YULE
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Chapter1 The Hill
"Uncle, do you need help in there?" Frodo Baggins asked as he lay on the carpet in the large parlor of Bag-End reading. It was the night before the fantastic Yule Holiday.a time when all hobbit families got together to exchange gifts and eat wonderful meals. This would be Frodo's first Yule holiday at Bag-End as he had recently come to stay with his Uncle Bilbo Baggins, one of the most wellknown hobbits in the Shire. "No dear boy." Bilbo called from the kitchen where he stood stuffing the enormous turkey he had gotten from the market earlier that day. The old hobbit had just recently turned 99 years old but most hobbits would say that he looked no older than at least fifty years. Bilbo finished stuffing the turkey and opened the oven when he felt another presence in the room. "Frodo.is something the matter?" Bilbo looked up to see his tweenage nephew standing in the kitchen doorway. The lad shook his head. "Wanted to see what you were doing." "Ah. In that case." Bilbo put the turkey into the oven and shut the door. "You could help me peel the potatoes if you would be willing." Frodo nodded and sat down at the dining room table with the bucket of potatoes his Uncle had set up. Bilbo took the garbage can for the potatoe peels and grabbed two peelers. "There you are Frodo. Now you take it like this and gently go along the side.good!" As he got to work, Frodo looked at his Uncle. "Mr. Gamgee said that he and Sam are going sledding on the Hill tonight. Can I go?" Bilbo frowned. "Frodo.it gets very cold outside at night." "I'll bundle up.I promise. Please can't I go?" Bilbo sighed. "Well." he paused. "I suppose it wouldn't hurt." Frodo smiled and continued his chore. When the potatoes were all peeled and put into a pot of boiling water, Frodo went to put on his snowsuit and heavy jacket. "Don't forget your hat, scarf and mittens!" Bilbo called. "I've got them, Uncle! I won't be back late at all." He gave Bilbo a kiss. "Please be careful." "I will." Frodo opened the round green door and stepped outside into the snow. Bilbo watched from the window as the tweenager hurried to join Hamfast Gamgee and his five-year-old son Samwise who had their sleds ready and smiled. When he was certain Frodo was all right, Bilbo went back inside to check on his food. He had adopted Frodo after the boys' parents had died in a boating accident on the Brandywine River. Not for charity as most of the local hobbits originally thought, but because Bilbo loved Frodo very much and they had so much in common (including the same birthday: September 22). Neither of the Baggins's was considered "Practical" hobbits. In fact, by Shire standards, Bilbo was considered the strangest of them all. Fifty years earlier he had been called on to go on a great adventure to a dragon's layer with a group of thirteen dwarves. Many hobbits had not expected Bilbo to return from the journey but were shocked when he did in deed return and very rich as well! Bilbo, when he decided that everything in the kitchen was underway and in no need of constant care, he went into the parlor and took a seat in his favorite cushioned chair by the cackling fire. He sat quietly and watched as his nephew and neighbor goofed around in the snow outside underneath the full moon.
Chapter1 The Hill
"Uncle, do you need help in there?" Frodo Baggins asked as he lay on the carpet in the large parlor of Bag-End reading. It was the night before the fantastic Yule Holiday.a time when all hobbit families got together to exchange gifts and eat wonderful meals. This would be Frodo's first Yule holiday at Bag-End as he had recently come to stay with his Uncle Bilbo Baggins, one of the most wellknown hobbits in the Shire. "No dear boy." Bilbo called from the kitchen where he stood stuffing the enormous turkey he had gotten from the market earlier that day. The old hobbit had just recently turned 99 years old but most hobbits would say that he looked no older than at least fifty years. Bilbo finished stuffing the turkey and opened the oven when he felt another presence in the room. "Frodo.is something the matter?" Bilbo looked up to see his tweenage nephew standing in the kitchen doorway. The lad shook his head. "Wanted to see what you were doing." "Ah. In that case." Bilbo put the turkey into the oven and shut the door. "You could help me peel the potatoes if you would be willing." Frodo nodded and sat down at the dining room table with the bucket of potatoes his Uncle had set up. Bilbo took the garbage can for the potatoe peels and grabbed two peelers. "There you are Frodo. Now you take it like this and gently go along the side.good!" As he got to work, Frodo looked at his Uncle. "Mr. Gamgee said that he and Sam are going sledding on the Hill tonight. Can I go?" Bilbo frowned. "Frodo.it gets very cold outside at night." "I'll bundle up.I promise. Please can't I go?" Bilbo sighed. "Well." he paused. "I suppose it wouldn't hurt." Frodo smiled and continued his chore. When the potatoes were all peeled and put into a pot of boiling water, Frodo went to put on his snowsuit and heavy jacket. "Don't forget your hat, scarf and mittens!" Bilbo called. "I've got them, Uncle! I won't be back late at all." He gave Bilbo a kiss. "Please be careful." "I will." Frodo opened the round green door and stepped outside into the snow. Bilbo watched from the window as the tweenager hurried to join Hamfast Gamgee and his five-year-old son Samwise who had their sleds ready and smiled. When he was certain Frodo was all right, Bilbo went back inside to check on his food. He had adopted Frodo after the boys' parents had died in a boating accident on the Brandywine River. Not for charity as most of the local hobbits originally thought, but because Bilbo loved Frodo very much and they had so much in common (including the same birthday: September 22). Neither of the Baggins's was considered "Practical" hobbits. In fact, by Shire standards, Bilbo was considered the strangest of them all. Fifty years earlier he had been called on to go on a great adventure to a dragon's layer with a group of thirteen dwarves. Many hobbits had not expected Bilbo to return from the journey but were shocked when he did in deed return and very rich as well! Bilbo, when he decided that everything in the kitchen was underway and in no need of constant care, he went into the parlor and took a seat in his favorite cushioned chair by the cackling fire. He sat quietly and watched as his nephew and neighbor goofed around in the snow outside underneath the full moon.