Hahah, my cousin suggested this be called "The amalgamated villans of middle earth v. Magento, 006, A lawn gnome and some other people who crave attention." But nah. I made a less funnier and lamer title. Go me. Ugh.

Anyhoo, disclaimers shmaimers. Um, I don't own Lord of the Rings or any characters, or anything like that. Tolkien made them all, and I thank him deeply for his genius-ness work. (School people: We said this girl is gifted?! Good Lord, what were we on?!) Okay fellow Tolkienites or simple LotR fans, this is about a girl hobbit who loves a certain other hobbit, and gets caught up in the whole plot of LotR and.......oh, just read it. It's based on the movie by the way. And yes, I've read the books and adore them, but I'm afraid of messing up too badly and being flamed, so I kept it simple. So I don't accidentally mess up some family tree thing or someone's age or something and people who have been fans longer than me will hack at me with swords and various items. So, this is much safer. Yeah.

I've seen the movie 6 times so far. Read the 3 LotR books, read the Hobbit, recently purchased Unfinished Tales and got The Silmarillion for Christmas. Don't worry. I'll try my best to keep you fellow fans happy. And if you aren't happy, well then I'll hide behind the Hiding Rock. *is pelted by various items to shut up and just get on with the story* Okay, okay! Remember: this is NOT a Mary Sue fic. My character is a klutz. Like me. Hurrah! Okay. Just read the story. BTW, I am a HUGE Pippin fan and a HUGE Sam fan. Okay, that is enough of this. READ AND REVIEW, AND KEEP THE FLAMING TO A MINIMUM!!!!!!!!! I AM A SENSITIVE PERSON!!!!!!!! ENJOY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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The morning dew sparkled on the grass, and the land was bathed in the gentle glow of the sun. All over the Shire, hobbits were just waking up and going about their morning routines. However, in the little town of Hobbiton, things were not so peaceful in the room of one hobbit-hole.

CRASH!! "OW!!!!!!!!!"

In the room of the hole, a young female hobbit was rubbing her head as she got up from the floor. She brushed her curly and extremely messy blonde hair out of her eyes and squinted at an object on her table. Tools of all sorts lay across the table, but in the centre of the mess, there sat a small contraption made of wood. Having smashed the hammer down on her table too hard and slipped on a stray nail, Leesa decided it'd be best to leave her project alone for the time being.

Leesa had gotten up earlier than the rest of her household, and she was surprised that her yell hadn't woken them up. She fixed herself a breakfast of toast, and then a second breakfast of oatmeal. By then, her family HAD gotten up and she waved goodbye to her mother as she ran out the door. "Make sure to be back so we can discuss your party chores!" her mother called after her. Once outside, Leesa winced, remembering that she had promised to help with the decorations for Bilbo Baggins's upcoming eleventy-first birthday party. "Oh well," she reminded her self. "At least the others are helping too. And besides, the party sounds like it'll be splendid!"

Leesa ran down the road, past other hobbit-holes. She was planning to meet her friends at the Green Dragon Inn that morning, and she didn't want to be late. They were going to discuss party issues. No way was she missing that!

Unlike most hobbits, Leesa had a very curious nature and was always trying out new things. Other than being known only as a rather clumsy hobbit (which she was), she was also widely known for her experiments and creations throughout the town, and as young as Leesa was, she had all she could ever want in the whole Shire. Amazing friends, a beautiful home, a caring family, and very special feelings towards one of her best friends. Peregrin, or Pippin, Took.

She burst through the doors, and the owner of the Green Dragon, Furlen Pottlemotter, greeted her as she ran by. Leesa hurried to a table where most of her friends sat. Smiling and greeting them, she noted that Merry and Pippin were the only two that hadn't arrived yet. Absentmindedly drumming her fingers on the table, Leesa wondered anxiously when they WOULD get there. Rosie, her best friend, who was sitting beside her, tapped her on the shoulder and smiled reassuringly. "Don't worry, he'll be here," she whispered. Leesa blushed and held back a stupid sounding giggle. Rosie was the only one of her friends who knew about her crush on Pippin, but she swore not to tell anyone. "Until I'm ready," Leesa had reminded her.

Merry and Pippin finally hurried in, apologizing as they sat down. "Pippin forgot that he promised to meet me by the bridge this morning," Merry said accusingly. Pippin grinned ruefully as he took a seat across from Leesa, who had to keep herself from smiling like an insane fool.

They began to discuss who was going to the party with who, which had been a common topic around with the younger hobbits. "You know what?" Rosie said, glancing at Leesa with a small smile. "I think we should go to the party with each other. You know, pair each of us up. After all, there ARE four boys and four girls among us."

Merry agreed with this. "Makes more sense than asking others," he commented with a shrug. "I'll go with Sera. Frodo should go with Atrell." Atrell and Sera both grinned and looked at each other.

Sam, looking a bit awkward, said, "If you don't mind, Rosie, I'll go with you." Rosie smiled and said, "I'd be delighted, Samwise Gamgee!" This left Leesa feeling very giddy. That means I can go with Pippin! she thought happily.

Pippin laughed and said, "Hooray! That means I get to go with Leesa!" With that, Leesa couldn't have felt any happier at her own good fortune. "Then it's settled," Frodo confirmed. "We've all got partners." With that matter done, the eight hobbits chatted about the entertainment and what they could do to help with the decorating.

Suddenly, Leesa blurted out, "I have an idea!" This wasn't surprising to the rest of them, considering she always had an idea, but she begged them to hear her out. "How about," she began mischeviously, "we have a camp-out tonight? We could have it under our Meeting Tree." She was referring to the group's favourite large tree at the edge of the woods beside the Party Field that they always hung out around.

Everyone liked the idea, and promised to be there. And, Leesa thought gleefully, it'll let me be able to spend more time around Pippin!

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After Leesa returned home, recieved permission to go to the camp-out, and was assigned chores in return for the permission, she headed off to Bilbo's to deliver her mother's baking. She knocked on his door, and Frodo answered with a smile. "Hi Frodo," she greeted him. "My mother sent me with this cake for Bilbo's party." Frodo laughed, and said, "Thank you very much, I'm sure he'll appreciate this. Come on inside." He held open the door for her and they put the cake away with all the other goods. Frodo had the tea on already, so they both sat down and chatted away about the party.

"Now tell me," Frodo said, as he set down his cup on the table. "How excited are you about going to the party with Pippin?" Leesa nearly spilt her tea in shock. "Wha-huh-what....." she stammered, in complete panic. Suddenly, it came to her. The only way Frodo could have known. "Rosie!" she thundered. "She promised not to tell!" Frodo chuckled a bit. "Don't blame Rosie, it's my fault for knowing. I pretty much guessed it on account of how many times I've seen you gazing at Pippin with a rather dreamy smile. And I know the look of love." Frodo's eyes misted over a bit. "In fact, I've probably worn it more often than not."

Leesa, though embarrassed about her secret escaping due to her own carelessness, wondered who Frodo was talking about. "Who......." she began tentatively, "who is it that you love? I mean, you don't have to tell me if you don't want, but I just was wondering-" Frodo cut her off with a laugh. "Well, since I know who you love, I don't mind telling you. It's......." Frodo hesitated a bit, and then continued. "Its Atrell." He then busied himself with looking into his tea, but Leesa smiled. "That's nice that it's someone in our 'group' of friends," she said happily. The two talked for a little while longer, and then Leesa realized that she'd be in big trouble if she didn't head home soon. "I promised I'd finish my chores, and if I want to go to the camp-out tonight, I'd better finish them!" Thanking Frodo for the tea, she headed home in a rush.