This is the first Fanfiction I've made with some help from yinyangswings
The actress I portray Belle Baggins I chose Daneila Denby-Ashe, cause I like her acting in North and South along with Richard Armitage, I thought they look good together.
The actor I portray young Frodo Baggins I chose Daniel Radcliffe from his first Harry Potter film the Philosopher's stone.
Enjoy my fan version of the Hobbit story.
Disclaimer: I don't own The Hobbit characters or plot of the story!
Chapter 1: Meeting the Disturber of the peace.
It began on warm summer morning at the Shire where the Hobbits lived, home to Belle Baggins; a respectable hobbit-maiden with messy chestnut-brown hair that was arranged in a low bun and eyes with the colour of springtime green, she lived in house called Bag End with her adopted nephew: Frodo Baggins, a young hobbit boy with hair as black as raven wings and eyes blue as the clear sky. After they had finished their second breakfast, Frodo went to play on the tree on the roof of Bag End while Belle sat on her garden bench in front of the house reading her book; enjoying their peaceful morning in Hobbiton where nothing unexpected ever happened...until on that fateful morning, a traveller came to the Shire.
While Belle was reading her book; a shadow fell across her and she looked up from her book and saw a tall old man with a long grey hair and beard dressed in grey robes and wears a pointy grey hat on his head, in his right hand he held a long staff of brown wood. Belle (who never seen this man before) wondered why this stranger was here at her gate of all places in the Shire, having a quick glance at her nephew (who was still playing in the tree) to make sure he was safely away from this unusual traveller. She greeted him politely. "Good morning."
"What do you mean?" The man in grey clarified. "Do you mean to wish me a 'good morning' or do you mean that it's a good morning whether I want it or not?" That was not the answer that Belle had been expecting. Usually, anyone who said good morning to someone said good morning back to them. Frodo, who stopped playing in the tree and saw his aunt having a conversation with a tall man that he has never seen before. Interested to see what's going on down at the front garden, he slowly climbed down the tree and made sure he wasn't seen, lying down on the grassy roof of the house to overhear them. "Or perhaps you feel good on this particular morning." The man continued. "Or are we simply stating that this is a morning to be good on?"
"All of them at once, I suppose?" Belle answered. The man in grey remained quiet as if he was not satisfied with that answer. Belle puts her book aside next to her on the bench. "Can I help you?" She asked kindly.
"That remains to be seen," he mutters to himself and then looked at her in intrigue. "I'm looking for someone to share in an adventure." He continued.
The word 'adventure' caught Frodo's ears. Whenever his aunt read to him books about adventures, he's spent most of his time pretending that he was off somewhere else outside the Shire with his aunt on an adventure of their own and he often wondered what it was like outside the borders of the Shire. Maybe he's about to find out.
Belle, on the other hand, was astonished by this unexpected request.
"An adventure, well I don't imagine anyone west of Bree would have a ridiculous interest in adventures," Belle replied, stepping up from her garden bench with her book in one hand before heading straight for her post box to collect her letters. "They are such nasty, disturbing and uncomfortable things that make you late for dinner." She explained while looking through her mail, Belle looked up to see if the man in grey was long gone and on his way to find the person he was searching for. To her ire, he was still where he was. Because he wasn't going to leave, she decided it was time for her and Frodo to return to the house, and gathered her letters and the book in one hand, before she headed straight for the steps towards Bag End.
"Well,…good morning." She remarked and bid the farewell to the grey gentleman and was about to call for her nephew when the man in grey called out to her.
"To think that I should live to be good morning'd by Belladonna Took's daughter as if I were selling buttons at the door!"
This remark made Belle stop in her tracks halfway on the garden steps. How in this good earth did this man know her mother's name?
"I beg your pardon?"
"You've changed," the man in grey claimed "And entirely for the better, Belle Baggins." This comment made Belle even more astonished, wondering how he knew her name. She certainly had never mentioned it to him.
"I'm sorry, do I know you?"
"Well, you know my name, although you don't remember I belong to it. I'm Gandalf and Gandalf means…me." He answered.
The name: Gandalf brought back a memory that Belle had nearly long forgotten: Her grandfather Took's annual midsummer's eve party. Every year, a wandering wizard (who was an old friend of the Took family) would come to the Shire and show off his magical fireworks that he made to the party guests, back when Belle was a small fauntling at the time. She couldn't remember a lot, but she remembered having a little play sword fight with him at the party.
Belle looked at the grey-robed man with recognition. "Gandalf, not Gandalf the wandering wizard who mad such excellent fireworks? Old Took used to have them on midsummer's eve." Both Belle and Gandalf laughed merrily at that fond memory. Meanwhile, Frodo (who's still lying on the grass roof of the house) could hardly believe he was hearing. This man before them was a real-life wizard like the ones he read about in his books. Without thinking he leaned forward from his hiding place to get a better view of the wizard.
Then Gandalf had noticed the young black-haired hobbit boy (who was staring at him with awe) coming out slightly from his hiding place on the roof; he gave the child a warm smile.
"Now who is this young hobbit?" Belle (who nearly forgot that Frodo is with them) looked in Gandalf's way.
"Frodo Baggins!" Belle scolded at Frodo "some people don't like to be eavesdropped on. Now come down from there before you'll fall." Frodo got up from his hiding place and made his way to where his aunt and the wizard are standing. "Come say hello to Mr Gandalf." Frodo could hardly contain himself with the excitement of meeting a wizard.
"Can you show me your magic, Mr Gandalf?!" He blurted out.
"Frodo!" Belle scolded her over-excited nephew. "Now that's a bit rude to ask someone without saying the magic word! Now say hello, and properly this time!" Frodo felt a bit ashamed of his behaviour, so he correctly introduced himself and held out his hand for a handshake.
"Hello Mr Gandalf, pleased to meet you." Gandalf smiled kindly at this shy boy, and knelt down, and taking his small hand in his huge ones with a gentle grip and shook it.
"And it's a nice to meet you too, Frodo Baggins."
Feeling a bit better, Frodo asked him again if he would perform a bit of magic for him and he made sure to say please this time. Gandalf went quiet as he looked down upon Frodo with a glared look that made Frodo stepped back to his aunt, feeling a little timid that he might have upset Gandalf, being a wizard that he might turn Frodo into something unnatural.
Then all of a sudden; a cluster of loud bangs and colourful star like sparks appeared out of nowhere.
Frodo and Belle are surrounded by small fireworks.
They both jumped by this sudden explosion but were struck with wonder and amazement at the display. Frodo let out a happy cheer as Gandalf looked at them with a delightful chuckle. After everything had calmed down a bit; Belle gentle nudges Frodo to say thank you to Gandalf. Frodo (whose bright blue eyes stilled sparkled with such delight) gave Gandalf a big hug.
"Oh thank you, thank you so much, Mr Gandalf!" Gandalf gave a heartfelt chuckle "You're very welcome, my dear boy." And he ruffled Frodo's raven-black hair with his big hand.
Belle was still flustered, after being startled by these sudden fireworks, but thought it was wonderful.
"That's quite a remarkable show, Gandalf. You certainly know how to impress the children." Belle complimented, "I have no idea you were still in business." This comment made Gandalf look up.
"And where else should I be?" Gandalf challenged with one raised grey eyebrow. Belle hesitated and said nothing, but then he continued. "Well, I'm pleased you remembered something about me, even if it's only my fireworks. Yes well, that's decided." Belle was perplexed by this confident confirmation, wondering he meant, she asked.
"I'm sorry but what's decided?" But Gandalf stilled continued while smiling confidently.
"It'll be very good for you and most amusing for me." Belle was getting more muddled until he added: "I shall inform the others."
"Inform who-?" That's when she realized he's still on about that adventure request. "No, no, no wait, we do not want any adventures here, not today. Not tomorrow," As she tried to correct him she pulled Frodo along to the newly painted green front door. "I suggest you try over the hill or across the water so…good morning!" Frodo was sorry that Gandalf had to go so he gave Gandalf a quick wave goodbye.
"Bye Mr Gandalf, please come again soon." As he said this, Belle pulled him inside and closed the door. Outside, Gandalf showed off an amusing mischief smile and set to work on a spell.
Meanwhile, inside the house, Belle let out a sigh of relief as she locked the door, Frodo looked up at his aunt with unease.
"Auntie Belle, are you all right?" Belle looked down at him and gently smiled tells him.
"I'm fine Frodo, my lad, now I need you to go to your room and get your coat. We need to get the market to get some supplies for our dinner." Frodo was about to walk down to the tunnel when he turned and gave her a longing look on his face and asked.
"Will we see Gandalf again, Aunt Belle?" Belle didn't want to disappoint him.
"Well,… we'll see." She finally said. Happy with that answer, Frodo went to his room. As Belle was about to move from the door, she suddenly heard a strange sound. The noise sounded like a small scratching sound against the wood (what Belle was hearing was Gandalf outside of the green door scratching a glowing Rune mark spell on the newly painted door with a nail at the end of his staff), and Belle went to the small window by her door to look outside.
Without warning, the face of Gandalf appeared outside the window with a quick flash. Jumping away from the small window with fright, Belle hid from the window and waited for a few seconds to calm down, then went to her main window that was near the kitchen and saw Gandalf leaving from the gate and going on his way. This made Belle a bit guilty, that she had made him leave after he made her nephew happy with that small firework show, but she felt relieved that there would be no more talk of this adventure nonsense and that was that…
Or so she thought.
With thanks to yinyangswings for proofreading my work, until next chapter Ta-ra!
