Say You'll Remember Me

by Tinuiell

In which, Angelica used to be a respectable hobbit, Koffi just wants his freedom, and Eluine has authority issues. Or: How Edmund and Lauriell attempt to keep their three new friends out of trouble and how it doesn't work. (Five friends of dubious origin are pushed together by the strangest of circumstances, and wind up on the adventure of a lifetime.) Incomplete. Currently K .

For ANGELICA'S use, from Uncle Bilbo; on a round convex mirror. She was a young Baggins, and too obviously considered her face shapely.

ANGELICA BAGGINS

All hobbits, with-out exception, do exactly what's expected of them, always.

That is, until Bilbo Baggins came along.

I was not around for his first adventure, though I grew up on the stories straight from Uncle Bilbo's mouth, and I was still pretty young when he left the second time.

Despite my fascination with my uncle's stories, I was very satisfied with doing what the proper-like hobbits wanted me to do. Adventures were for my uncle - my job was to be a good hobbit and stay in the Shire.

Or so I thought.

Seventeen years after my uncle left, Frodo moved from Bag-end . . . and dissappeared. The following years were very hard on the Shire - on the world in general, but the ignited a fire in me. A growing spark.

A yearning for knowledge.

I wanted to know what was out there in the great, wide world. I wanted to go and expirience it first-hand.

But most of all, I never wanted to be helpless again.

In the ten years that followed the fall of Sauron, the fire inside me grew and grew. I learned everything I could about the world outside the Shire. I had Frodo tell me the stories of his adventures, I read all the books I could get a hold of, I walked through the woods and feilds almost daily, hoping to come across a traveler willing to share some new information.

Hobbits began to call me strange. They said no good could come of it, that I would wander off into the old forest one day, too caught up in my curiousity to care, and never wander back out.

It wasn't until my thirty-eighth birthday that I built up the courage to leave the Shire.

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No own. No sue.

Bonjour! I'm GloriousRebelPeanut, but for short you can call me Gloria. Please, keep in mind that neither of these is my real name. This is my first fanfiction so I hope y'all like it. Reviews are love, oui? They keep me motivated. This is the first draft of my story, so I would be so thankful for some constructive criticism. (Flames will be used to roast marshmellows).

Merci,

Gloria

-December 13, 2015-