A/N: Hello there! First of all, thank you for reading my story! Second of all, can u PLZ review if u haven't already?!?!?!?! ^_^ '
Yep, as I said before, I kept our favorites hobbits young! It's better for my story that way! I will give you their ages in one of the next chapters once all of the characters are 'out', k?
Oh, n if there's any mistakes (whether it's a typing error or spelling -- english is my 3rd language after vietnamese and french but I speak them all fluently, since I was born n raised in Mtl... but even then...)
Enough about my life, on with the story!
Frodo had yet to reach Bag End when a white dove flew to him and settled itself on his shoulder. There was a small scroll tightly tied to a rope around the bird's neck. The hobbit took it out carefully before rolling it out.
Make for Rivendell as soon as possible.
That was it. A simple sentence. Nothing else. Frodo kept staring at the piece of paper in confusion before turning at the sound of someone's panting.
"What is it about?"
"I do not know, dear Sam. It seems it was written in a hurry. Looks like I'll have to go back to Rivendell once again-"
"Not without me!"
"But Sam-"
"You aren't going anywhere without me!"
"But-"
"We're coming to!" a almost high-pitched voice interrupted out of nowhere, making them jump and nearly scaring the hell out of the bird.
"Pippin? Merry? But-"
"We. Are. Coming!"
"But-"
"No "buts", the three of us are coming with you. Beside, you know we are the most thick-headed hobbits in the Shire." the second hobbit replied in a authoritative tone.
"But-"
"FRODO!" the three others nearly shouted back.
"Alright alright!!! Sheesh, calm down... What are the two of you doing here anyway? Sneaking on us again?"
"Uh..." It was now Merry's turn to stutter.
"No time to talk! Uh... The letter told us to hurry, Merry and I will meet the two of you at the gate in an hour! Goodbye!" spluttered Pippin, before grabbing his accomplice by the collar and running away, all the while stumbling here and there.
"Let go Pip, ya hurthin' me! Pippin, do you hear wh..."
The voices grew fainter while Sam couldn't help but smile at their antics. He turned back to Frodo, noticing him rolling his eyes.
"We should hurry Frodo."
"You're right."
The dove suddenly flew up from the dark-haired hobbit shoulder, in the direction of Bag End.
The two friends hurried themselves to follow it.
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"Where are they?" Frodo was starting to grow impatient.
"You need to calm down Master Baggins, you know how they are after all. I'm sure they're trying to carry two bags full of food to here, that's what." chuckled his companion, all the while stroking his pony Bill. The bird was standing on the animal's head.
"Three bags! Three bags!" replied a now shrilly voice.
Frodo's eyes widened (if that's possible) at the sight of his cousins.
The two were clad in normal hobbits' clothing, an elvin cape, a small shield and a sword attached to their belt that where both given to them by Aragorn and Eomer. The cape was from Elrond and the pin attached to it was from Galadriel. They were both wearing a large pack on their back containing the necessary for the trip.
In fact, the two taller haflings were dressed alike to the two shorter ones. What was seemingly absurd was what they were carrying (or at least trying to carry) in their arms.
"Three bags of food! What were you two thinking?! Sam and I only bought half a bag of food each! We'll be stopping at the Prancing Pony on the way, you fools!"
"Don't look at me! It wasn't my idea! Look at the pig over there!" exclaimed Merry.
"Whut?!" Pippin was right behind him, dragging two large bags, trying to look innocent.
"Just put them on Bill. You don't mind, eh Bill?" sighed the sand-haired boy.
The pony only neighed in response, causing the bird to flap its wings in surprise.
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So? Any suggestions? Oh, n happy b-day to my cuzzy n "lil sis" Nina! She's 15!
ViNguyen
March 4, 2002.