Sorry…. Didn't do a disclaimer at the first chapter but I'm all new at this
and I didn't know how it all worked… don't hit me please…:(
Well, here it is anyway:
I do NOT own any of the characters (yeah, as if you would believe me if I said I did) I'm just a fan and addicted.
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There was a soft knock on the door but Frodo decided to act as if he didn't hear it. A few seconds later a second knock was heared and the door opened slowly. Trough the slits of his eyes, Frodo could see the face of his uncle Bilbo pearing through the door.
"Frodo," he said, "are you getting up? It's getting later and breakfast is already on the table."
Frodo replied with a soft grumble.
"Well, I take that as a yes. I'll see you in a couple of minutes."
Frodo heard his uncle leave the room and turned to lie on his back. He put his hands behind his head and started thinking of a good reason to get up and leave his warm bed. The thought of breakfast seemed to make up his mind so he got up and got dressed. He stepped out of the room and turned a few corners in the hobbithole until he finally entered the diningroom. On the table a nice but small breakfast was placed. Frodo looked dissapointed at the small amount of food and searched the room for his uncle. His face lit up when Bilbo walked in with a large plate of croissants (don't think they have those in Middle-Earth, but they're just too delicious to not mention). Frodo sat down at the table while Bilbo took place on a seat on the other side. They talked some small talk while eating their breakfast.
"What do you plan on doing today?" Frodo asked. He felt like hanging around the hole today and wondered if Bilbo wanted to join him. Bilbo waited a few seconds before he replied.
"Well," he started and took a deep breath, "you know what day it is, I suppose. And I think given the circumstances I'll…" but he stopped talking when he saw the bewildered look on Frodo's face.
"You do know what day it is, right?" Bilbo asked. He didn't like the way this was going. When Frodo shrugged, Bilbo continued.
"It has been 14 years since……. since your parents past away. Today. I thought you would've remembered. But I'm going to their graves today and…. well…. If you want to join me. I mean, if you feel like it."
Frodo looked at the plate in front of him. It was still half-filled with food but all of a sudden he'd lost his appetite. How could he've forgotten this day? Did this mean that he was forgetting his parents as well? No, he still thought about them every day. He could never forget them. Or could he? Maybe this was just the start.
He felt nauseaus and stood up from the table. He walked past Bilbo without looking at him, but Bilbo grabbed his arm and made Frodo snap back from his thoughts.
"Are you all right, dear boy?" Bilbo asked and Frodo smiled a fake smile at him and said:
"I'm fine, I just need some air. I guess that last bite was one too many." He stepped away from Bilbo and walked to the round door of the hobbithole. He stepped outside and walked around the house. He sat down with his back to the hole and stared at the fields that spread till the beginning of the forest and thought about his life and what he was supposed to do now.
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Please, review. This is my first fic and I'd really like to know how I'm doing. Even if it's bad. *prays nobody will burn her to death woth flames*
Well, here it is anyway:
I do NOT own any of the characters (yeah, as if you would believe me if I said I did) I'm just a fan and addicted.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
There was a soft knock on the door but Frodo decided to act as if he didn't hear it. A few seconds later a second knock was heared and the door opened slowly. Trough the slits of his eyes, Frodo could see the face of his uncle Bilbo pearing through the door.
"Frodo," he said, "are you getting up? It's getting later and breakfast is already on the table."
Frodo replied with a soft grumble.
"Well, I take that as a yes. I'll see you in a couple of minutes."
Frodo heard his uncle leave the room and turned to lie on his back. He put his hands behind his head and started thinking of a good reason to get up and leave his warm bed. The thought of breakfast seemed to make up his mind so he got up and got dressed. He stepped out of the room and turned a few corners in the hobbithole until he finally entered the diningroom. On the table a nice but small breakfast was placed. Frodo looked dissapointed at the small amount of food and searched the room for his uncle. His face lit up when Bilbo walked in with a large plate of croissants (don't think they have those in Middle-Earth, but they're just too delicious to not mention). Frodo sat down at the table while Bilbo took place on a seat on the other side. They talked some small talk while eating their breakfast.
"What do you plan on doing today?" Frodo asked. He felt like hanging around the hole today and wondered if Bilbo wanted to join him. Bilbo waited a few seconds before he replied.
"Well," he started and took a deep breath, "you know what day it is, I suppose. And I think given the circumstances I'll…" but he stopped talking when he saw the bewildered look on Frodo's face.
"You do know what day it is, right?" Bilbo asked. He didn't like the way this was going. When Frodo shrugged, Bilbo continued.
"It has been 14 years since……. since your parents past away. Today. I thought you would've remembered. But I'm going to their graves today and…. well…. If you want to join me. I mean, if you feel like it."
Frodo looked at the plate in front of him. It was still half-filled with food but all of a sudden he'd lost his appetite. How could he've forgotten this day? Did this mean that he was forgetting his parents as well? No, he still thought about them every day. He could never forget them. Or could he? Maybe this was just the start.
He felt nauseaus and stood up from the table. He walked past Bilbo without looking at him, but Bilbo grabbed his arm and made Frodo snap back from his thoughts.
"Are you all right, dear boy?" Bilbo asked and Frodo smiled a fake smile at him and said:
"I'm fine, I just need some air. I guess that last bite was one too many." He stepped away from Bilbo and walked to the round door of the hobbithole. He stepped outside and walked around the house. He sat down with his back to the hole and stared at the fields that spread till the beginning of the forest and thought about his life and what he was supposed to do now.
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Please, review. This is my first fic and I'd really like to know how I'm doing. Even if it's bad. *prays nobody will burn her to death woth flames*
