** Disclaimer: I own absolutely no characters in this story, well save for
the two "Shire-ling Strangers" Ali and Becca. The rest are the products of
J.R.R. Tolkein's wonderful mind, and it is he who owns them. When someone
decides that they are to be sold, let me know.**
Shire-ling Strangers
Chapter 1: "WHAT am I wearing?!"
One bright and sunny day within the shire, Gandalf was visiting Bilbo. When he arrived there though, Bilbo was out visiting his semi- distant relations, the Tooks. He had left young sixteen-year-old Frodo to watch Bag End; and Frodo, being the mischievous, young, currently-unwatched hobbit we all love, stole five cookies from Bilbo's cookie jar. Then he invited over young master Meriadoc Brandybuck (15 years) and his sidekick Perigrine Took (14 years).
Anyway, as Gandalf opened the already loosely opened gate, he passed 15 year old Sam, working hard in the garden. Ever hobbit in the Shire knew he only did it so as to become friends with Frodo and the others. "Hello Samwise, how are you enjoying this lovely day?" Gandalf smiled jovially at Sam.
"Oh, uh, j-j-just fine Mr. Gandalf sir." Sam blushed, from his discomfort and fear of Gandalf.
"Why don't you join me inside?" Asked Gandalf smiling.
"A-A-Alright sir." Sam stuttered, dropping his shove.
When they got inside they were surprised to see Frodo, Merry, and Pippin playing strip poker. It looked as if young Pippin was winning. Both Frodo and Merry were missing their shirts, and Frodo was missing the vest he'd been wearing earlier. "Oh, g'day Gandalf." Frodo exclaimed, jumping out of his chair to allow Gandalf a seat.
"Oy, Gandalf! Will you show us some magic tricks?" Pippin asked excitedly.
Gandalf took some persuading but eventually gave in. "I will perform a rather amazing trick for you." Gandalf began mightily, carefully avoiding the roof. Then Gandalf bent down to ask Frodo, "Say, Frodo, do you have a pair of doves that I can borrow?" Frodo only shook his head. "How about rabbits?" Again, he received only a shaken head. "Pots?" Gandalf's eyes filled with desperateness.
"Sure!" Exclaimed Frodo jumping up and grabbing two pots from the kitchen. He bounced back clanging them together happily.
"I shall transform these two pots into two young hobbit lasses. Then I shall turn them back. Ahem, L-"
"Why d'ya hafta' turn em' back?" Merry asked pouting.
"He's right guys," Frodo began, "Bilbo'll be missin' his pots." Then the tree hobbits burst into laughter; Sam was just standing to the side, wringing his hands.
Frodo pulled up two chairs, and sat down in one patting the other. "C'mon over Sam, we don't bite." Sam blushed, but obeyed.
Gandalf loudly proclaimed the magic words and two young girls appeared in the middle of Bag End.
They were the size of hobbit lasses, but they certainly weren't. They were wearing shoes, and didn't have pointy ears.
One was about Merry's size; she had dark brown hair flowing down to her mid- arm. Her brown eyes, even though they showed a lot of surprise, still sparkled mischievously. She was the first to speak. "Who are you? Where am I? WHAT am I wearing?!"
**Author's Note: Okay, well, I hope you all found that enjoyable. Let me know what you think. If you loved it, let me know. If it was mildly good, tell me so. If there are any errors that you know of, I can't fix them unless you tell me. If you hated it, tell me why (politely please.). Heck, if you bothered to read this far, review and say SOMETHING!**
Shire-ling Strangers
Chapter 1: "WHAT am I wearing?!"
One bright and sunny day within the shire, Gandalf was visiting Bilbo. When he arrived there though, Bilbo was out visiting his semi- distant relations, the Tooks. He had left young sixteen-year-old Frodo to watch Bag End; and Frodo, being the mischievous, young, currently-unwatched hobbit we all love, stole five cookies from Bilbo's cookie jar. Then he invited over young master Meriadoc Brandybuck (15 years) and his sidekick Perigrine Took (14 years).
Anyway, as Gandalf opened the already loosely opened gate, he passed 15 year old Sam, working hard in the garden. Ever hobbit in the Shire knew he only did it so as to become friends with Frodo and the others. "Hello Samwise, how are you enjoying this lovely day?" Gandalf smiled jovially at Sam.
"Oh, uh, j-j-just fine Mr. Gandalf sir." Sam blushed, from his discomfort and fear of Gandalf.
"Why don't you join me inside?" Asked Gandalf smiling.
"A-A-Alright sir." Sam stuttered, dropping his shove.
When they got inside they were surprised to see Frodo, Merry, and Pippin playing strip poker. It looked as if young Pippin was winning. Both Frodo and Merry were missing their shirts, and Frodo was missing the vest he'd been wearing earlier. "Oh, g'day Gandalf." Frodo exclaimed, jumping out of his chair to allow Gandalf a seat.
"Oy, Gandalf! Will you show us some magic tricks?" Pippin asked excitedly.
Gandalf took some persuading but eventually gave in. "I will perform a rather amazing trick for you." Gandalf began mightily, carefully avoiding the roof. Then Gandalf bent down to ask Frodo, "Say, Frodo, do you have a pair of doves that I can borrow?" Frodo only shook his head. "How about rabbits?" Again, he received only a shaken head. "Pots?" Gandalf's eyes filled with desperateness.
"Sure!" Exclaimed Frodo jumping up and grabbing two pots from the kitchen. He bounced back clanging them together happily.
"I shall transform these two pots into two young hobbit lasses. Then I shall turn them back. Ahem, L-"
"Why d'ya hafta' turn em' back?" Merry asked pouting.
"He's right guys," Frodo began, "Bilbo'll be missin' his pots." Then the tree hobbits burst into laughter; Sam was just standing to the side, wringing his hands.
Frodo pulled up two chairs, and sat down in one patting the other. "C'mon over Sam, we don't bite." Sam blushed, but obeyed.
Gandalf loudly proclaimed the magic words and two young girls appeared in the middle of Bag End.
They were the size of hobbit lasses, but they certainly weren't. They were wearing shoes, and didn't have pointy ears.
One was about Merry's size; she had dark brown hair flowing down to her mid- arm. Her brown eyes, even though they showed a lot of surprise, still sparkled mischievously. She was the first to speak. "Who are you? Where am I? WHAT am I wearing?!"
**Author's Note: Okay, well, I hope you all found that enjoyable. Let me know what you think. If you loved it, let me know. If it was mildly good, tell me so. If there are any errors that you know of, I can't fix them unless you tell me. If you hated it, tell me why (politely please.). Heck, if you bothered to read this far, review and say SOMETHING!**