Yay! My first "serious" story!! Like, EVER! Not just LOTR, but EVER!! Wow. Okay, I hope this turns out alright. Oh ya, like everybody else, I don't own anything except my toothbrush...but my parents keep telling me that I don't even own that since they bought it for me. So I said they could take it back if they wanted to...but they never do, so it's mine. Anyways, on with the story:

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Knock! Knock! Knock! Old Talitha smiled and looked up from her crocheting, those pesky grandchildren, always hanging around the house all day, never giving her a moment's peace. But she couldn't help but love them. "I don't want anymore grandchildren asking for cakes, pies, or pastries!" she called from her rocker. "What about cookies Gramma?" came the sweet, innocent, childish reply. Talitha smiled. Those little rascals. "Alright, come in." she called. Instantly, the door burst open and in poured her five beaming grandchildren. "Gramma! Gramma!" the cried as they rushed over to hug her and plant wet kisses on her wrinkled cheeks.

She laughed. "Alright you little imps, get off me before I suffocate!" They instantly climbed off her and sat on the floor around her rocker. "Cookies Gwamma!" exclaimed the youngest, a three year old hobbit girl with curly brown hair and big brown eyes. Talitha laughed again. "What if I haven't got any cookies today Poppie?" Poppie pouted, "Gwamma ALWAYS has cookies!" "You're right, so I have," Talitha said warmly. She got up out of her chair and went into the kitchen and poured five glasses of milk and got two cookies for each of the little tots.

She came back and distributed the snacks to the children who hurriedly stuffed them in their mouths. "More! More!" cried the twin boys, Ellod and Braidy, (who were both five years old) between chews. "No, not right now," their grandmother replied, "Finish your milk." They pouted but drank their milk anyways. "Tell us a story Gramma," said the oldest, Violet, who was nine.

Talitha pondered a moment before replying. "You all know the story of the One Ring, right?" "Yes! When Frodo, and Sam, and Merry, and Pippin left the Shire to destroy the Ring!" exclaimed little Fraulette, who at seven, was the second oldest grandchild. "Yes," said the old hobbit, "but do you know what happened AFTER the Ring was destroyed?" "Oh I know!" Braidy yelled. Then quieter, "Frodo, Bilbo, Gandalf, and all the elves went to...to..." "To the Gray Havens," Ellod finished for him. Talitha smiled. "But what about after that?"

None of the hobbit children answered, but looked at the floor. "Well," said old Talitha, "That is where I shall begin."

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Ya, I know it's short. And there are probably typos that I missed when I looked it over, but there it is! Wow. I feel really special. Please r/r! okay, sorry to take your time, but I need to test something. bis this bold?/b iis this italicized?/i if the aren't what I asked, could someone please tell me how to do it? I'm just kinda experimenting with fanfiction.