I don't own J.R.R Tolkiens work. This is simply a fanfic.
My name is Xandra Baggins, and as you can obviously tell by my name, I am a Hobbit. Gandalf, Elrond, and Galadriel, have given me permission to write the true account of the War of the Ring. It may seem to be exactly like the original that Bilbo and Frodo wrote, at first, but it does become different later on.
I was born in Bree, on April 8, 1370. My father was a tradesman. He traded between Elves and Men. My mother died shortly after I was born from childbirth. So I never knew her. Because of her death, I traveled with my father to Rivendell, and The Halls of the Wood Elves in Mirkwood. When I was 10, my father and I had been traveling on the Elf path to the Wood Elves for about three days, when something scared the pony pulling my father's trading wagon. The pony ran off the path into the deep, dark forest. When father finally got the pony to stop, we were far from the Elf path. "Are we lost father?" I asked him. "Of course not." he said shakily. I knew we were, but I tried to act happier. After about five days of wandering, something worse happened. Orcs attacked us. I just barely got away. My father died to protect me. I guess the Wood Elves noticed that we were late because that day, they found my father's body. Then some thought that I must be dead. But, some knew that I was still alive. The next day, there were only two Elves still searching for me. Prince Legolas Green- leaf, and his friend, Kiftor. I was unconscious when they found me. When I awoke, they told me about my father. King Thranduil told Prince Legolas to teach me how to shoot an arrow, just in case the Orcs tried to come to kill me. Or at least that is what they told me. It was really a bad idea to cheer me up. After two years they took me to Dale on the Long Lake. I went to stay with a childless couple. I was allowed to keep my bow and my arrows. For the next three years, I lived with them. Suffering much ridicule from all the other children. There were no others like me. So, I was an outcast. I heard the story of how the dragon Smaug was defeated. I also heard a legend that he was one of the dragons that ate one of the dwarven hoards with one of the seven Dwarven Rings of Power. I never believed this legend. It was a tale told by people that were old and decrepit. Then, one day, when I was fifteen, some kids were making fun of my height and hairy feet as usual. Gandalf had come looking for an apprentice. I wanted to be chosen. But, those kids said it was impossible. When one boy said that I couldn't because I was short I became angry. I challenged him, as many others had, to swim down to the remains of Smaug and bring up whatever gold we could find. So we walked out to the rebuilt Laketown, and jumped in. We swam down to the remains and up again. Over and over. Then, I saw something gleaming in the deep water. I went to grab it when I felt a sharp pull on my ankle. That boy was trying to keep me from winning! I grabbed at the object with haste. I had to go up for air. When I reached the surface, I held on to one of the posts holding up Laketown to catch my breath. Then I realized that my hand was clenched. I opened my hand slowly. To my amazement, I had gotten a hold of the object! It was a ring that I recognized as Mithril. It also had an amethyst gem set in it. I put it on, and climbed the post to the deck. The kids were waiting for me holding heads of lettuce, and tomatoes. They started throwing them at me! I raised my hands to protect my face when a flash of light emerged from the ring. Suddenly, there was a see through purple shield all around me! The lettuce and tomatoes coming right for me suddenly flew off to the side! I turned and ran to my foster parents home as fast as my short legs would carry me, not noticing when the shield disappeared. When I got there, Gandalf was talking to them. He was holding his staff, as well as another one. He said that only the one meant to be his apprentice would be able to call it to them, and that it would grow or shrink to fit their size, and that this was the last house to stop at and see if he would have an apprentice. He held the staff and told me to try and call it to myself. I didn't under stand what he meant at first. I thought for a moment, and I realized what he meant. I concentrated hard on the staff, reached out my right hand, thinking: Come to me! The next thing I knew, the staff was in my hand, and it had shrunk to fit my size. Gandalf said that we would leave tomorrow. So, I packed my things, and the next morning I bade farewell to my foster parents and took one last look at Dale. Not knowing where my path would lead.
My name is Xandra Baggins, and as you can obviously tell by my name, I am a Hobbit. Gandalf, Elrond, and Galadriel, have given me permission to write the true account of the War of the Ring. It may seem to be exactly like the original that Bilbo and Frodo wrote, at first, but it does become different later on.
I was born in Bree, on April 8, 1370. My father was a tradesman. He traded between Elves and Men. My mother died shortly after I was born from childbirth. So I never knew her. Because of her death, I traveled with my father to Rivendell, and The Halls of the Wood Elves in Mirkwood. When I was 10, my father and I had been traveling on the Elf path to the Wood Elves for about three days, when something scared the pony pulling my father's trading wagon. The pony ran off the path into the deep, dark forest. When father finally got the pony to stop, we were far from the Elf path. "Are we lost father?" I asked him. "Of course not." he said shakily. I knew we were, but I tried to act happier. After about five days of wandering, something worse happened. Orcs attacked us. I just barely got away. My father died to protect me. I guess the Wood Elves noticed that we were late because that day, they found my father's body. Then some thought that I must be dead. But, some knew that I was still alive. The next day, there were only two Elves still searching for me. Prince Legolas Green- leaf, and his friend, Kiftor. I was unconscious when they found me. When I awoke, they told me about my father. King Thranduil told Prince Legolas to teach me how to shoot an arrow, just in case the Orcs tried to come to kill me. Or at least that is what they told me. It was really a bad idea to cheer me up. After two years they took me to Dale on the Long Lake. I went to stay with a childless couple. I was allowed to keep my bow and my arrows. For the next three years, I lived with them. Suffering much ridicule from all the other children. There were no others like me. So, I was an outcast. I heard the story of how the dragon Smaug was defeated. I also heard a legend that he was one of the dragons that ate one of the dwarven hoards with one of the seven Dwarven Rings of Power. I never believed this legend. It was a tale told by people that were old and decrepit. Then, one day, when I was fifteen, some kids were making fun of my height and hairy feet as usual. Gandalf had come looking for an apprentice. I wanted to be chosen. But, those kids said it was impossible. When one boy said that I couldn't because I was short I became angry. I challenged him, as many others had, to swim down to the remains of Smaug and bring up whatever gold we could find. So we walked out to the rebuilt Laketown, and jumped in. We swam down to the remains and up again. Over and over. Then, I saw something gleaming in the deep water. I went to grab it when I felt a sharp pull on my ankle. That boy was trying to keep me from winning! I grabbed at the object with haste. I had to go up for air. When I reached the surface, I held on to one of the posts holding up Laketown to catch my breath. Then I realized that my hand was clenched. I opened my hand slowly. To my amazement, I had gotten a hold of the object! It was a ring that I recognized as Mithril. It also had an amethyst gem set in it. I put it on, and climbed the post to the deck. The kids were waiting for me holding heads of lettuce, and tomatoes. They started throwing them at me! I raised my hands to protect my face when a flash of light emerged from the ring. Suddenly, there was a see through purple shield all around me! The lettuce and tomatoes coming right for me suddenly flew off to the side! I turned and ran to my foster parents home as fast as my short legs would carry me, not noticing when the shield disappeared. When I got there, Gandalf was talking to them. He was holding his staff, as well as another one. He said that only the one meant to be his apprentice would be able to call it to them, and that it would grow or shrink to fit their size, and that this was the last house to stop at and see if he would have an apprentice. He held the staff and told me to try and call it to myself. I didn't under stand what he meant at first. I thought for a moment, and I realized what he meant. I concentrated hard on the staff, reached out my right hand, thinking: Come to me! The next thing I knew, the staff was in my hand, and it had shrunk to fit my size. Gandalf said that we would leave tomorrow. So, I packed my things, and the next morning I bade farewell to my foster parents and took one last look at Dale. Not knowing where my path would lead.