Sorry about the delay, school has kept me tied up, and distracted. I am really glad that Luinwen-2013 asked me when i was going to continue the story. (If you haven't read her story Loyalty, Honor, and a Willing Heart, I would suggest that you do, I really enjoyed reading it) Anyway, here is the next chapter.

I do not own LoTR.


Amber sipped her tea slowly. The herbs Sam had been growing since she had arrived had helped greatly with her asthma. She sipped some more as she watched Sam stirring a pot on the stove. He had filled it with water and all the herbs that he knew would help before boiling it down to almost a syrup. The syrup would be allowed cool until it would be poured into small bottles that could be carried around in her pocket.

The syrup would then act as a medicine that would stop her asthma attack right after it started. Amber smiled as she finished her cup, and Frodo walked in the door, followed by Merry and Pippin. She smiled at Pippin, who grinned back at her and scurried over to sit next to her.

Amber laughed and blushed at his prompt response. In some was he would remind her of Lassie, who was always eager to please Amber. To her surprise, Amber found that she enjoyed his actions. Sam snorted at the action before he turned back to the pot. Frodo sat down beside Pippin and said, "Can you believe that in precisely one week, Amber will have been in Hobbiton for one year?"

Amber sighed ans closed her eyes as she said, "Yeah ... I never knew that I would wind up here, or that I would stay for a year. That was one weird birthday." Frodo looked at her in surprise as he said, "Birthday? Why didn't you tell us it was your birthday! We could have had a party!"

Amber shrugged as she said, "Well, you know now." Sam turned from his pot to say, "Maybe, but we have only a week to plan the party!" Amber shook her head, "That's not necessary, you don't have to go to the trouble." Pippin's eye's widened, "Not throw a party! How could we call ourselves hobbits if we didn't throw a party! All hobbits love parties! Hobbits without parties would be like beardless dwarves and earless elves!"

Merry turned to his alarmed friend as he whispered, "That was a little extreme Pip." Frodo stood and said, "Well, if were going to have a party, we had better get started preparing for it." The other hobbits nodded, and everyone but Sam left quickly.

Amber watched as Sam pulled the pot off the fire, and let it cool for a bit before he put it in the tiny bottles and scurried out the door. She closed her eyes briefly as she felt a twinge of sadness. One year. It had been one year since she had last seen her brother, her sister. It had been one year since she had her first argument with her father.

Amber squeezed her eyes tighter, and she felt a hand on her shoulder. Amber opened her eye to see Bilbo. He smiled sadly as he whispered, "I understand what it feels like, missing your home. I felt it all the time on my journey with the dwarves. Don't worry, I'm sure we will get you home somehow. It may take a few months or a year, but we will find a way. Soon enough, you'll be with your family again."


Amber smiled as she watched hobbits scurry about busily. The week had passed them by quickly, and now she watched as they set to work preparing for the party. amber could not help but feel amused as she realized that Frodo had not exaggerated when he said half the Shire had been invited, and the rest just came anyway.

Amber was distracted from her resting by the sound of a cart, and whistling. Amber saw an old bearded man sitting in the cart, wearing long grey robes and a strange grey hat. The man stopped the cart in front of Amber and looked at her as he said, "Well now! who might you be?"

Before Amber could answer, Frodo rushed past her, and climbed into the cart quickly to hug the elder man as he cried joyfully, "Gandalf!" The man laughed, and hugged Frodo in return. Frodo stepped back and said, "You never told us that you were coming." The man, Gandalf chuckled as he responded, "And you never said you were throwing a party. Whatever is it for?"

Frodo hopped off of the cart to grab Amber's hand as he said, "It's a birthday party for Amber." Gandalf smiled as he said, "So I see. Now, have you come from Gondor or Dale, or some other place?"
Amber smiled and chuckled as Frodo said, "She did not come from any of them. She fell from the sky, out of a portal, from another world called Earth."

Gandalf nodded as he said, "And I suppose that people there naturally do not grow as tall as the people here." Amber shifted her feet sh she said, "No I don't thinks so. I'm just ... short." Gandalf hopped out of the cart, and rested his hand on her shoulder as he said, "There is no need to be embarrassed by you height. Perhaps someday, it will help you."

Amber smiled at him and nodded. Frodo steeped over and said, "Uncle Bilbo will want to see you Gandalf. And you wouldn't happen to have some fireworks with you?" Gandalf smiled as he said, "I brought a few fireworks, people here always do seem to like them."

Gandalf walked in the house, and Amber heard a grunt as his head hit the top of the door. She smiled and whispered to Frodo, "So that is the wizard you told me about? I like him, he seems nice." She paused for a moment before her voice dropped as she whispered, "Do you think he could help me get ... So I could see ... "

Her voice shook as she tried to finish the sentence. Frodo squeezed her hand as he said, "I'm certain that he will." Amber smiled as she nodded and said, "We should go help the others get ready for the part." Frodo nodded and lead her over to where the tents were going up, and other hobbits worked cheerfully.


The fire works exploded high over head, as cheers came from exited hobbits. Bilbo was telling a story to amazed hobbit children. Amber laughed she talked to Pippin. She was certain had drunk quite enough beer in one night, considering the fact that he had his arm wrapped around her shoulders for nearly half an hour. Her eyes flicked absentmindedly to his happy face, and suddenly contemplated leaning into his side. Amber blushed at the thought, she had to get home, and Pippin would stay here.

Sam scoffed at his antics before he turned to look into the crowd with a wistful look on his face. Amber looked over, and saw that his attention was focus on Rosie Cotton. She grinned and nudged him as she said, "Go ask her to dance with you Sam." Frodo paused beside them as he said, "Yeah Sam, Go and ask her."

Sam shook her head, and Amber laughed as she said, "It's not like your marring her! Go ask her to dance all ready!" Sam just shook his head and muttered a reply. Amber looked between them and caught Rosie glancing in Sam's direction, then blushing as she looked away.

Amber sighed as she said, "Well somebody has to do something." She stood, and Sam tried to grab her elbow as he hissed, "Now wait a bit here!" But Amber had already stepped too far away, and she hurried to sit next to Rosie who smiled and said, 'Happy Birthday Amber!" Amber smiled back and nodded before she asked, "You like Sam, don't you?"

Rosie blushed as she asked, "Are you always this, blunt?" Amber smiled and answered, "Not always. I just say things the way I see them. But back to the question, do you like Sam?" Rosie looked at her hands as she said hesitantly, "Well, I admit I enjoy talking to him, and I find that I admire his honesty and amazing work ethics. I guess ... I guess I do like Sam."

Amber grinned ans said, Then go dance with him. Rosie blushed deeper, "Me, ask him? It's the boy who asks the girl to dance, not the other way around!" Amber shrugged and said, "So, what about it? It's just a little dance Rosie, you're not marrying him! Anyway, I think he's too nervous to ask, but he would like to."

Rosie nodded, and stood before she scurried over to Sam. Amber could see her say something to Sam, who smiled and lead her to the other dancing hobbits. Frodo walked over and said, "Good job. I've been trying to get them together for years." Amber smiled as she watched the two hobbits dance as she said, "I barely did anything, they just needed a little push."


The Shire was quiet once the party had ended, and everyone had gone home to their houses. Frodo turned to Amber and said, "Gandalf will be with Uncle Bilbo now, you could talk to him about how you could get home again. I'm certain that he will know how."

Amber smiled but shook her head as she said, "I think I'll go for a walk first, it's nice out here tonight."Frodo nodded, and said, "Alright, just be careful." Amber waved as she walked down the road. She had never been able to do this in Tulsa, the chance of being jumped alone was to high.

Now that she though about it, she had never been safer in her life. And she was surprised to find that she enjoyed the peace. One year in Hobbiton had left Amber feeling relaxed. She didn't really miss the unpredictability of Tulsa. Everything was cheerful, and everyone was busy, but nothing unusual happened there. It was no wonder why she felt so comfortable there.

Amber closed her eyes and let herself feel the aching feeling in herself. While she was happy there, she had never been away from her family this long before, and she missed them. Her families faces and voices haunted her dreams, they were always asking her why wouldn't she come home.

Amber's eyes opened again, perhaps Gandalf could help her get to her family. She smiled to herself, and turned to head back to Bag End when she felt her throat contract. Her eyes widened as she felt the Asthma attack hit her, and she stumbled at its strength.

Mentally, Amber scolded herself at her reckless behavior. She ought to have just gone with Frodo like a smart person would have. But she didn't. As she stumbled, Amber heard the voice of a man yelling something aloud. But she couldn't tell who they were, or what they were saying.


Ha, ha, ha, ha! It's a cliffhanger folks! I tend to do this. Anyway, please read, review and follow or favorite.