Title: Adventures of the Shire
Author: Keyla/Saloma
Fandom: Lord of the rings
Main characters: Bilbo Baggins, Flambard Took, Sigismond Took
Rating: PG
Summery: Bilbo is dreaming of his childhood in the Shire when he is in the Undying Lands. Note: I this fic Bilbo and Sigismond are about nine and Flambard is twelve. The facts, such as names and age, were found at . Both Sigismond and Bilbo were born in 1290 (Shire-reckoning) and Flambard in 1287 so heÔs three years older than his cousins. This was made for the fun of writing and my affection for hobbits, and Bilbo especially as I RP:ed him over at CB a while.
Authors note(s): Short and very stupid of course, but what did you expect?
Disclaimer: All the characters are created by J.R.R. Tolkien. I donÔt own them I just write about them, have a nice and fun.
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The fire danced in front of his eyes, warm and red...
A warm light, images, sounds, smells, memories. The Brandywine in the late summer sun - faces from before flashed before his eyes...
The sun shone trough the branches as he ran, they would soon catch up with him - unless... The small hobbit boy turned behind a large oak tree, climbing it to find a hiding spot. From above he could see the two other boys run past, and stop abruptly when they saw that they had lost him.
"Bilbo! This isnÔt funny - where are you?" one of the boys called to the trees and no-one in particular. The other one looked around as if he thought that the third boy would just be standing there, grinning at them - well it wouldn't be the first time.
It was the small laughter that gave him away, he couldnÔt help it, as the two on the ground looked so small and lost.
"Help me up! HeÔll catch on to us soon!" Sigismond almost yelled at him; Flambard was standing right behind his cousin below the oak tree as Bilbo bent down from the branch and helped them up.
"Come back here!" a voice yelled, and the sound of feet running the fastest they could echoed in the forest. The boys sat in the tree trying to keep themselves for laughing as Gerontius ran past. "Oh when I get my hands on you..." he muttered, shaking his head in a most annoyed manner.
"I didnÔt think he was that angry..." Sigismond said almost crying while his two cousins still were giggling because of the prank they had been playing on the Old Took.
"DonÔt be such a child!" one of his cousins said to him, smiling mischievously. "He doesnÔt know we did it..." They looked at each other, not able to keep the laughter in a moment longer.
This the boys should not have done because the Old Took was on his way back and heard their laugh. He hurried to the foot of the tree peering up into the branches. "I know you're there!" Both Bilbo and Flambard became death silent, staring at each other. Sigismond on the other hand was now in the state where he was about to cry unstoppable.
Bilbo eyed his cousin "Hush... DonÔt starts that..." he looked at Sigismond whose eyes were already red and watery. Bilbo reached out and took his hand. "ItÔll be just fine." Flambard nodded and smiled at him as well.
After half an hour Gerontius was too tired of standing beneath the oak tree, waiting for the trio to come down. He turned around and walked away, and after some minutes few the boys dared to claimed down, ran down to the Brandywine river.
"I never thought he would leave" said the oldest boy and smiled at his younger cousin. "But he finally did.
"See weÔre still alive and kicking," Bilbo laughed and took the hand of his same aged cousin, giving it a soft squeeze. SigismondÔs eyes were still red, but now his face was blessed with a smile and he laughed. "Come, I think mum has baked some pie." his cousins smiled when he mentioned food.
"Aunt BelladonnaÔs pie is the best there is in the whole Shire!" Flambard said who had once tasted some of her strawberry pie.
Sigismond looked at him in doubt "My maÔ makes pretty good pie too." he said to the empty air, because the two other boys had already began to walk away.
The memories of the Shire faded again, slowly he began to understand where he was again...
He woke up when Lord Elrond entered to room, crouching down by the reading chair. "Bilbo my old friend - daydreaming again?" asked the elven lord, and they smiled at each other, laughing softly.
Author: Keyla/Saloma
Fandom: Lord of the rings
Main characters: Bilbo Baggins, Flambard Took, Sigismond Took
Rating: PG
Summery: Bilbo is dreaming of his childhood in the Shire when he is in the Undying Lands. Note: I this fic Bilbo and Sigismond are about nine and Flambard is twelve. The facts, such as names and age, were found at . Both Sigismond and Bilbo were born in 1290 (Shire-reckoning) and Flambard in 1287 so heÔs three years older than his cousins. This was made for the fun of writing and my affection for hobbits, and Bilbo especially as I RP:ed him over at CB a while.
Authors note(s): Short and very stupid of course, but what did you expect?
Disclaimer: All the characters are created by J.R.R. Tolkien. I donÔt own them I just write about them, have a nice and fun.
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The fire danced in front of his eyes, warm and red...
A warm light, images, sounds, smells, memories. The Brandywine in the late summer sun - faces from before flashed before his eyes...
The sun shone trough the branches as he ran, they would soon catch up with him - unless... The small hobbit boy turned behind a large oak tree, climbing it to find a hiding spot. From above he could see the two other boys run past, and stop abruptly when they saw that they had lost him.
"Bilbo! This isnÔt funny - where are you?" one of the boys called to the trees and no-one in particular. The other one looked around as if he thought that the third boy would just be standing there, grinning at them - well it wouldn't be the first time.
It was the small laughter that gave him away, he couldnÔt help it, as the two on the ground looked so small and lost.
"Help me up! HeÔll catch on to us soon!" Sigismond almost yelled at him; Flambard was standing right behind his cousin below the oak tree as Bilbo bent down from the branch and helped them up.
"Come back here!" a voice yelled, and the sound of feet running the fastest they could echoed in the forest. The boys sat in the tree trying to keep themselves for laughing as Gerontius ran past. "Oh when I get my hands on you..." he muttered, shaking his head in a most annoyed manner.
"I didnÔt think he was that angry..." Sigismond said almost crying while his two cousins still were giggling because of the prank they had been playing on the Old Took.
"DonÔt be such a child!" one of his cousins said to him, smiling mischievously. "He doesnÔt know we did it..." They looked at each other, not able to keep the laughter in a moment longer.
This the boys should not have done because the Old Took was on his way back and heard their laugh. He hurried to the foot of the tree peering up into the branches. "I know you're there!" Both Bilbo and Flambard became death silent, staring at each other. Sigismond on the other hand was now in the state where he was about to cry unstoppable.
Bilbo eyed his cousin "Hush... DonÔt starts that..." he looked at Sigismond whose eyes were already red and watery. Bilbo reached out and took his hand. "ItÔll be just fine." Flambard nodded and smiled at him as well.
After half an hour Gerontius was too tired of standing beneath the oak tree, waiting for the trio to come down. He turned around and walked away, and after some minutes few the boys dared to claimed down, ran down to the Brandywine river.
"I never thought he would leave" said the oldest boy and smiled at his younger cousin. "But he finally did.
"See weÔre still alive and kicking," Bilbo laughed and took the hand of his same aged cousin, giving it a soft squeeze. SigismondÔs eyes were still red, but now his face was blessed with a smile and he laughed. "Come, I think mum has baked some pie." his cousins smiled when he mentioned food.
"Aunt BelladonnaÔs pie is the best there is in the whole Shire!" Flambard said who had once tasted some of her strawberry pie.
Sigismond looked at him in doubt "My maÔ makes pretty good pie too." he said to the empty air, because the two other boys had already began to walk away.
The memories of the Shire faded again, slowly he began to understand where he was again...
He woke up when Lord Elrond entered to room, crouching down by the reading chair. "Bilbo my old friend - daydreaming again?" asked the elven lord, and they smiled at each other, laughing softly.