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Chapter 1:
" Wake up, Frodo!" said an old voice "you can't be late for school again, or your teacher will call me for another reunion, and I really don't want that!"
"I'm coming uncle Bilbo..." answered Frodo, scratching his sleepy eyes. He just had a strange dream that night...something about a golden ring... some guys dressed in black and a old wizard.. "I think that I slept too much..." he muttered as he tried to erase that strange and realistic dream out of his head.
He reached the kitchen, where his uncle was preparing some pancakes and toasts. Bilbo surely was an eccentric figure, but Frodo was very grateful to him. His uncle offered himself to take care of Frodo when his parent tragically died on a plane crash. So, since he was a kid, he had been living with the oldest son of his grandfather's sister.
Bilbo was really old now, but he liked to spend time with his youngest cousin and tell him about the origins of their family (he was doing researches and writing a book about that). Physically, he didn't look like Frodo; their only resemblance was the low stature, that according to Bilbo, it was family's genetic heritage. Of course that both of them weren't small as child, but compared with "normal" people (like Frodo used to say) they were a little smaller.
That meant that they were descendants from Hobbits, a old and almost unknown specie. And, as far as Bilbo knew, they were the smallest kind of people. But those were dark and confusing times, and since then, the humanity had evolved in such a way that all the species looked almost the same, except for some small differences.
At that time, the Earth's population had made lots of books telling their History, but they were never found.
"What do you want today? Pancakes, toasts or eggs?" said Bilbo in his usual hapiness.
"Oh... nothing, I'm not hungry, I can eat someting at school later."
"Come on, Frodo, my lad! Eat something! In our family, you surely are the thinest of all. If you stay that way for more time, you will disappear, you know!" he said laughing "Did you know that our ancestrals used to have two breakefasts? Oh, and that reminds me about the story that happened with my uncle Bingo, it was so funny..."
"Uh... I better go to school or I'll get late again. See ya, uncle!" said Frodo in a hurry. He didn't like school, but worse than that was hearing about "Bingo-and-the-cookies-contest" story.
Frodo was a little worried about his uncle, because he was acting a little different in the last month.
He lived in a condominium of beaultiful houses since his parents died. Frodo always wondered how Bilbo could have such a cool house, since he has never worked. "Maybe he have hidden treasures inside the walls", the boy thought while closing the door. Suddenly he heard a voice calling:
"Hey, small one! Gonna be late for school, again, huh?"
"Shut up, Strider! I won't be late today! And I may be short, but at least I don't have that disgusting hair like you!"
It was Strider, Frodo's neighbor. He was at college and lived alone in a house across the street. The man was always annoying Frodo because of his stature. Sometimes Strider was really boring, but he always helped Frodo when nedded, and he was also very smart, even if he looked like a beggar with that long and dirty hair. He had never told his name to anyone, so people only called him Strider, because of his peculiar way of walking.
"Do you wanna a ride til' high school? Oh, maybe you are so short, that I should take you to kindergarden?"
"Shut up! Your idiot!"
"OK, sorry...do you want a ride anyway? I have to go to the College, too."
"Sure! Or I'm gonna be late!" Frodo liked to take rides with Strider, because he had a cool car, and all the girls at school liked a cool car, specially with a University guy inside of it. The boy was happy with the idea, even if he was only the passenger.
"Uh...Frodo, I'll have to drop you here. I have some...things..to do now. At least you won't get that late into class!"
"But...but..." said Frodo with a sad face.
"Sorry, but I won't be late because of you!"
"Oh, damn...I mean, no problem, thanks for the ride...."
Frodo got off the car, and saw someone running in his direction "Sam!!! What are you doing here. You should be in class now!"
"No Frodo, I was waiting for you." Sam was Frodo's best friend. He was always after Frodo, even if he got late to school beacuse of that. He wasn't very intelligent, but he was a really good friend...and the best thing it that he was smaller that Frodo (and a Hobbit descendant, too).
"We better run now, or we gonna get in trouble..."
"- Let's go!"
"Here we are..."
Frodo and Sam finally got into the school builiding. They studied in "Middle High School", it was the local place for studying. It was a beautilful, old building, with a big statue of a world globe in front of it, and a big baseball court in the back. Most students at the school really liked baseball, except for Frodo and Sam, who didn't enjoy any kind of sports at all.
But now the corridors were silent, what means that the classes had already begun.
"Maybe if we don't make any noise, they won't notice that we are late..."
"MR. SAMWISE, MR. FRODO!!! LATE AGAIN? COME INTO CLASS RIGHT NOW!!!"
Frodo frezzed. "Uncle Bilbo won't be happy with that..." he tought. They walked silently into the class where everyone were looking at them. Sam was quite nervous, he didn't like to stand in front of people, even if it was only his History classmates.
" I can't believe it! How many times do I have to call your uncle to make you understand that you must be in class at the right time! And that's for you too, Samwise!"
"Sorry Mr. Gimli... it won't happen again - the boys said at the same time."
Mr. Gimli was their History teacher. He was a good teacher. Strange, but good. He had a big red beard, and it had the same size as Frodo, except for being fatter.
And suddenly, the teacher's angry face became a huge smile:
"You know what? I'm gonna be good for you today! Just go to your chairs and don't bother my explanation, OK? Go now, he he he!!!"
" Sure...teacher..." said a very confused Frodo.
Both of them found their places, as the lesson continued. Frodo was very reliefed that his uncle wouldn't be called for a reunion again. "I should start to wake up earlier". Then the vision of the strange dream he had last night came to his mind again, and he reminded that both Sam and Mr. Gimli were in the dream. Frodo was worried "I never had a dream like that. Everything was so real... maybe Sam had the same dream too...". Suddenly a voice behind him made Frodo forget about his dream:
" I can't believe how lucky you are!!! It's the first time that the teacher do something like that!"
"Yeah, I know, that was really strange! At least my uncle wont have to come for a reunion again."
"But why is he acting like that?" - It was Merry, one of Frodo's best friends (after Sam, of course!)
"I KNOW what the problem is!" said another voice. It was Pippin, another friend of Frodo "it's the new teacher, the substitute of Mrs. Bolger."
"And..."
" Haven't you seen him? Oh, no, you are always late... But anyway, that guy looks like if he is our age! And all the girls are after him, with that fake blonde hair... And now I think that Gimli is jealous of him! That's why he is trying to be cool!"
"And i hope that this continue for a long time!" said Merry.
After some time, their History class was over.
"Now we have English class, and HEY! It's with the new teacher! And all the girls will be looking at him...I think I'll dye my hair blonde, too!"
"Oh, shut up, Pip!"
They walked into class where a young man was standing at the blackboard. He had long blonde hair, big blue eyes, and it was very tall. He looked very disturbed when he saw Frodo, and started to write at a book over the table. Frodo didn't like that. Specially now, that he remembered that the guy was in his dream too. "that is very weird..." thought Frodo while going to the last row of the class (all the girls filled the first ones).
"Hello, my name is Legolas, and I'll be your English teacher for the rest of the year. But, you can call me Mr. Greenleaf."
At that time, it was possible to hear lots of girls whispering "Legolas Greenleaf... he is so cute!...". It was alsso possible to hear Pippin "... maybe if I wear a wig and some blue contact lenses...oh, and maybe I should change my name, too...".
During class, Mr. Greenleaf was always looking at Frodo, that was feeling very uncomfortable with that. In fact, Frodo was feeling like if the teacher was reading his toughts and sending an telephatic message to him "Your task isn't over yet....he is after you...your time has come now...".
" Frodo?"
He jumped out of his seat.
"Ahn? What?"
"Can you answer that question?" said Mr. Greenleaf.
"But... who is after me, and which task are you talking about?"
"Are you OK Frodo?" said Sam "are you paying attention to class?"
"You better go to the nursery now." Mr. Greenleaf was really nervous and pale "I'll talk to you later."
PLEASE! READ AND REWIEW!!!!!
Chapter 1:
" Wake up, Frodo!" said an old voice "you can't be late for school again, or your teacher will call me for another reunion, and I really don't want that!"
"I'm coming uncle Bilbo..." answered Frodo, scratching his sleepy eyes. He just had a strange dream that night...something about a golden ring... some guys dressed in black and a old wizard.. "I think that I slept too much..." he muttered as he tried to erase that strange and realistic dream out of his head.
He reached the kitchen, where his uncle was preparing some pancakes and toasts. Bilbo surely was an eccentric figure, but Frodo was very grateful to him. His uncle offered himself to take care of Frodo when his parent tragically died on a plane crash. So, since he was a kid, he had been living with the oldest son of his grandfather's sister.
Bilbo was really old now, but he liked to spend time with his youngest cousin and tell him about the origins of their family (he was doing researches and writing a book about that). Physically, he didn't look like Frodo; their only resemblance was the low stature, that according to Bilbo, it was family's genetic heritage. Of course that both of them weren't small as child, but compared with "normal" people (like Frodo used to say) they were a little smaller.
That meant that they were descendants from Hobbits, a old and almost unknown specie. And, as far as Bilbo knew, they were the smallest kind of people. But those were dark and confusing times, and since then, the humanity had evolved in such a way that all the species looked almost the same, except for some small differences.
At that time, the Earth's population had made lots of books telling their History, but they were never found.
"What do you want today? Pancakes, toasts or eggs?" said Bilbo in his usual hapiness.
"Oh... nothing, I'm not hungry, I can eat someting at school later."
"Come on, Frodo, my lad! Eat something! In our family, you surely are the thinest of all. If you stay that way for more time, you will disappear, you know!" he said laughing "Did you know that our ancestrals used to have two breakefasts? Oh, and that reminds me about the story that happened with my uncle Bingo, it was so funny..."
"Uh... I better go to school or I'll get late again. See ya, uncle!" said Frodo in a hurry. He didn't like school, but worse than that was hearing about "Bingo-and-the-cookies-contest" story.
Frodo was a little worried about his uncle, because he was acting a little different in the last month.
He lived in a condominium of beaultiful houses since his parents died. Frodo always wondered how Bilbo could have such a cool house, since he has never worked. "Maybe he have hidden treasures inside the walls", the boy thought while closing the door. Suddenly he heard a voice calling:
"Hey, small one! Gonna be late for school, again, huh?"
"Shut up, Strider! I won't be late today! And I may be short, but at least I don't have that disgusting hair like you!"
It was Strider, Frodo's neighbor. He was at college and lived alone in a house across the street. The man was always annoying Frodo because of his stature. Sometimes Strider was really boring, but he always helped Frodo when nedded, and he was also very smart, even if he looked like a beggar with that long and dirty hair. He had never told his name to anyone, so people only called him Strider, because of his peculiar way of walking.
"Do you wanna a ride til' high school? Oh, maybe you are so short, that I should take you to kindergarden?"
"Shut up! Your idiot!"
"OK, sorry...do you want a ride anyway? I have to go to the College, too."
"Sure! Or I'm gonna be late!" Frodo liked to take rides with Strider, because he had a cool car, and all the girls at school liked a cool car, specially with a University guy inside of it. The boy was happy with the idea, even if he was only the passenger.
"Uh...Frodo, I'll have to drop you here. I have some...things..to do now. At least you won't get that late into class!"
"But...but..." said Frodo with a sad face.
"Sorry, but I won't be late because of you!"
"Oh, damn...I mean, no problem, thanks for the ride...."
Frodo got off the car, and saw someone running in his direction "Sam!!! What are you doing here. You should be in class now!"
"No Frodo, I was waiting for you." Sam was Frodo's best friend. He was always after Frodo, even if he got late to school beacuse of that. He wasn't very intelligent, but he was a really good friend...and the best thing it that he was smaller that Frodo (and a Hobbit descendant, too).
"We better run now, or we gonna get in trouble..."
"- Let's go!"
"Here we are..."
Frodo and Sam finally got into the school builiding. They studied in "Middle High School", it was the local place for studying. It was a beautilful, old building, with a big statue of a world globe in front of it, and a big baseball court in the back. Most students at the school really liked baseball, except for Frodo and Sam, who didn't enjoy any kind of sports at all.
But now the corridors were silent, what means that the classes had already begun.
"Maybe if we don't make any noise, they won't notice that we are late..."
"MR. SAMWISE, MR. FRODO!!! LATE AGAIN? COME INTO CLASS RIGHT NOW!!!"
Frodo frezzed. "Uncle Bilbo won't be happy with that..." he tought. They walked silently into the class where everyone were looking at them. Sam was quite nervous, he didn't like to stand in front of people, even if it was only his History classmates.
" I can't believe it! How many times do I have to call your uncle to make you understand that you must be in class at the right time! And that's for you too, Samwise!"
"Sorry Mr. Gimli... it won't happen again - the boys said at the same time."
Mr. Gimli was their History teacher. He was a good teacher. Strange, but good. He had a big red beard, and it had the same size as Frodo, except for being fatter.
And suddenly, the teacher's angry face became a huge smile:
"You know what? I'm gonna be good for you today! Just go to your chairs and don't bother my explanation, OK? Go now, he he he!!!"
" Sure...teacher..." said a very confused Frodo.
Both of them found their places, as the lesson continued. Frodo was very reliefed that his uncle wouldn't be called for a reunion again. "I should start to wake up earlier". Then the vision of the strange dream he had last night came to his mind again, and he reminded that both Sam and Mr. Gimli were in the dream. Frodo was worried "I never had a dream like that. Everything was so real... maybe Sam had the same dream too...". Suddenly a voice behind him made Frodo forget about his dream:
" I can't believe how lucky you are!!! It's the first time that the teacher do something like that!"
"Yeah, I know, that was really strange! At least my uncle wont have to come for a reunion again."
"But why is he acting like that?" - It was Merry, one of Frodo's best friends (after Sam, of course!)
"I KNOW what the problem is!" said another voice. It was Pippin, another friend of Frodo "it's the new teacher, the substitute of Mrs. Bolger."
"And..."
" Haven't you seen him? Oh, no, you are always late... But anyway, that guy looks like if he is our age! And all the girls are after him, with that fake blonde hair... And now I think that Gimli is jealous of him! That's why he is trying to be cool!"
"And i hope that this continue for a long time!" said Merry.
After some time, their History class was over.
"Now we have English class, and HEY! It's with the new teacher! And all the girls will be looking at him...I think I'll dye my hair blonde, too!"
"Oh, shut up, Pip!"
They walked into class where a young man was standing at the blackboard. He had long blonde hair, big blue eyes, and it was very tall. He looked very disturbed when he saw Frodo, and started to write at a book over the table. Frodo didn't like that. Specially now, that he remembered that the guy was in his dream too. "that is very weird..." thought Frodo while going to the last row of the class (all the girls filled the first ones).
"Hello, my name is Legolas, and I'll be your English teacher for the rest of the year. But, you can call me Mr. Greenleaf."
At that time, it was possible to hear lots of girls whispering "Legolas Greenleaf... he is so cute!...". It was alsso possible to hear Pippin "... maybe if I wear a wig and some blue contact lenses...oh, and maybe I should change my name, too...".
During class, Mr. Greenleaf was always looking at Frodo, that was feeling very uncomfortable with that. In fact, Frodo was feeling like if the teacher was reading his toughts and sending an telephatic message to him "Your task isn't over yet....he is after you...your time has come now...".
" Frodo?"
He jumped out of his seat.
"Ahn? What?"
"Can you answer that question?" said Mr. Greenleaf.
"But... who is after me, and which task are you talking about?"
"Are you OK Frodo?" said Sam "are you paying attention to class?"
"You better go to the nursery now." Mr. Greenleaf was really nervous and pale "I'll talk to you later."
PLEASE! READ AND REWIEW!!!!!