Disclaimers: I do not own The Lord of the Rings. J.R.R. Tolkien does. All other canon material belongs to their respected owners. All original material belongs to me, the authoress of this fanfiction challenge.
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Welcome to my fourth drabble challenge. :)
This challenge picks up where my third drabble challenge, One Hundred Tales to Weave, left off. This drabble challenge also is going to be more story driven, with different parts connected to the one story or stories. :) Like the other drabble challenges I worked on before, there may be stand-alone drabbles as well as longer stories. So, something to look forward to. :)
Enjoy! :)
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7.) Sunset
Story: Frodo and the Woodland Realm
Word Count: 438
Frodo Baggins found himself in an unusual predicament. He already spent half his lunch hour with the elven prince and king, and yet he didn't know anything about them, other than they lived here in the Greenwood. Who were they? What were there stories?
Frodo was a perky chap with bright blue eyes, fairer skin from the Fallohide blood on his mother's side of the family, and curly brown hair, sitting on the top of his head and his feet. For this occasion, he was dressed in a deep maroon jacket and a flowery waistcoat, over a white dress shirt. The breeches were also deep red. Somehow, it felt right to dress similar to what Bilbo Baggins, his uncle, wore when he came to the Woodland Realm.
As for Legolas, he was dressed in green archer's clothes and Thranduil in grey robes. In the shadowy part of the Woodland Realm, their hair looked dark. But in daylight, their hair was golden. Frodo glimpsed at them for a few seconds, before digging into his food again, which was quite divine.
"This is good," Frodo said, curtly. "Do you have anything else?"
Thranduil stared at him like he gone mad, but he didn't speak that way to the hobbit. Instead, he said, "Frodo, tonight, after sunset, I'm throwing a ball for you. I'd like you to come. You'll be the first hobbit to attend an elvish festival."
"Father," Legolas said, stunned, "you can't be serious. Frodo will stand out amongst the crowd."
"I'm being serious," Thranduil said with a smirk. "It'll give this hobbit a chance to mingle with the elves from our kingdom. Who knows? He may yet find love."
"I'm not sure," Frodo smirked, unable to control himself. "I don't think an elven ball would suit me." He admitted, "Legolas is right! I stand out."
"Oh, give it a chance." Thranduil smiled, mischievously. "You'll see I'm right."
"Father," Legolas tried again, serious, "are you sure we want to bring Frodo to our party? This doesn't sound right."
"Nonsense. Frodo's our guest. We only want to entertain him." Thranduil said.
"Or lonely," Frodo said, looking down at his food. The last thing he wanted was to be an embarrassment. Was this a good idea? Or was Thranduil testing him? "Fine. I'll attend your party. But I don't want to be bullied, because of my height."
"Oh, don't worry about that," Thranduil said, mysteriously. "You will be well taken care of."
"Thanks," Frodo said, returning to his meal.
"You're welcome," Thranduil said. Frodo looked at him one last time, wondering what was going on with him. Maybe, he wouldn't know.
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Thanks for reading. :)