I don't own lord of the rings yada yada yada ya'll know the deal... not fully edited, reviews are welcome and appreciated but NO flames. If you MUST criticize make it CONSTRUCTIVE...Thank you

White flowers are scattered among the well seeded grasses. An idyllic setting at the end of a long hot summer... a figure is steadying her grip on a bow, standing beside a boy sitting comfortably reading a book.

In the distance, growing louder. Over the Gentle clip clop of an approaching cart and horse can be heard the humming of a deep voice to the tune of "The Road Goes Ever On and on..."

Suddenly! The figure in the grass sits up...looking straight at the one holding the bow and arrow, is a handsome young hobbit named Frodo Baggins, with a head of dark curly hair and deep blue eyes. His eyes alight with excitement! Tossing away the long stem of grass in his mouth, Frodo grabs the girl, who has strapped her bow to her back, and runs off.

The cart rattles along a leafy lane, driven by a stooped figure in Grey.

Frodo hangs on tightly to the young girl, who seems to tower over his frame of three feet six inches despite being only five feet four inches herself.

They rush forward, running over hills. .Jumping over logs... Dodging tree branches.

The shambling old pony snorts and rears as... Suddenly Frodo and the girl appear on a bank above the cart.

Frodo crosses his arms "You're late."

Gandalf glowers at the young Hobbit..."A Wizard is never late, Frodo Baggins, nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to. Isn't that correct Serilda"

"Right as always oh wise one" amusement evident in the playful lilt of her voice and the quirk of her lips.

They all look at each other a moment. Then start laughing as Frodo's face breaks into a smile and he leaps on to the front seat of the cart.

"It's wonderful to see you, Gandalf!"

Serilda takes a much more graceful approach, putting force behind her legs to use the incline to her advantage and land smoothly beside Gandalf and Frodo.

Next to Gandalf, they both look tiny in comparison.

"Would you very politely scoot over? After all you're not the only one wanting to greet Gandalf" the blue eyed, raven haired beauty directs towards Frodo. The casually playful tone making it obvious the two shared a close friendship. Frodo moves over so that she is seated between the two. "It really has been less exciting without your presence. Just today we were discussing what a shame it would have been for you to miss Bilbo's birthday"

"You didn't think I'd miss your Uncle Bilbo's birthday?" The almost rhetorical question aimed toward Frodo.

The cart rattles past a field lupin being tended by HOBBITS.

Frodo continues on, excitement making his brilliant blue eyes shine with innocent curiosity "What news of the outside world? Tell me everything!"

Gandalf looks down at Frodo and Serilda, a twinkle in his eye.

"What, everything? Far too eager and curious for a Hobbit. Most unnatural..."

The cart rattles over a Stone bridge towards a Busy Hobbit Marketplace.

"Well, what can I tell you? Life in the wide world goes on much as if it has past age. Full of its own comings and goings, scarcely even aware of the existence of Hobbits..."

Gandalf surveys the peaceful scene before him before continuing..."for which I am very thankful."

Hobbits look up exclaiming in wonder and excitement as the cart bearing Gandalf Serilda and Frodo rolls past the Green Dragon Inn...towards...The party field. Where scores of Hobbits are busy preparing for the big night.

"Ah, the long expected party. So, how is the old rascal? I hear it's going to be a Party of Special Magnificence."

"You know Bilbo...he's not one to pass up a good celebration or a chance to shake things up" Serilda's velvety soft voice fondly answers.

"Oh, well...that should please him".

"Half the Shire's been invited..." Frodo thoughtfully informs Gandalf

"Good gracious, me." Exclaims Gandalf.

"He's up to something."

"Oh, really?"

Frodo shoots a knowing look, as Gandalf averts his eyes. Then turning to look at Serilda, they have a silent conversation in seconds. Something suspicious is definitely going on, they can feel it in their bones.

"Alright then. Keep your secrets. Before you came along we Bagginses were very well thought of."

Serilda holds back a giggle knowing exactly what he is referring to.

"Indeed?"

"Never had any adventures or did anything unexpected."

"If you're referring to the incident with the Dragon...I was barely involved...all I did was give your Uncle a little nudge out the door."

"Whatever you did...you've been officially labeled as a Disturber of the Peace."

"Oh, really? I figured bringing Serilda upon the shire had already done that"

Frodo laughs heartedly while Serilda holds a hand to her chest in mock horror, trying to hide the laughter in her eyes "how offensive, you speak as if I am a plague"

That gains no response except for a quirk of an eyebrow from Gandalf which sends Frodo into a new bought of laughter. No longer able to contain it, she lets a wide

grin grace her full pink lips. Making her ivory skin glow as she joins Frodo. After a minute they manage to compose themselves although keeping their smiles intact.

ODO PROUDFOOT looks up as the Cart passes by, deeply suspicious.

As the cart rattles into the small village of Hobbiton...a quaint rustic settlement, nestled amongst rolling green hills and large trees.

The Hobbits live in Hobbit Holes: neat burrows dug into the grassy hillside, with round doors and cute front gardens.

Seeing Gandalf a group of excited children, chase after the cart.

Gandalf ignores the children's cries. The children stand deflated, watching Gandalf disappear up the lane. At that moment: spinning balls of bright color suddenly leap out of the cart, fizzing over the heads of the delighted children. Their cheers and laughter filling the air, seeming to surround them in its joyful innocence.

Gandalf smiles to himself, well pleased with his joke. Odo Proudfoot is unable to suppress a chuckle. Frodo stands up in the cart grabbing Serilda's hand as Gandalf reigns in the horse.

"Gandalf... I'm glad you're back." Frodo lets go of Serilda and leaps expertly from the cart. Gandalf smiles warmly down at him before turning his gaze to Serilda who throws her arms impulsively around the wizard giving him a warm hug. "I'm glad you're back too grandpa" she whispers softly then imitates Frodo's action leaping off the cart.

"So am I, dear ones...so am I"