The One Ring
Disclaimer: The characters and places in this story with the exception of Natannael, Kendalla, Erisanna and Irene are the property of J.R.R. Tolkien and the Tolkien Estate. Natannael, Kendalla and Erisanna are the property of my boyfriend's story "Oh What a Tangled Web" (it is not posted on Fanfiction.net and yes I have been given permission to use the characters) and Irene is my own creation. No reproductions!
A/N: this is the first LOTR fic I ever wrote and I did this after seeing the movie and before I ever read any of the books. So please.no flames! (
Chapter 1
Concerning Hobbits
Frodo Baggins gazed ahead as he sat on the riverbank one sunny and mild mid- September afternoon. He had a bit of a headache and figured sitting out in the fresh air would be of some help. He was jolted out of his daydream by the sound of wheels bouncing on the rocky road behind him. Smiling, he hopped up and went to inspect the cause of the racket. "You're late." What met his eye was the sight of an old man with a very long grey beard and bushy grey eyebrows. He was swathed in blue robes and a pointy blue hat sat on his head. This old man's name was Gandalf the Grey, and he was a wizard. "A wizard," Gandalf began chuckling. "Is never late. Nor is he ever early. He arrives precisely when he means to and not a moment sooner."
Frodo folded his arms and tried very desperately to keep a serious expression on his face, but he could not hold the expression for long. "It is good to see you again, Gandalf!" Frodo leapt into the wizard's arms, accepting a big bear hug.
"Frodo my lad.it is good to see you as well." Gandalf released the young hobbit smiling. "Let me get a good look at you."
Frodo smiled back. "I am well, Gandalf. I am glad you are here. Poor Bilbo is frantic, getting things ready for our big birthday party. He's been labeling presents all last night and all morning. I had a bit of a headache and he suggested I go outside and get a breath of fresh air."
Gandalf nodded. "Bilbo worries about your health, my boy."
"I know. I have not been ill since Yule and I only had a cold then."
The two friends were quiet for a while as they went up over a hill that overlooked the Shire. Hobbits could be seen working on their farms and when they passed the party field; local hobbits were helping set up the large banner that read HAPPY BIRTHDAY BILBO BAGGINS and the tents and tables were being set up. When they reached the town of Hobbiton, Frodo looked behind him to see a small group of hobbit children running after the cart. "Gandalf's back!" they cried. "G for Grand! Ooh.d'you see his fireworks? Fascinating!"
Gandalf and Frodo chuckled and Gandalf decided to delight the children by setting off a few small fireworks for them. Sooner than later the cart pulled up in front of Bag-End, the home of Mr. Bilbo and Frodo Baggins. Frodo hopped out of the cart and waited for Gandalf at the gate. On the front of the gate, a sign had been nailed that read: NO ADMITTANCE EXCPET ON PARTY BUSINESS. Gandalf descended to the ground from the cart and followed the tweenage hobbit to the front door. He opened it and led Gandalf inside. "Bilbo! Gandalf's here!" Frodo called.
"I'm busy, Frodo.tell whoever it is that I am not able to speak with them at the moment!"
Gandalf laughed. "No time to speak to an old friend, you rascal?"
Silence followed his comment and then: "Gandalf?"
"In deed. My goodness, Bilbo.one hundred and eleven years old! Who would believe it? You haven't aged a day!"
Bilbo blushed a little. "Well I.anyway. Would you like something to drink? Tea? Or perhaps something a little stronger? I still have some of the old winyards left.1296.a very good year.almost as old as I am!"
Frodo laughed. "Bilbo.calm down. What would you like, Gandalf?"
"Tea is find, thank you."
"I'll help you in the kitchen, Uncle Bilbo." Frodo followed Bilbo away and Gandalf stood alone in the hallway. It had been quite sometime since he had been inside Bag-End and he had almost forgotten what it looked like inside. In the kitchen, Frodo set the teapot on the stove and watched as his Uncle retrieved his jar of tea leaves from the cabinet. "How was your walk, Frodo?" Bilbo asked as he unscrewed the lid to the jar.
"All right. I do feel much better.my head does not ache anymore."
"Good. And how does the field look? Did you get a look at it?"
"I did. Everything is being set up just as you wanted it to be. They were just putting the banner up when Gandalf and I rode by."
"Excellent. Now Frodo.you do not mind that I announce you as my heir to Bag- End during my speech, do you? If you will be embarrassed I will not."
"I don't mind, Uncle." "That's my boy."
"Mind if I come in?" both hobbits jumped at Gandalf's voice and turned to see him peering into the kitchen.
"Of course not. Come on in.your tea will be ready in a few minutes."
Gandalf entered the kitchen, accidentally whacking his head on the top of the doorframe.
"Are you all right?" Frodo asked, his bright blue eyes wide.
"Fine, lad." Gandalf took a seat at the round oak table and looked up at the ceiling. When the tea was ready Bilbo poured a mug for each of them and they sat together at the table. "So.it is true then that you have decided to name Frodo your heir?"
Bilbo nodded. "Frodo.your life will change quite a bit after I make the announcement."
Frodo understood. "I figured it would."
"And you are all right with that?" asked Gandalf.
"I am."
*Knock* *Knock* There were a few knocks on the front door. "BILBO BAGGINS!"
Bilbo leapt up from his chair, nearly knocking over his mug of tea. "I'm not at home!" he hissed. "I need to get away from these confound relatives of mine.hanging on the bell all day and never giving me a moment's peace! Frodo, lad, will you tell whoever it is that I am not allowing visitors? And when you're finished with that, will you help me with the gifts in the parlor? I need to speak with Gandalf alone."
"All right, Uncle." Frodo stood and went to go and take care of whomever was at the door. When he was out of earshot, Bilbo lay his head on the table, sighing.
"So you mean to go through with your plan then?" Gandalf asked.
Bilbo nodded. "I want to see mountains again, Gandalf.mountains!"
"Frodo will miss you."
"I know." Bilbo frowned as he sipped his tea. "I need to get out of here. Frodo would go with me if I asked him.but I know that deep in his heart he is still in love with the Shire.it's little rivers, the hills.the valleys." he sighed. "I am getting old, Gandalf. I know I do not look it, but.I can feel it in my heart. I feel stretched.like.like butter spread over too much bread."
Gandalf nodded. "If you feel you are ready to leave, Bilbo, then I suggest you go ahead with your plan. Rather to go for your dream than live with regret."
Bilbo smiled. "Yes."
"So where do you plan on going?"
"Rivendell."
"Good luck to you then."
"Confound it!"
Bilbo and Gandalf looked at each other and then towards the kitchen doorway. "Are you all right, lad?" asked Bilbo.
"Hellllpppp!"
Bilbo hopped up and hurried into the parlor. What met him was a rather ridiculous but funny sight.dear Frodo had gotten himself tangled up in ribbon and tape and was having a rather miserable time. "I can't get out!"
Gandalf laughed heartily when he saw the sight before him. Bilbo began laughing so hard that he could barely pick up the scissors to help his nephew. "You hobbits are always full of surprises, I must say." Gandalf joked.
Bilbo managed to grab the scissors through his laughter and began to cut Frodo out of the ribbon. "What a mess. Frodo.I wanted you to wrap the gifts.not yourself!"
Frodo scowled once he was set free and stood, shaking his head. "I didn't mean to."
Bilbo ruffled his hair. "Of course you didn't."
Later that evening, Gandalf took both hobbits outside to show them his collection of fireworks he had brought for the birthday party. "They look wonderful, Gandalf." Bilbo complimented. "It will be a lovely show."
Frodo then yawned rather loudly, announcing (quite bluntly in Bilbo's opinion) that it was time to hit the sack. They headed back inside and Bilbo gave Gandalf the guestroom for the night. "No trouble at all," Bilbo insisted when the wizard started to protest. "You are always welcome here."
"Thank you, Bilbo. Good night."
"Good night, Gandalf." Frodo added and they headed into their bedrooms.
Disclaimer: The characters and places in this story with the exception of Natannael, Kendalla, Erisanna and Irene are the property of J.R.R. Tolkien and the Tolkien Estate. Natannael, Kendalla and Erisanna are the property of my boyfriend's story "Oh What a Tangled Web" (it is not posted on Fanfiction.net and yes I have been given permission to use the characters) and Irene is my own creation. No reproductions!
A/N: this is the first LOTR fic I ever wrote and I did this after seeing the movie and before I ever read any of the books. So please.no flames! (
Chapter 1
Concerning Hobbits
Frodo Baggins gazed ahead as he sat on the riverbank one sunny and mild mid- September afternoon. He had a bit of a headache and figured sitting out in the fresh air would be of some help. He was jolted out of his daydream by the sound of wheels bouncing on the rocky road behind him. Smiling, he hopped up and went to inspect the cause of the racket. "You're late." What met his eye was the sight of an old man with a very long grey beard and bushy grey eyebrows. He was swathed in blue robes and a pointy blue hat sat on his head. This old man's name was Gandalf the Grey, and he was a wizard. "A wizard," Gandalf began chuckling. "Is never late. Nor is he ever early. He arrives precisely when he means to and not a moment sooner."
Frodo folded his arms and tried very desperately to keep a serious expression on his face, but he could not hold the expression for long. "It is good to see you again, Gandalf!" Frodo leapt into the wizard's arms, accepting a big bear hug.
"Frodo my lad.it is good to see you as well." Gandalf released the young hobbit smiling. "Let me get a good look at you."
Frodo smiled back. "I am well, Gandalf. I am glad you are here. Poor Bilbo is frantic, getting things ready for our big birthday party. He's been labeling presents all last night and all morning. I had a bit of a headache and he suggested I go outside and get a breath of fresh air."
Gandalf nodded. "Bilbo worries about your health, my boy."
"I know. I have not been ill since Yule and I only had a cold then."
The two friends were quiet for a while as they went up over a hill that overlooked the Shire. Hobbits could be seen working on their farms and when they passed the party field; local hobbits were helping set up the large banner that read HAPPY BIRTHDAY BILBO BAGGINS and the tents and tables were being set up. When they reached the town of Hobbiton, Frodo looked behind him to see a small group of hobbit children running after the cart. "Gandalf's back!" they cried. "G for Grand! Ooh.d'you see his fireworks? Fascinating!"
Gandalf and Frodo chuckled and Gandalf decided to delight the children by setting off a few small fireworks for them. Sooner than later the cart pulled up in front of Bag-End, the home of Mr. Bilbo and Frodo Baggins. Frodo hopped out of the cart and waited for Gandalf at the gate. On the front of the gate, a sign had been nailed that read: NO ADMITTANCE EXCPET ON PARTY BUSINESS. Gandalf descended to the ground from the cart and followed the tweenage hobbit to the front door. He opened it and led Gandalf inside. "Bilbo! Gandalf's here!" Frodo called.
"I'm busy, Frodo.tell whoever it is that I am not able to speak with them at the moment!"
Gandalf laughed. "No time to speak to an old friend, you rascal?"
Silence followed his comment and then: "Gandalf?"
"In deed. My goodness, Bilbo.one hundred and eleven years old! Who would believe it? You haven't aged a day!"
Bilbo blushed a little. "Well I.anyway. Would you like something to drink? Tea? Or perhaps something a little stronger? I still have some of the old winyards left.1296.a very good year.almost as old as I am!"
Frodo laughed. "Bilbo.calm down. What would you like, Gandalf?"
"Tea is find, thank you."
"I'll help you in the kitchen, Uncle Bilbo." Frodo followed Bilbo away and Gandalf stood alone in the hallway. It had been quite sometime since he had been inside Bag-End and he had almost forgotten what it looked like inside. In the kitchen, Frodo set the teapot on the stove and watched as his Uncle retrieved his jar of tea leaves from the cabinet. "How was your walk, Frodo?" Bilbo asked as he unscrewed the lid to the jar.
"All right. I do feel much better.my head does not ache anymore."
"Good. And how does the field look? Did you get a look at it?"
"I did. Everything is being set up just as you wanted it to be. They were just putting the banner up when Gandalf and I rode by."
"Excellent. Now Frodo.you do not mind that I announce you as my heir to Bag- End during my speech, do you? If you will be embarrassed I will not."
"I don't mind, Uncle." "That's my boy."
"Mind if I come in?" both hobbits jumped at Gandalf's voice and turned to see him peering into the kitchen.
"Of course not. Come on in.your tea will be ready in a few minutes."
Gandalf entered the kitchen, accidentally whacking his head on the top of the doorframe.
"Are you all right?" Frodo asked, his bright blue eyes wide.
"Fine, lad." Gandalf took a seat at the round oak table and looked up at the ceiling. When the tea was ready Bilbo poured a mug for each of them and they sat together at the table. "So.it is true then that you have decided to name Frodo your heir?"
Bilbo nodded. "Frodo.your life will change quite a bit after I make the announcement."
Frodo understood. "I figured it would."
"And you are all right with that?" asked Gandalf.
"I am."
*Knock* *Knock* There were a few knocks on the front door. "BILBO BAGGINS!"
Bilbo leapt up from his chair, nearly knocking over his mug of tea. "I'm not at home!" he hissed. "I need to get away from these confound relatives of mine.hanging on the bell all day and never giving me a moment's peace! Frodo, lad, will you tell whoever it is that I am not allowing visitors? And when you're finished with that, will you help me with the gifts in the parlor? I need to speak with Gandalf alone."
"All right, Uncle." Frodo stood and went to go and take care of whomever was at the door. When he was out of earshot, Bilbo lay his head on the table, sighing.
"So you mean to go through with your plan then?" Gandalf asked.
Bilbo nodded. "I want to see mountains again, Gandalf.mountains!"
"Frodo will miss you."
"I know." Bilbo frowned as he sipped his tea. "I need to get out of here. Frodo would go with me if I asked him.but I know that deep in his heart he is still in love with the Shire.it's little rivers, the hills.the valleys." he sighed. "I am getting old, Gandalf. I know I do not look it, but.I can feel it in my heart. I feel stretched.like.like butter spread over too much bread."
Gandalf nodded. "If you feel you are ready to leave, Bilbo, then I suggest you go ahead with your plan. Rather to go for your dream than live with regret."
Bilbo smiled. "Yes."
"So where do you plan on going?"
"Rivendell."
"Good luck to you then."
"Confound it!"
Bilbo and Gandalf looked at each other and then towards the kitchen doorway. "Are you all right, lad?" asked Bilbo.
"Hellllpppp!"
Bilbo hopped up and hurried into the parlor. What met him was a rather ridiculous but funny sight.dear Frodo had gotten himself tangled up in ribbon and tape and was having a rather miserable time. "I can't get out!"
Gandalf laughed heartily when he saw the sight before him. Bilbo began laughing so hard that he could barely pick up the scissors to help his nephew. "You hobbits are always full of surprises, I must say." Gandalf joked.
Bilbo managed to grab the scissors through his laughter and began to cut Frodo out of the ribbon. "What a mess. Frodo.I wanted you to wrap the gifts.not yourself!"
Frodo scowled once he was set free and stood, shaking his head. "I didn't mean to."
Bilbo ruffled his hair. "Of course you didn't."
Later that evening, Gandalf took both hobbits outside to show them his collection of fireworks he had brought for the birthday party. "They look wonderful, Gandalf." Bilbo complimented. "It will be a lovely show."
Frodo then yawned rather loudly, announcing (quite bluntly in Bilbo's opinion) that it was time to hit the sack. They headed back inside and Bilbo gave Gandalf the guestroom for the night. "No trouble at all," Bilbo insisted when the wizard started to protest. "You are always welcome here."
"Thank you, Bilbo. Good night."
"Good night, Gandalf." Frodo added and they headed into their bedrooms.