A particularly small Hobbit was walking down the road, his large feet kicking up dust as he skipped. He stopped when he reached a fair sized Hobbit-hole, and he pushed open the round door, and walked into the entry hall.
"Dad, I'm home!" He called.
"In here, my boy." Was the answer.
The small Hobbit walked into their sitting room, where his father, an older Hobbit with white hair and a pipe sticking out of his mouth was sitting on a wooden rocking chair by the fire.
"Have you got the carrots from Old Bill?"
"Yes Dad." the Hobbit replied to his father, setting down his wicker basket on the floor.
"Good, good." Replied his father leaning back in his chair. "And I suppose you want to hear another story about the Ring?"
"Yes please father!" The young Hobbit could not contain his excitement as he sat down on the floor in front of his dad. He loved stories about the Third Age.
"Alright, and what should we hear today? How about Meriadoc Brandybuck and Peregrin Took, and how they stormed Isengard with their army of Tree Guardians? Or about Frodo Baggins and Samwise Gamgee, and their journey to destroy the One?"
"About Frodo and Sam please Father."
"Alright then, where shall we begin? Ah yes, how about their journey into Mordor, and how they managed to destroy the Ring? Frodo and Sam were traveling through Emyn Muil, a labyrinth of rocks, and were quickly losing hope of seeing the outside world again, when they met up with Gollum, who was to be their --"
"Guide, I know, Scotty Proudfoot told me all about how Faramir the Captain of Gondor captured them and then let them go and --"
"Well then, my lad, it seems you know a fair bit already, so where should our story begin?"
"Please tell me about Mt. Doom father, did they really travel all the way into Mordor?"
"Yes my boy, they did."
"Frodo was really courageous, wasn't he dad?"
"Yes m'boy, the most famousist of Hobbits, and that's saying a lot you know. Just think about the Old Took and Bilbo Baggins and all that they did."
"Can you tell me more about Sam dad, he's one of the chief characters too. Scotty told me that Frodo wouldn't have gotten far without Sam."
"That is very true, Sam helped Frodo and Frodo helped Sam. They were a good match them two, and I hear that you old Great Aunt Lily, Goldilocks' daughter, is still living up there in Bag End. Her ninety-ninth birthday party is next week, and I do expect we'll be invited."
"Oh yay!" Exclaimed the little Hobbit, who looked forward to the present he would be getting. Old Lily Gamgee had a reputation of handing out extraordinarily gifts, ranging from a shovel to potatoes, and sometimes even objects from the realms of Rohan and Gondor.
"And now, I think it's time for some young Hobbits to go to their beds, so they can be up early tomorrow for the King of Gondor's vist."
"Is it that time of year already?" The Hobbit asked, trying to take his father's attention away from the fact that he had to go to bed. In truth, he actually didn't forget about the King's visit, because ever since the visit's of King Aragorn, which only a select few remembered, once a year the current King of Gondor, would come by and say hello to the Hobbits of the Shire.
"Yes it is, and now off to bed with you!" The white-haired Hobbit waved the younger away with a shooing motion of his hands, and the small Hobbit reluctantly walked back t his room.
The Old Hobbit sat back in his chair and gave a rather long puff of his pipe. Yes, Boromir remembered his father's father, Faramir Took, and Boromir certainly remembered all of the stories told to him about his namesake, and the Ring. But now, life was good. The Shire was peaceful and green, as it should have been.
A/N: Well, there you have, one of the shortest LotR fanfics ever! Review please!