A/n: well, I got this idea from a harry potter fic. so tell me if this is
gud, or if I should just ditch it
Disclaimer: nothing belongs to me. NOTHING! Only Eira belongs to me, even though that's you.....
Here we go... (crosses fingers for good luck) ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** **
The sun rises, and shines in through the windows. You are instantly awoken by it, considering it shone right in your eyes as soon as you opened them. Your curly hair, just like every other hobbits' hair, is a bit mussed but, you are going to take a bath anyways, so what does it matter? Actually, your hair is wavier than anything, and your auburn hair glitters in the sunlight.
"Eira! Hurry! If you don't get down here soon, we'll be eating second breakfast!"
You roll over and put your pillow over your head. What's the point of getting up if Pippin isn't going to be there? He has gone back to Rivendell with Merry for a visit, and no one knows when he will come back. You had been so elated when he had saved the Shire, but after a few months of resting, he had gone back, just for a few months he had said. But, seasons have passed, and Pippin has been gone for at least a year. With a heavy heart, you arise from your bed; get dressed in your normal attire- long, layered skirt, white shirt, and of course no shoes. You are a hobbit for goodness's sake.
After getting speedily changed, you run downstairs. Though you are a hobbit, you have no appetite just at the thought of Pippin never returning. You run out the door, grab a croissant, and yell, "I'll be back in time for supper!"
As you dash outside, you collide with someone. You fall to the ground, and everything goes black.
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"Eira? Are you okay?" You wake up to an apprehensive voice somewhere around you. Your eyes open to meet a pair of cerulean eyes that are clearer than anything you have ever seen in your life.
"Frodo? But I thought.. I thought.."
"Well, you know, you sort of shouldn't be thinking right now. You had a nasty fall to your head. Is it feeling any better, while we're on that topic?"
You laugh nervously at his grammar. "It's 'on your head,' silly. Goodness, and I thought that quest would've corrected your grammar habits, Frodo Baggins! But as for my head," You lift it up cautiously, and immediately get an overwhelming sensation of dizziness. Wincing, you put your head back down. "On second thought, I'm finding the ground quite comfortable."
"Well, at least let me take you home." The worry in his eyes increases significantly. You think of your mom at home, and how worried she will be, and how she will stress over you.
"That would be nice, but no thanks. I'd rather skip the ride home, as I presume you would carry me, since I can't stand in this state?" You finish dramatically, as you put your hand to your forehead, and pretend to faint.
Frodo rolls his eyes at your drama queen act, and questions you, "Well, where are you going to go then? Since you can't stand, 'in that state.'"
You pointedly look at the ground near where you lay. Frodo's eyes widen, then he chuckles before saying, "There? You have to be kidding. What with those undomesticated Brandybucks stampeding around, you'll be trampled."
After swatting him, you answer, "I'm a Brandybuck, thank you very much, and we do not 'stampede,' we.. er.. walk ..um..civilly. So there, I proved you wrong. Hmph."
He shakes his head in dismay at your folly. "Again, a Baggins is defeated by yet another Brandybuck. When will we ever learn? On another point of business, try lifting your head again. Otherwise, I'm going to have to carry you... somewhere." He lifts his hand to his head, "And think how hard that would be, what with you being the size of an Oliphaunt and all.."
"An.. oliplaunt?? What in the world is that?"
"An OLIPHAUNT, mind you. Sam would be glad to tell you about them."
A thought occurs in your head. "Well, I was wondering, how are Merry, and.. Pippin? When are they coming back?"
Frodo's eyes clouded over as he talked. "They're ok, don't get me wrong there. They'll be back in about 2 seasons, by winter, or spring. I just miss having them around. And if you're wondering, Pippin talks about you endlessly. He really does love you, just remember that."
After you pick up your head with no problem, Frodo's demeanor grows cold.
"Well, I guess your ok. See you around, Eira."
You think to yourseld, 'What did I say? I guess I'll have to find out later, supper is approaching, and mother will worry.. next time, though, I'll have to see what's wrong with Frodo.'
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A/n: How'dya like? Review!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Disclaimer: nothing belongs to me. NOTHING! Only Eira belongs to me, even though that's you.....
Here we go... (crosses fingers for good luck) ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** **
The sun rises, and shines in through the windows. You are instantly awoken by it, considering it shone right in your eyes as soon as you opened them. Your curly hair, just like every other hobbits' hair, is a bit mussed but, you are going to take a bath anyways, so what does it matter? Actually, your hair is wavier than anything, and your auburn hair glitters in the sunlight.
"Eira! Hurry! If you don't get down here soon, we'll be eating second breakfast!"
You roll over and put your pillow over your head. What's the point of getting up if Pippin isn't going to be there? He has gone back to Rivendell with Merry for a visit, and no one knows when he will come back. You had been so elated when he had saved the Shire, but after a few months of resting, he had gone back, just for a few months he had said. But, seasons have passed, and Pippin has been gone for at least a year. With a heavy heart, you arise from your bed; get dressed in your normal attire- long, layered skirt, white shirt, and of course no shoes. You are a hobbit for goodness's sake.
After getting speedily changed, you run downstairs. Though you are a hobbit, you have no appetite just at the thought of Pippin never returning. You run out the door, grab a croissant, and yell, "I'll be back in time for supper!"
As you dash outside, you collide with someone. You fall to the ground, and everything goes black.
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"Eira? Are you okay?" You wake up to an apprehensive voice somewhere around you. Your eyes open to meet a pair of cerulean eyes that are clearer than anything you have ever seen in your life.
"Frodo? But I thought.. I thought.."
"Well, you know, you sort of shouldn't be thinking right now. You had a nasty fall to your head. Is it feeling any better, while we're on that topic?"
You laugh nervously at his grammar. "It's 'on your head,' silly. Goodness, and I thought that quest would've corrected your grammar habits, Frodo Baggins! But as for my head," You lift it up cautiously, and immediately get an overwhelming sensation of dizziness. Wincing, you put your head back down. "On second thought, I'm finding the ground quite comfortable."
"Well, at least let me take you home." The worry in his eyes increases significantly. You think of your mom at home, and how worried she will be, and how she will stress over you.
"That would be nice, but no thanks. I'd rather skip the ride home, as I presume you would carry me, since I can't stand in this state?" You finish dramatically, as you put your hand to your forehead, and pretend to faint.
Frodo rolls his eyes at your drama queen act, and questions you, "Well, where are you going to go then? Since you can't stand, 'in that state.'"
You pointedly look at the ground near where you lay. Frodo's eyes widen, then he chuckles before saying, "There? You have to be kidding. What with those undomesticated Brandybucks stampeding around, you'll be trampled."
After swatting him, you answer, "I'm a Brandybuck, thank you very much, and we do not 'stampede,' we.. er.. walk ..um..civilly. So there, I proved you wrong. Hmph."
He shakes his head in dismay at your folly. "Again, a Baggins is defeated by yet another Brandybuck. When will we ever learn? On another point of business, try lifting your head again. Otherwise, I'm going to have to carry you... somewhere." He lifts his hand to his head, "And think how hard that would be, what with you being the size of an Oliphaunt and all.."
"An.. oliplaunt?? What in the world is that?"
"An OLIPHAUNT, mind you. Sam would be glad to tell you about them."
A thought occurs in your head. "Well, I was wondering, how are Merry, and.. Pippin? When are they coming back?"
Frodo's eyes clouded over as he talked. "They're ok, don't get me wrong there. They'll be back in about 2 seasons, by winter, or spring. I just miss having them around. And if you're wondering, Pippin talks about you endlessly. He really does love you, just remember that."
After you pick up your head with no problem, Frodo's demeanor grows cold.
"Well, I guess your ok. See you around, Eira."
You think to yourseld, 'What did I say? I guess I'll have to find out later, supper is approaching, and mother will worry.. next time, though, I'll have to see what's wrong with Frodo.'
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A/n: How'dya like? Review!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!