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First ever prompt: LoTR setting. Axel is a wizard and Roxas is a hobbit.
When the sun cracked the sky over the green, rolling hills of the Shire, it appeared to be nothing more or less than a perfectly ordinary day. It was a Wednesday, to be precise, and at approximately six a.m., the first stirrings were to be heard from the single inhabitant of Bag End.
Roxas Sackville-Baggins, much unlike his predecessors, had not come to inherit Bag End in any manner of curiosity. In fact, there was nothing curious about the much rumored-about hobbit hole at all. Tongues had been wagging through Hobbiton for generations about tunnels and tunnels stuffed with gold and dragon's treasure, but Roxas would be the first to deny any nonsense of the sort. After spending the last decade of impressively long life searching, the only treasure that his late mother, Dame Lobelia Sackville-Baggins could reveal even in the most inner sanctum of Bag End was a fine, jewel encrusted box containing a number of golden spoons.
At the ripe young age of thirty-six years old, Roxas had lived at Bag End since he was ten, and had inherited it at twenty. Ever since his thirty-third birthday, the old folks at the pub had been incessantly pestering him to find himself a wife and an heir. Roxas had never paid much mind to the women of the Shire, and was far more contented to simply sow his fields by day, and indulge in his finest pipe weed by night than spend any time in the company of women.
On this particular Wednesday morning, Roxas followed his carefully laid out routine like he did on every other day. He had aroused at six, gone out in his dark green cloak to feed the chickens, come back inside for a morning bath (after a quick tea cake for breakfast), after which he began preparing tea and bread and butter with bacon and tomatoes for second breakfast. Just as he was raising the bread to his lips, his ears quirked at a very queer, but not unfamiliar sound.
Tap tap tap.
Roxas quickly got up in a fuss, trying his hardest to push away his sympathies for his poor green door. It has taken a commendable amount of abuse over the years, because you see it has been a tradition dating back to Uncle Bilbo's days that a wizard should take a fancy to whichever hobbit living in Bag End and knocking on the door with their wretched sticks whenever the mood fancied them. Even after Gandalf the Grey had become a long forgotten name in the Shire, his young apprentice was quick to follow in his footsteps.
Axel the Red was the first wizard to appear following the start of New Middle Earth. Where he comes from is beyond the knowledge of the Shire, and perhaps to all save for Gandalf. Roxas was certain he may never know, as Gandalf had long disappeared and Axel greatly enjoyed playing the role of enigma.
Like his predecessor, Axel was known through this Shire predominantly for his magnificent fireworks, the skill of which had surpassed even that of Gandalf, or so rumor had it. As soon as the young wizard came to town, everybody knew about it. He towered over everybody, even more so than the average Big Folk, and he had a wild mane of hair as bright and flaming as his fireworks.
Tap tap tap.
'A moment please!' Roxas called through frustrated teeth. He wrenched his door open rather irritably. 'Stop right there! Begone, wizard!' he shouted, shaking an accusing finger at Axel. 'I know what you're up to! You're here to whisk me off on an adventure, aren't you? Well to that I say no thank you, I've had quite enough of all the talk of adventures growing up! Uncle Bilbo with his dragons, Cousin Frodo with his rings. I say no.'
'My dear young hobbit!' Axel exclaimed, 'I would not think for a moment of dragging your mule-ish self outside the confines of the Shire! Without the comforts of your kettle, how utterly useless you would be!'
Roxas scowled and crossed his arms, but under Axel's twinkling smile and rumbling laugh, his angry pretenses crumbled. 'It's simply grand to see you, old friend!' he exclaimed, falling into Axel's expecting arms. 'Come, come inside! I've just started breakfast!'
'Only just? I fear I've arrived far too early then. I shall have tea cakes pouring from my ears by the time we're finished.'
'It will be good for you," Roxas insisted. 'You're far too skinny. Perhaps if we stuffed you to the brim, you would grow up a little. How is it that have not aged a day, not even since I was a child? I cannot remember.'
Tucking his hands into his pockets, Axel shook his head, 'It is of no importance, my dear friend.'
'But won't it be? When the time comes that I am on my deathbed, withered and grey, and you will still retain the appearance of an unruly tween, will it matter then?" the hobbit muttered.
Axel's expression softened. He may have been trying to hide it, but Roxas' sorrow was clear. Without a moment's hesitation, the wizard leaned over the table and kissed his friend softly, as they had done for years behind closed doors. 'It will not matter then, either, because I will still care for you then just as I do now, and just as I always have.'
Wide, youthful blue eyes met glittering chartreuse.
'How long will you stay?' Roxas asked.
'I can stay for a week,' the wizard replied solemnly.
Neither could be seen emerging from Bag End until the following Wednesday, when Axel the Red left the Shire, and Roxas Sackville-Baggins came outside to see him off. Once Axel was long gone, Roxas would go back inside and resume his careful schedule as always, waiting alone for the time to come in which Axel would return again.