Hello!
This will be my first proper story I put up. I'm uploading the first few chapters from my Wattpad account, so they'll all be up today, with the rest going up when I get round to writing them. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoy writing it. Namaste!
It is a glorious day in The Shire.
Birds sing in the beautiful Mid-year's Day sunlight as you lie in the soft emerald grass on the outskirts of Hobbiton. A sweet-smelling breeze sweeps over your small, pale face and you inhale it deeply, smiling. Closing your eyes, you concentrate on your touch; the flowers that match those tangled in your hair, the soft lush beneath you, the warmth of sunbeams streaming through the twiddling trees onto your skin.
You hear a rustling sound near by, and take it for a rabbit or squirrel. The Shire is a peaceful and joyous realm. The sound gets closer and eventually stops next to you before you hear the breathing of another being. It sounds as if they're sitting, so out of curiosity, you open your eyes to find next to you Frodo Baggins of Bag-End. He's led so close, his intense cyan eyes trying to hold yours. His mouth, kissable as ever, forms his loveable trademark grin and his eyes flick downwards in embarrassment before looking back to you.
"Don't you have to be somewhere right now? Sam is probably all of the shop looking for you." You smirk.
"Same for you, (y/n). The festival starts soon; you should be getting all pretty and stuff." Mumbles Frodo awkwardly.
"Are you saying I'm not pretty enough already?" You pout teasingly.
"No! Of course not!" Frodo's cheek suddenly flush scarlet, his face panic-stricken. In an attempt to save himself, he babbles out unintelligible nonsense. You giggle at his loss and stand, hair flickering in the breeze. You look down at him, mouth still searching, and admire for a few moments how beautiful he actually is. His soft, chocolate curls have become entangled amongst the flowers scattering the hills. Slowly closing his dazzling azure eyes, you notice how small follicles of light dance across his almost snow-white skin, illuminating his entire self.
"Are you staring, (y/n)? I feel your eyes bore into me.' Frodo says, smirking a little now that he had regained his composure.
"No, I was just thinking... I don't have anybody to go with to the festival. Most of my friends live outside of Hobbiton and wouldn't travel this far." You sigh.
"I could take you."
"But you always go with Sam, Merry and Pippin."
"There's room for one more. Come on," Says Frodo, "They'll all be wandering where we've gotten off to on our own." He stands swiftly before holding his arm out to you. You take it with a smile as you both stroll arm and arm back to the village.