Meanwhile…
In a comfortably small hole in The Shire, a hobbit, namely Frodo Baggins, was peacefully relaxing by an open fire. Frodo was thoughtfully smoking his weed pipe as he stared at the fire. His mind was considering what had happened the night before. His much-loved uncle, Bilbo Baggins, had disappeared suddenly from his own birthday party. Frodo had suspected something beforehand but had never thought that Bilbo would disappear entirely. He knew that he would not be coming back. Bilbo didn't do things by halves. "I will miss old Bilbo," thought Frodo sadly. He continued to stare into the fire until his concentration was broken. A strange tune floated into the room. Frodo looked around the lounge, no one there. The tune abruptly stopped. Turning back to the fire Frodo wondered what the noise had been. The thought of having a look around did cross his mind but the pure hobbit side of him refused to leave the comfortable chair and the warm fire.
Then suddenly the flames in the fire leapt and grew. Startled, Frodo sprung out of his chair. The haunting tune had started up again and outside the wind had started blowing a gale. The gust blew a Frodo's shutters making them band loudly back and forth. Frodo scurried over to the shutters and pulled them closed. The tune kept playing. The leaves in the outside tree began to spiral as the gust began to build up. Frightened Frodo stood with his back against the door, his breath becoming shallow. An agonised yell erupted into the air followed by a crash. The music stopped and the wind died, only a memory of the tune lingered. Frodo was torn between what to do. Half of him wanted to run and hide and the other half wanted to find out what the crash had been. Grappling with himself for several moments' one side finally won out. Cautiously Frodo opened the door, stopping to peer around the frame. Grabbing an umbrella from the stand next to the door Frodo tiptoed out to the large Elm tree next to his house. Nervously clearing his throat Frodo half whispered, "H – Hello? Who's there?" Not getting an answer Frodo tried once more, this time hoping to sound more intimidating. "Who's there? Tell me at once!" A groan emanated from the darkness, dismayed Frodo jumped back. "Why didn't I bring out a lantern?" thought Frodo scolding himself. "Mmmmm" another groan. Frodo needed light, "Now listen here you, just stay right there" he said as he edged back to his hole. Quickly grabbing a lantern from the desk he lit it and hurried back outside. Frodo moved closer to the spot where he had heard the groan and lifted up the lantern so as he could see.
There lying at the base of the tree was not a what, but a who. Moving closer Frodo lifted the lamp so it would illuminate the strangers face. As the light fell Frodo gasped. Judging from the slender and delicate figure, this stranger was a she. Confused Frodo drew the light back. Would this stranger hurt him? She was obviously hurt herself, Frodo had seen in the light a nasty gash across her forehead was well as bits of debris lying across her. Frodo's compassion got the better of him. He moved next to the girl and lifted off a stout branch that had been lying across her hips. Only then did Frodo realise that the stranger was completely naked! Although through the darkness it couldn't be seen, a deep blush crept up Frodo's cheeks and promptly stayed there. Frodo took off his cloak and gingerly lay it across the girl. She would have been no taller than Frodo so there fore it was not hard to lift her. Frodo delicately carried her inside, being extremely careful not to bang her head on the door as it lolled back in his arms. He carried her into his room and set her down on his bed. Stepping back Frodo wondered what to do next. He could only stare at the unconscious girl in amazement. How his night had been interrupted! Never would anyone believe this, not even his best friend Sam. Frodo retreated back into his kitchen to try to think. Upon entering the kitchen his thoughts massed in his head. Was there any connection between this girl and that strange music? Between her and Bilbo's disappearance? He was to confused to make any conclusions. Frodo grabbed a cloth off his sink and wet it. In the other room he heard the stranger groan again, he rushed in to see if she were waking up. "No, still unconscious" he thought as he sat down beside her and started to mop up the blood on her brow. When there was nothing else Frodo could do he grabbed a blanket and went to sleep on the couch, seeing there was no way he was going to get into his own bed. As he lay down to rest, exhausted from the nights events, he wondered what the morning might bring.
In a comfortably small hole in The Shire, a hobbit, namely Frodo Baggins, was peacefully relaxing by an open fire. Frodo was thoughtfully smoking his weed pipe as he stared at the fire. His mind was considering what had happened the night before. His much-loved uncle, Bilbo Baggins, had disappeared suddenly from his own birthday party. Frodo had suspected something beforehand but had never thought that Bilbo would disappear entirely. He knew that he would not be coming back. Bilbo didn't do things by halves. "I will miss old Bilbo," thought Frodo sadly. He continued to stare into the fire until his concentration was broken. A strange tune floated into the room. Frodo looked around the lounge, no one there. The tune abruptly stopped. Turning back to the fire Frodo wondered what the noise had been. The thought of having a look around did cross his mind but the pure hobbit side of him refused to leave the comfortable chair and the warm fire.
Then suddenly the flames in the fire leapt and grew. Startled, Frodo sprung out of his chair. The haunting tune had started up again and outside the wind had started blowing a gale. The gust blew a Frodo's shutters making them band loudly back and forth. Frodo scurried over to the shutters and pulled them closed. The tune kept playing. The leaves in the outside tree began to spiral as the gust began to build up. Frightened Frodo stood with his back against the door, his breath becoming shallow. An agonised yell erupted into the air followed by a crash. The music stopped and the wind died, only a memory of the tune lingered. Frodo was torn between what to do. Half of him wanted to run and hide and the other half wanted to find out what the crash had been. Grappling with himself for several moments' one side finally won out. Cautiously Frodo opened the door, stopping to peer around the frame. Grabbing an umbrella from the stand next to the door Frodo tiptoed out to the large Elm tree next to his house. Nervously clearing his throat Frodo half whispered, "H – Hello? Who's there?" Not getting an answer Frodo tried once more, this time hoping to sound more intimidating. "Who's there? Tell me at once!" A groan emanated from the darkness, dismayed Frodo jumped back. "Why didn't I bring out a lantern?" thought Frodo scolding himself. "Mmmmm" another groan. Frodo needed light, "Now listen here you, just stay right there" he said as he edged back to his hole. Quickly grabbing a lantern from the desk he lit it and hurried back outside. Frodo moved closer to the spot where he had heard the groan and lifted up the lantern so as he could see.
There lying at the base of the tree was not a what, but a who. Moving closer Frodo lifted the lamp so it would illuminate the strangers face. As the light fell Frodo gasped. Judging from the slender and delicate figure, this stranger was a she. Confused Frodo drew the light back. Would this stranger hurt him? She was obviously hurt herself, Frodo had seen in the light a nasty gash across her forehead was well as bits of debris lying across her. Frodo's compassion got the better of him. He moved next to the girl and lifted off a stout branch that had been lying across her hips. Only then did Frodo realise that the stranger was completely naked! Although through the darkness it couldn't be seen, a deep blush crept up Frodo's cheeks and promptly stayed there. Frodo took off his cloak and gingerly lay it across the girl. She would have been no taller than Frodo so there fore it was not hard to lift her. Frodo delicately carried her inside, being extremely careful not to bang her head on the door as it lolled back in his arms. He carried her into his room and set her down on his bed. Stepping back Frodo wondered what to do next. He could only stare at the unconscious girl in amazement. How his night had been interrupted! Never would anyone believe this, not even his best friend Sam. Frodo retreated back into his kitchen to try to think. Upon entering the kitchen his thoughts massed in his head. Was there any connection between this girl and that strange music? Between her and Bilbo's disappearance? He was to confused to make any conclusions. Frodo grabbed a cloth off his sink and wet it. In the other room he heard the stranger groan again, he rushed in to see if she were waking up. "No, still unconscious" he thought as he sat down beside her and started to mop up the blood on her brow. When there was nothing else Frodo could do he grabbed a blanket and went to sleep on the couch, seeing there was no way he was going to get into his own bed. As he lay down to rest, exhausted from the nights events, he wondered what the morning might bring.
