hat, tilting it so he could better see the hobbit.
"A wizard is never late Happy, nor is he early. He arrives exactly when he intends to."
Happy and the wizard stared at each other for what felt like hours. Eventually, the two smiled, no longer able to fake seriousness. They both burst out into laughter. Without warning, Happy leaped from his spot and hugged the old man. He fell back from the impact but quickly repositioned himself.
"I'm so glad you're here Makarov!"
Makarov chuckled, "Did you really think I would miss you're uncle's birthday?"
Happy shook his head, pulling away from Makarov's embrace, "I had a feeling you would come. Uncle Lily is going to be so happy to see you."
"I have no doubt about it."
"Did you bring your fireworks?" Happy asked excitedly. Makarov pointed his thumb to the back of his cart. Happy smiled at the large variety of fireworks. They came in all colors, shapes, and sizes.
"Why wouldn't I bring fireworks to a party?" Makarov asked.
"Fair point."
"Come, let's talk Happy. I haven't seen you in ages." Happy took a seat beside the old wizard as he grabbed the reins. The donkey started up again and the two slowly made their way toward Hobbiton. Happy and Makarov glanced at all the colorful flowers and plants lining the roadside as they entered the small town. People rushed in every direction without a care in the world. Makarov could see large tents being set up in a small field a ways off. He smiled as he saw a small group of hobbits raising a sign at the entrance that read "Happy 111th Birthday Pantherlily!"
"How is your uncle, Happy?" Makarov asked the blue haired hobbit that was also admiring the birthday decorations. He looked up at the wizard and shrugged.
"You know Uncle Lily, ever since you came here he's been a new man. Whether that's a good thing or not I have no idea." Makarov smiled knowingly. When he first came to Hobbiton, Lily had been a person who hated change. He would rather sit at home, doing nothing noteworthy. But after their adventure journeying to the dwarf kingdom of Erebor, Lily had been a changed man, always craving adventure. Makarov was very proud of himself, adding spice to Lily's life.
"Although, he has been acting pretty strange lately," Happy said, looking down at his hairy feet. Makarov eyed him curiously.
"Strange how?"
"I see him shifting through old maps. And on one occasion I saw him packing some stuff. Do you know what this is all about?" he asked, his eyes large and pleading.
"Now what makes you think I know why he's acting off?"
Happy's eyelids dropped slightly, an are-you-kidding-me look present on his face, "I bet you know something."
"I'm sure there's nothing to worry about." However the scowl on the wizards face told otherwise. He had a pretty good idea what Pantherlily was planning, he had spoken about it once, but he didn't want to worry Happy. The two continued their journey in peaceful silence. The two smiled as a small group of children spotted Makarov and ran after the cart, cheering for is fireworks. A pang of sympathy hit Happy's heart as they continued to travel down the road, the small children sighing sadly, begging him to come back. Happy cast Makarov a glance, wondering if he was going to let those children down.
Happy jumped in his seat when a bunch of small fireworks went off in the back of the cart, earning happy squeals and cheers from the children. Makarov laughed, he really did love children. Makarov stopped the cart a few houses away from Lily's home. Happy hoped out, turning to the wizard one last time.
"I'm going to go help with the setup, I'll see you tonight Makarov." The wizard waved to him as he ran off. He smiled to himself. Lily was lucky to have such an exuberant young soul living with him.
Not for much longer, he thought sadly. Sighing, the wizard grabbed his magic staff and hopped off his wagon. Dust flew from the ground as he made impact with the road. The old man took his time as he strolled toward his old friends house. It was slightly nicer than the other hobbit holes. The flowers were well tended to; Lily's gardener must be a professional. The grass was a fresh green and it smelt just as refreshing as the flowers growing through it. There was a cobblestone path leading up to the front door and a fence separating the lawn from the dirt path.
The old man scoffed at the "No Admittance" sign nailed onto the front fence. How antisocial was he? Ignoring the sign, Makarov opened the gate and leisurely strolled to the large, green, oval door of Lily's home. He banged his staff upon the wooden surface, listening the shuffling inside.
"Go away!" a frustrated voice sounded from the other side, "I'm not dealing with party guests right now!"
"And what about old friends?" Makarov smiled. He heard rushed thumping beyond the door and the clicking of the doors lock. The green door swung open to reveal an old hobbit. His black hair was tinted with gray, a scar sat next to his left eye. The small hobbit's eyes widened and a grin spread on his face at the man before him.
"Makarov?"
"Hello Lily."
"Makarov, my old friend!" The two embraced each other, delighted to be in each other's presence. Makarov pulled away and eyed his friend in wonder.
"You haven't aged a day." Other than his graying hair, Lily looked almost the same as he did when Makarov first met him. Lily laughed at his comment.
"And you have? You wizards take forever to age." Makarov clapped his friend on the shoulder playfully.
"Come in, come in, I can make you some tea," said Pantherlily, making room for the wizard to enter his home. As Makarov stepped through the threshold, Lily ran into the next room, talking about the different options of beverages he had. Makarov stared at the interior of the hobbit hole. He had seen it all before, but the engineering of the hobbits never ceased to amaze him. He cried out in pain when his leg banged up against an ottoman sitting in the middle of the hallway. He grumbled incoherently, walking into Lily's foyer.
Papers were scattered across the table. Finding them of interest, the wizard wandered over to the piece of furniture, picking up the first piece of paper. He smiled blissfully, recognizing the specific piece of paper. It was the map to the Lonely Mountain, the dwarf kingdom of Erebor. Memories of that adventure resurfaced in Makarov's mind, it was one of his favorites.
"I can make some biscuits if you'd like," Lily finished his rambling as he entered his foyer. He was surprised to find that the wizard wasn't anywhere in view. He could have sworn he saw him in there.
"Just tea, thank you." Lily jumped and spun around, surprised to find Makarov standing behind him. Lily calmed his heartbeat and walked into the kitchen with Makarov.
As the wizard took a seat at the kitchen table, Pantherlily started making the tea. Makarov watched his every move.
"Happy suspects something Lily," he said, filling the silence. Lily stopped in his actions before chuckling humorlessly.
"Of course he does. He may not be the smartest tool in the shed, but he has his moments. I have no doubt he suspects something."
"I take it you're not going to tell him about you leaving?" said Makarov, his beard shifting as he spoke. Pantherlily finished brewing the tea and placed a dainty cup in front of Makarov. The wizard blew on it gently. He watched from the corner of his eye as Lily strolled over to the kitchen window.
"I want to see the world again Makarov. I want to climb mountains, cross rivers, and dare I say it, fight dragons!"
"That's a bit extreme don't you think?"
"Not in the least." Lily held his hands behind his back, staring longingly out his window. " The world has so much to offer, and I only caught a glimpse of it. I want to see it all again. That's why I'm taking this holiday," he let a sad sigh fly from his lips, "and I don't intend on coming back."
Makarov took a small sip of his tea, afraid of burning his tongue, "and you'll leave everything to Happy?"
Lily nodded, clenching and unclenching his fists repeatedly, "Yes, everything."
Makarov raised a questioning eye, wondering if Pantherlily was hiding something. He soon shrugged it off and continued drinking his beverage. Hours passed, the sun slowly setting, and the two friends reminisced like old times. They were sitting on a grassy hill overlooking the celebration that was about to start. The lights of the tents were the only ones on throughout all of Hobbiton. Makarov and Pantherlily smoked their pipes in content, marveling the sight before them.
"I really am going to miss this place though," Lily said, pulling his pipe away from his mouth and blowing some smoke from it. A small ring of smoke floated away from the two, "I know Happy will be fine without me."
Makarov nodded. Taking another puff from his pipe, he blew out a wisp of air, exactly in the shape of a boat. The boat flew through the ring Pantherlily had created and the two disappeared into the night sky. Makarov and Lily chuckled.
"Makarov, my old friend," Lily spoke, putting his pipe back up to his lips, "this will be a night to remember."
I hope you all liked this chapter. I got pretty bored writing it. Sorry! Until next time!