This story takes place a long way back in time, so far back in fact,
that people don't remember it as history at all; it is remembered simply as
legend. There are so many stories to tell that have been forgotten, but
I'm going to focus on one particular story. It is the story of Ellinor
Gamgee the Hobbit, and her "uncle" Frodo Baggins.
Ellinor's father, Sam, had often told her stories of his adventures with an old friend of his; Mister Frodo Baggins. But that's all she thought that they were, stories. However she loved to hear them and often asked for them to be told. They were full of excitement, death, greed, and bravery.
There were lots of noble men who sacrificed all they owned for what they believed in. Often there were terrible things, things like orcs, giant spiders, Urak Hai, evil men, and Ring Wraiths (also called Nazgul, or Black riders). When these characters came into the story it was always exciting!
It was the night of Ellinor's 15th birthday and she sat by the fire in the Living room of their home, Bag End. Bag End had been owned by Frodo before her Mother and Father had moved in. He had left it in Sam's care until the day that he would come back from his own adventure. Personally Ellinor thought that he would never come back. She was basking in the warmth listening to her father telling the story about the time that Sam, Frodo, and their companions: Merry and Pippin, had been ambushed by the Nazgul on Weather Top. He was coming to her favorite part (the part where they were sword fighting with the Black riders) when there came a knock on their door. "I'll get it!" said Ellinor springing to her feet. She loved when people came to call, and she always liked to see who it was first. She hurried through the many passages of their home to the door. When she opened their round, green door her eyes met those of a hobbit she didn't know. He was about 3' 4", with a hobbit's traditional brown curly hair. He also had the most crystal blue eyes that she had ever seen. "Hello," he said, "you must be Ellinor Gamgee!". "Why, yes I am." she replied astonished that he knew her name. "Yes, I thought so. But, last time I saw you, you were only this tall!" said the hobbit holding his hand about 4" off the ground, still smiling. "Who's there Ellie?" said her mother, Rosie, as she rounded the corner. "Hello Rosie!"called the hobbit in a very excited voice. "It's wonderful to see you! Is Sam at home"? "Frodo! I can't believe you're back! Come on, Sam's in the Living room. He'll be so happy to see you!" said Rosie, equally excited. "Can this be?" thought Ellinor. "Can this really be the same Frodo that my Father always refers to with the tone of awe? He can't be. He looks so ordinary! Not at all the figure of a hero!" As she walked into the Living room to join the others she tried to picture this small, plain hobbit performing all the marvelous deeds. No matter how she tried, however, she couldn't replace the image of the tall, muscular, handsome, witty, heroic looking figure from her imagination. "Maybe this isn't the same Frodo at all!" she thought, "Maybe he's just an old friend of the family." But even her disappointment at seeing her hero as a normal person couldn't make her believe that he was just an old friend of the family. As she turned into the fire-lit room and saw all of the adults talking about Frodo's voyage across the sea with the elves, all doubt in her mind vanished. Now all that was left was to put this man's face into all of her dad's adventure stories.
Ellinor's father, Sam, had often told her stories of his adventures with an old friend of his; Mister Frodo Baggins. But that's all she thought that they were, stories. However she loved to hear them and often asked for them to be told. They were full of excitement, death, greed, and bravery.
There were lots of noble men who sacrificed all they owned for what they believed in. Often there were terrible things, things like orcs, giant spiders, Urak Hai, evil men, and Ring Wraiths (also called Nazgul, or Black riders). When these characters came into the story it was always exciting!
It was the night of Ellinor's 15th birthday and she sat by the fire in the Living room of their home, Bag End. Bag End had been owned by Frodo before her Mother and Father had moved in. He had left it in Sam's care until the day that he would come back from his own adventure. Personally Ellinor thought that he would never come back. She was basking in the warmth listening to her father telling the story about the time that Sam, Frodo, and their companions: Merry and Pippin, had been ambushed by the Nazgul on Weather Top. He was coming to her favorite part (the part where they were sword fighting with the Black riders) when there came a knock on their door. "I'll get it!" said Ellinor springing to her feet. She loved when people came to call, and she always liked to see who it was first. She hurried through the many passages of their home to the door. When she opened their round, green door her eyes met those of a hobbit she didn't know. He was about 3' 4", with a hobbit's traditional brown curly hair. He also had the most crystal blue eyes that she had ever seen. "Hello," he said, "you must be Ellinor Gamgee!". "Why, yes I am." she replied astonished that he knew her name. "Yes, I thought so. But, last time I saw you, you were only this tall!" said the hobbit holding his hand about 4" off the ground, still smiling. "Who's there Ellie?" said her mother, Rosie, as she rounded the corner. "Hello Rosie!"called the hobbit in a very excited voice. "It's wonderful to see you! Is Sam at home"? "Frodo! I can't believe you're back! Come on, Sam's in the Living room. He'll be so happy to see you!" said Rosie, equally excited. "Can this be?" thought Ellinor. "Can this really be the same Frodo that my Father always refers to with the tone of awe? He can't be. He looks so ordinary! Not at all the figure of a hero!" As she walked into the Living room to join the others she tried to picture this small, plain hobbit performing all the marvelous deeds. No matter how she tried, however, she couldn't replace the image of the tall, muscular, handsome, witty, heroic looking figure from her imagination. "Maybe this isn't the same Frodo at all!" she thought, "Maybe he's just an old friend of the family." But even her disappointment at seeing her hero as a normal person couldn't make her believe that he was just an old friend of the family. As she turned into the fire-lit room and saw all of the adults talking about Frodo's voyage across the sea with the elves, all doubt in her mind vanished. Now all that was left was to put this man's face into all of her dad's adventure stories.