Author's Notes: Anya isn't from Tolkien, simply from me. But I think that you may like her, just give her a chance. Please R/R and please be nice! This is my first real LotR fanfic.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters in LotR, however, I do have claim to Anya. LotR belongs to its respective owners, please don't sue me. All you'll get is a computer with three payments left on it, a violin and a guitar that both need a good tuning and new strings. If you want to use Anya, please ask my permission first. Thanks!!!
Bilbo Baggins sat in his study, carefully scripting out the words to his book. "There and Back Again: A Hobbit's Tale, By Bilbo Baggins," it read. He smiled, and turned the page, ready to start, when there was a sudden knock on the door. He frowned.
"Frodo!" he called. "Frodo, get the door!" The knocking continued, and Bilbo didn't hear the sounds of young hobbit feet going to open it. "Anya!" he tried.
"Yes, Uncle Bilbo?" came a female voice from deep in Bag End.
"Anyanka dear, please get the door," he answered. He waited, and could soon hear the soft patter of his niece's feet coming down the hallway to the front door to stop the resounding knocking. He could hear Anya talking to someone and soon the door closed again, and Anya was walking back towards the study.
"Anything important, dear?" he called. Anya paused at the door to his study.
"Just the Harfoot lads wondering where we want the main dinner table set up."
"And what did you tell them?"
Anya smiled and moved deeper into the study. "That it was to be under the Party Tree, like I told them at least twice yesterday." Anya walked over to the desk, peering over his shoulder. "What are you working on?"
Bilbo quickly closed the book and put his arm over it as if she might look through the cover. "Now, now, be off with you. You'll see my book when I'm good and ready." Anya raised her eyebrows and smirked a little. "Oh and where is that brother of yours? I thought he was back there with you."
Anya let out a little laugh. "What makes you think that I know where he is?"
"Oh, don't think that I don't know that you two tell each other everything. And besides, how could you not know if he was supposed to be helping you in the first place?"
Anya chuckled at that. "Well, you have a point there. Frodo was getting restless being cooped up in here so I let him go. I think he was going to go read in his spot and wait to see if Gandalf was coming today."
"Really? Well, you tell him that next time I don't want him to stick you with all of the work," Bilbo grumbled.
"Oh, don't worry about it Uncle Bilbo. He was starting to get under foot anyway. Just as easy to get things taken care of without him than when he's here." Anya turned to leave the study. "Do you need me to get you anything, Bilbo?"
"Oh, yes, dear, if you would be so kind as to make an old hobbit some tea, that would be lovely," Bilbo answered, turning in his chair to look at her. She smiled back at him, then nodded and went to walk out of the study.
Even after she had left the small room, Bilbo still stared at the spot where she had been, silently taking in the memory of her as though he would never see her again. He closed his eyes, picturing her in his mind. Long auburn hair that was usually pulled back into a braid, slightly lighter than her brother's, dark green eyes that could pierce the soul, a pale slightly oval face that usually was full of life and joy, like any young hobbit. Both Anya and Frodo were slightly taller and trimmer than average hobbits. In fact, besides the few differences that you would expect between a boy and a girl hobbit, Anya and Frodo were practically identical. Which made sense, seeing as they were twins.
Anya returned with Bilbo's tea carefully balanced on a tray. She sat it on the small end table in the study, then poured Bilbo a cup. "Here we go," she said, handing it to him. He smiled up at her. Anya caught the slightly sad look in his eyes. "What's wrong?" she asked.
He met her eyes; her inquisitive look pasted clearly on her face. He shook his head slightly and looked away. "Nothing, dear, it's nothing. Just…" he paused, then looked back into his niece's face. "You and Frodo, you'll be alright. You'll, you'll be just fine." He turned back to his desk. Anya studied him for a moment, clearly confused, then, seeing that he wasn't going to say anything else, turned to leave. She paused at the doorway for a moment, looking back at her uncle's hunched form. She sighed, and left the study, planning on getting back to work. But she still filed away Bilbo's strange words in the back of her mind, reminding herself to ask her brother about them. Maybe he would have some idea as to what was going on.