A/N: Me: Hello, peoples of FanFiction. This here's my new story!
Fang: Oh my God, stop talking like that!
Me: Like what?
Fang: Like a hillbilly!
Me: Well I dern know what you's talkin' bout!
Fang: For the love of bacon… B I'm going to hit you.
Me: Who's B? My name's Cletis.
MooMoo: And I'm Billy Bob!
Rawr: And I'm Joe!
Fang: I'm surrounded by idiots.
Me: :)B (bucktooth smiley face) Fact: My favorite gaming system would have to be the Wii.
Sunlight shone through the Hobbiton Woods, the towering oaks and maples dappling the rays. The white flowers bloomed all over the fields. Rabbits hopped through the bushes, and deer leaped over the grass. Birds chirped, frogs croaked, and bees buzzed. All was peaceful and quiet on this lovely summer day.
Below a particularly wide and shading oak lay a pair of feet. The feet belonged to a slender woman with long brown hair and chocolate brown eyes sparking with fight. She was reading a book, leaning against the tree, bathing in the warm light. She idly swayed her feet, humming along to a song in her head.
The woman shot up at the sound of old, creaking wheels and the slow clip clop of horse hooves. Dropping the book in the grass, she sprinted off towards the sound. A few hundred meters west was the dirt road that wound through the small town of Hobbiton, in the small countryside area known as The Shire. It was a quiet little village, the sort of place where nothing remarkable happened but in tales and legends. The folk that lived there were kind and gentle folk, rarely worrying or fighting. The folk of The Shire were of Men, but of a different type. They were built less heavily, they weren't as tall, and they lived a bit longer. They called themselves "Farrens". The average Farren was only about five feet, considered very tall if they got to five and a half; and lived regularly to about one hundred years old. They were all very thin, somewhat willowy, and soft-spoken about everything. They enjoyed eating and drinking very much- it was a nightly occasion to have feasts and drinks at the local tavern. They had as many as seven daily meals, all filled with bountiful food grown right in their very town. The young Farren woman bounded around a bend in the road, coming face to face with a horse drawn cart. The cart was an old, rickety, wooden thing- but it was know to hold far better treasure inside. It was drawn by an old grey mare, plodding along slowly. The carriage was operated by none other than Angela the Black, a very famous wizardess. She wore a tall, pointed hat that had lost it's shape years ago; with long black robes, and carried a large white staff with her. Her golden curls shined about her shoulders, and her blue eyes twinkled. Little Farren children, not even three feet tall yet, were already chasing after Angela's cart, for Angela's arrival could only mean one thing: fireworks. And lots of them. "You're late!" the young woman accused, staring down at the wizardess from a hill beside the road. "A wizardess is never late, nor early- she arrives exactly when she means to." she retorted in her clear voice. A stare down ensued- but neither friend could resist for long. "Oh, it's good to see you, Angela!" she laughed. "It's good to see you, too, young Max," Angela giggled. Max leapt onto the cart, tackling Angela in a hug. Still laughing, Angela flicked the reins, and the mare trotted forward at a faster tempo. Max smiled as all the children behind them whined, wanting to see a show before the wizardess left. Max raised her eyebrows at her. Angela grinned, and flicked her fingers. A moment later, delighted screams could be heard as two rockets shot off the back of the cart, spewing sparks. The ride to Max's and her Aunt Val's house took only a few minutes, but Angela and Max talked and caught up with each other the whole way. Max talked about Aunt Val's antics, how the farming was going, their new gardener Nudge, and the new children that had been born since Angela's last visit. Mostly they talked about Aunt Val's upcoming party. "It is supposed to be a party of great magnificence." Angela commented as they passed a field. In it, dozens of hobbits were busy erecting tables and tents. "Yes- I'm fairly sure she has invited almost all of the Shire!" Max exclaimed, shaking her head. Aunt Val could be so eccentric. Strangely, Angela told very little about her time away. She answered questions with cryptic remarks, seemingly half-finished tales, a different question for Max, or complete silence. Max stood up and easily swung off the cart as it neared her house. "I'm glad you're back, Angela." "Yes, yes, so am I." Angela murmured as the cart drove on south through the village. She had to prepare for this party and it's special events.
QUESTION OF THE CHAPTER: Do you have a job? I work at a haunted house, and then at a pizzeria. The haunted house is the best job in the whole universe :D
Angela marched up the small drive towards the hole of Val and Max. You see, Farrens didn't like to live up high, or even above ground. Their houses were indeed underground, most characterized by the round door set into a grassy hillside. Val's hole was a fine example, bigger than most in the Shire. There was a pretty gravel path to the lovely oak paneled door, and flowers surrounded the house. Angela knocked on the door with her staff. Val's voice rang out "No one may come in, unless it is strictly about the party!" "What about an old friend?" Angela called, a smile on her red lips. A pattering of feet was heard, and then Val threw the door open. He straight, dark brown hair fell into her brown eyes, and her whole appearance was rather hectic. "Angela, my dear friend! Come in, come in!" she breathed, taking Angela's cloak for her. Angela stepped into the hole and filled up most of the entryway, being a good foot taller than all of the Farrens. Val disappeared into the depths of the house, and came back with a tray of tea and biscuits. The two turned left into a homey sitting room in front of a roaring fire, and sat down at a little table. Val opened her mouth to say something, just as a thunderous pounding was heard on the door. "Valencia, I know you're in there! Open this door at once!" The shrill voice of one of Val's closest relatives, Brigid, sounded through the house. Val ducked under the table. "I'm not here!" she whispered to Angela, who chuckled. "I've been trying to hide from all these blasted relatives all month- vultures, they are! They want my house and money! Curse them!" Eventually, Brigid gave up, calling out a warning before she went, and Val came up from under the table. "I assume, then, that your silly little plan is still going to happen?" Angela asked. "Why yes, of course. But I believe Max suspects something is up. She's always pacing, watching me, trying to find out what I've been doing in secret." "She's very inquisitive- most unusual for a Farren." Angela commented. Val beamed. "Of course- she's related to me!" The two friends shared a laugh. Then the old Farren sighed. "I feel… stretched, Angela. Like… too much jam on bread. I need a break… a very long one. One that I might not return from." Angela nodded. "And you won't tell Max because-" "If I asked her, she would come with me. And she needs to settle down here, and have a nice quiet life." "Whatever happens tonight will be a night to remember." Angela murmured.
A/N: Me: There you have it- the first chapter of a tale of epic proportions!
Fang: It's not that good.
Me: Excuse me… have you ever SEEN Lord of the Rings?
MooMoo: Of course he hasn't.
Rawr: He's uneducated.
Me: *le gasp* We need to get you to a TV, and fast! *grabs Fang*
Fang: Hey! What are you doing? Let go!
Me: Fact: I have lots of freckles on my face and arms. Not, like, ginger amounts, but a pretty good bunch. *groan* Quit squirming! *runs to TV*
MooMoo: R&R please!
Rawr: We would like ten reviews, please!