The Hobbit Way

Living in a life with four Hobbit best friends is both perplexing and tantalizing; but I love them, each and every one. All four have their own little personality and each one voluptuous in their own Hobbit way.

There is Pippin, always dependant on Merry and never leaves his side, like brothers.

Merry is the protector; my knight in shining armour, although overly protective most of the time through demands of being next to or near me and Pippin every second of the day, he is very sweet minded and carefree in nature.

Then there's Frodo, cute little chap he is. Found him crying by the lake one morning. Something I have kept secret from everyone by command. Determination is his slogan for he never gives up on anything he starts, always getting his way with his cheeky little Hobbit eyes.

This leaves one Hobbit who I haven't mentioned yet, Samwise, Frodo's gardener, who is the quietest but most caring Hobbit of the bunch. He was injured one night, bandaged him up.

"Sorry Sam"

Well, anyway, today is Bilbo Baggins' 111th birthday; it's a very exciting day for everyone because no Hobbit has ever lived so long in The Shire. But of course the downside is that everyone has forgotten Frodo's birthday which is an exciting one too because he's coming of age! Merry and Samwise have already had theirs and I have to wait 4 more lousy weeks before mine.

Of course I hadn't forgotten Frodo's birthday and have planned him a little surprise with Merry, Pippin and Sam and we're really hoping he likes it.

As I walk outside from my Hobbit Hole I can see it's going to be a lovely day; the trees have blossomed, the grass is greener than ever, the flowers smell amazing and the sound of flowing water from the waterwheel across the bridge is soothing to my mind, I take a deep relaxing inhale as I close my eyes and feel the soft breeze around me, I wait for what seems like eternity before opening my eyes and as I do I see two brown eyes in front of mine. Jumping backwards through being startled I land myself in a deep muddy puddle butt first.

Standing over me cracking up with great amusement is Pippin, "Peregrin Took!" he smirks with delight at his full name being used "Why must you always find it amusing scaring the shire out of me!" he chuckles "Well O.B, why must you always fall into the daftest places and situations" his unique accent making my ears tingle with pleasure. He smiles and holds out his hand for me to take, willingly so I grab his hand and as he pulls me up to standing I push him into the remnants of the muddy puddle before running as fast as my hobbit legs can run to Merry's house on the hill.

Banging on the big green door much like my own I turn to see Pippin at full pelt towards me, I bang on the door anxiously and quickly "Alright, alright, calm down, for Hobbit's sake I'm coming give me a chance to open the door!" I hear Merry's agitated voice as he opens the door just in the nick of time as Pippin runs inside just after me. "What in the Hobbits…" I run to the rather large dining table in Merry's kitchen and use its side as a barricade with Pippin dodging from side to side trying to catch me out. "What are you Hobbits up to? Merry exclaims confused "and why are your clothes so muddy!" without taking my eyes off of Pippin's movements "Well Meriadoc, why don't you ask your friend Peregrin here?" raising my eyebrows and sneaking a quick glance to Merry and back to Pippin. "Well Pippin? Must be something bad when she's using our full names eh?" he chuckles.

I see Merry disappear towards the fireplace behind me and before I know it I have been grabbed from behind and dragged to the floorboards with a yelp. "HA HA! I knew you would take my side Merry" Pippin bellows delightedly, I struggle and thrive on the floor in Merry's small but surprisingly strong arms as Pippin does a full out belly flop towards me, I squint as I hear a thud and realise he has missed and face planted the ground I laugh loudly at him. "Don't be laughing at me O.B! I'll give you something to laugh about… Merry, would you do the honours?" Merry sits me up still not letting go of my waist as Pippin Hobbit-noogies me, after which Merry and Pippin chuckle so I punch Merry in the arm and after he groans the traditional "ow!" I chuckle with them. Pippin then stands, takes off his muddy cloak and rubs it in my face before shaking excess mud and rocks everywhere.

"Sorry I'm late I had to make sure Mr Frodo… Wha- Hey! Stop that... PIPPIN!" Sam calls out in Merry's doorway as he dodges rocks, grass and mud being flung towards him "Sorry Sam".

The One Ring

Looking over my shoulder towards Sam still chuckling with Merry on the floor I notice he is also rather muddy so must have been tending to Frodo's garden again, and as if he had just read my mind "Yes, I know I'm all muddy but from what I see so are you two" he flicks his finger from Pippin to Me, raises his eyebrows and smirks. Pippin and I take a quick glance toward each other then look away taking a few steps in the opposing direction.

"Right shall we get going then?" Sam claps his hands together and jogs back outside closely followed by Pippin, Merry and me. As we make our way up the long winding road from Merry's house to the top of Hobbiton, where Bag End and the Town Hall are, I notice the wind has changed slightly and is more powerful than the peaceful breeze from earlier, but it's probably nothing. Passing the party field to get to Bag End I notice the decorations are almost complete, which is rather surprising as they were lacking completely yesterday "Well would you look at that.." I sigh "Look at what?" I turn and frown at Merry before realising I must have spoken aloud "Oh… err… Nothing" he shrugs and jogs up next to Pippin while I trail behind a bit dawdling and daydreaming.

"So there's this ring right, it's called 'The One Ring' and it's supposed to be the most powerful ring ever…" I start to listen deeply to Merry's conversation with Pippin "What kind of power does it have?" "Well Pippin, it's said that it was used and made for evil purposes and I know one power is that the ring itself can turn you invisible if you wear it" I decide to interrupt the conversation "That's just legend Merry, you can't possibly believe that some guy cut off another guy's finger and he turned to ashes can you?" "Now, now it's much deeper than that O.B! He was the source of all evil and the only owner if the ring itself, he apparently can only be the one to possess its power" "what does this said ring look like?" "It's plain gold, supposed to hold some sort of hidden elven wording" after a long pause "doesn't Bilbo Baggins own a gold ring? Seen him flaunting it around outside the house the other night" after another long pause "couldn't possibly be Bilbo though, just an ordinary ring I'd say" I chuckle "yeah, good old Bilbo"