One-Shot:

Life as a Rabbit

A burning sensation coursed through Frodo's veins. The golden light glowed brighter, clouding his vision. His hand… it was changing, like he was! He was growing smaller, while his feet grew longer. He sneezed from all the brown fur that protruded on his skin. Wait! He was furry?

The sensation stopped. He was still donned in hobbit clothes, but they were just as small as he. He looked at May. She too was still donned in her purple dress. How?

"Mr. Frodo?" Sam asked, dropping his papers.

Frodo licked his lips. Those parchment papers looked tasty! He bounded out of the chair, leaping straight for the pile. Sam grabbed the papers in time before he snatched them. He wasn't sure if it was a reward, but Sam petted him on the head. He smiled, glad to have him as a friend.

"Why it didn't work for me?" Sam asked, concerned. "I would love to become a rabbit!"

Wait… Sam, don't! Frodo thought, rushing towards him and tugging at his breeches' leg.

Zap!

Frodo watched in horror! Oh no! Sam was a rabbit, too. They were all brown rabbits! What sort of curse was this? How would they change back?

Sam, we need a plan… Frodo sniffed the papers. He wanted to eat them.

Mr. Frodo, we need to use this counter-curse! Sam said, also sniffing the papers. They look so good!

Let's focus and… May! Stop! Frodo screamed. It was too late! May had already eaten up the parchment.

What? May gulped, confused. I was so hungry!

That was the counter-curse! Sam cried in agony.

Oh, I'm sorry. May said, concerned. It was sitting right there. We all wanted to taste those papers. She sighed in delight. Mmm… yummy!

Let's figure out a plan! Frodo said, searching for more food.

We need some food, Sam said, looking around the room for scraps.

No. We need a plan. Somebody's got to have a plan! Frodo said, stressed.

Lighten up, Frodo! May said, pleased. Now, what did those papers say? Before I ate them.

Well, it said that whoever lives life as a rabbit and understands it will go back to hobbit form, Sam recited, while eating an orange.

Ah! That should be easy— May was interrupted by a change, a physical change. She grew bigger until she was back in hobbit form. She looked at herself in awe, belching and searching for some water. She looked at the two rabbits in concern. "Oh Sam, Frodo." She hugged them both. "I hope you turn into hobbits soon."

Flash!

Sam was back in hobbit form and spinning about the room in excitement! He needed some water. "Well, that was fun." He looked at Frodo, saddened by what he saw. "Oh, Mr. Frodo, I'm sorry. Maybe there's a way to cure you, too!"

"How did we do it?" May asked, worried.

"I think we accepted our rabbit forms… that's it!" Sam cried, curious. He looked at Frodo again, telling him in awe, "Oh, Mr. Frodo, can't you change back? Accept who you are! It's what we did and it worked!"

Frodo looked away, wondering what it was all worth? The papers were eaten up! Sam and May figured out the counter-curse on their own! He sighed, knowing then that he was doomed.