Chapter 7: Goodbye

Sorry that I haven't updated in a few days. I have been wondering if I should put this as a separate story all together but I decided not to. I've been really busy, but welcome back. Please review and enjoy.

Frodo was sitting in his own small study that Bilbo had given him before when he had moved into Bag End from Buckland. He had found some books that his mother and father had enjoyed very much when they were younger. It made him sad to think of them again and he had an awful dream about how he had found out that his parents had died. The next morning, Frodo lingered and thought about the dream.

Frodo had just turned twelve and was enjoying a lovely day out in a field on a picnic with his parents, running around chasing butterflies and moths. 'Be careful you don't hurt yourself, Frodo!' Primula, his mother had said to him while Frodo's father Drogo was feeding her grapes. This behavior didn't make Frodo feel sick or anything. He loved his mother and father very much and would love to be with them his whole life. Frodo turned around and headed full bolt to his father who caught him and started tickling him wildly. Primula quickly joined in and the three of them shared a horrendous laugh and Frodo sat up squealing 'No, no! Please stop!' He laughed harder and harder and sat up gasping for air.

The Bagginses got up and walked back to the happy home in Buckland. When they got back home Primula found Frodo fast asleep on the couch. All was quiet in the house of the Bagginses. Drogo walked in and took his wife's hand and caressed her. 'I love you, Prim.' He kissed her, passionately.

'I love you too, Drogo.' She giggled quietly and they went outside leaving Frodo snoring slightly on their couch.

Frodo awoke a few hours later to see his mother and father asleep together on the seat opposite the couch. He smiled to himself and decided to make some tea for himself. Cousin Bilbo would be arriving later that evening. After he had finished his cup of tea, he woke Drogo and Primula gently. They awoke with a start and smiled at their son. 'Well I think we had better clean this place up a bit before Bilbo gets here! What do you think, Frodo?' Primula asked with a stretch and a yawn.

'Yes, mother!' Frodo said with a smile. He dashed to his bedroom and cleaned up the very few things that were left on his floor. He then went to the bathroom and cleaned up the few things that had been left out this morning before they had left for their picnic in the field. That field would always be Frodo's favorite. Frodo was just finishing up helping Primula and Drogo put the dishes away in the cupboard when in the distance he could hear a soft voice singing and the rumble of wagon wheels. 'Mother! Father! Bilbo is here!!' Frodo dashed out of the hole to meet his favourite uncle and cousin just in front of the path leading to the front door. Bilbo slowed his pony and cart and hopped down from the wagon and shook his nephew's hand. 'It's wonderful to see you again, Frodo. You seem to have grown an inch every time that I see you. Must be all those meals you eat.' He gently poked Frodo's stomach. Frodo giggled and wrapped his arms around his favourite uncle. Primula and Drogo came outside and greeted Bilbo warmly and invited him into their hole. Frodo had made it his high priority to wait on Bilbo who had protested and told Frodo to sit down and enjoy the stories he would tell him just before bedtime. But he did let Frodo make him only one cup of tea and then to let him be.

It came time for the story of how Bilbo defeated Smaug the Dragon. When he had finished Frodo was just nodding off to sleep. Bilbo gently picked up his nephew and took him to his bedroom. He gently put Frodo down on his bed and covered him with blankets and kissed Frodo's forehead. Before he left the room he said good night and left the door slightly ajar. Bilbo went back into the lounge, smoking his pipe when he felt small arms around his middle. 'I'm glad you're here, Bilbo, sir.' Frodo was squeezing his uncle until he could barely breathe. 'I'm happy to be here too, lad. Now off to bed again.' Bilbo said with a laugh. He made sure that Frodo was in bed and fast asleep before he left this time.

The next day Frodo was up early listening to Bilbo tell another story about another adventure that he had been on when he was younger. Primula and Drogo had gone out to spend a few hours alone for the morning and asked Bilbo if he could take care of Frodo for them. Of course, Bilbo said yes. Frodo was his favourite nephew and he loved to spend time with him.

'Uncle, can you teach me how to read and write? I have always wanted to learn.'

'Of course, I can, lad. But I will have to ask your mother and father if it is all right that I do so. Now how about a bit of breakfast? I'm starved.' Bilbo got up and chased Frodo into the kitchen and helped him get the plates, bread, jam, butter, and mugs. Bilbo and Frodo enjoyed a lovely breakfast full of talk when Drogo and Primula walked in the door hand in hand. Frodo got off his seat in the kitchen and raced over to his mother and father and hugged them. 'Mother, Uncle Bilbo has something very important to ask you.' Frodo took his mother's hand and led her into the kitchen where Bilbo was finishing his tea and breakfast. He stood up and hugged Primula. 'Miss Primula, my question is; Frodo would like to learn how to read and write and with yours and Drogo's permission I would like to teach him.'

Primula looked at Drogo and he walked to her and kissed her cheek. 'Of course he can learn how to read and write if it is what he really wants?'

'Yes, mother. It is one of the very things that I have always wanted to learn in my life.'

'Then you shall learn how to read and write, Frodo!' Drogo said with a beaming smile on his face. He ruffled his son's hair then went into the kitchen to get himself and Prim a slice of toast with jam. Frodo was extremely happy. He was finally going to learn how to read and write! He hugged Primula and Drogo then ran over to where Bilbo was standing with a smile on his face and he squeezed his favourite uncle hard. Bilbo hugged him back. 'Drogo is it all right if I and Frodo go for a bit of a walk?'

'Of course, it is, Bilbo. You two have fun.'

Primula quickly made them some lunch as they were more or less going to be out until tea time and put it into a bag for them to take with them. Frodo went into the bathroom and cleaned his face then he went back out into the lounge where Primula was putting in Frodo's and Bilbo's lunches for the day. 'See you later in the evening, Frodo.' She kissed her son on the forehead and ruffled his hair and then they were out the door and on their way in the Shire.

'Uncle, what is Hobbiton like?' Frodo asked Bilbo after a few minutes silence.

'It is much like Buckland, lad only it's on the other side of the Brandywine.' Frodo and Bilbo walked on to a quiet field near the Brandywine.

When nephew and uncle had a reached a nice quiet field with a soothing sound of rushing water from the Brandywine, they sat down and started to pull out the food that Primula had packed earlier for them. Frodo and Bilbo enjoyed a lovely afternoon of eating and story telling. Frodo was soon asleep and Bilbo was heading that way. After much persistence his eye lids finally closed and he was off dreaming.

Frodo awoke sleepily to find that Bilbo was gently attempting to wake him up, prodding him in the belly. 'Sorry, uncle, I must have dozed off.'

'That's all right, lad. I did too. Now lets head on back home as it is nearly sunset.'

Frodo and Bilbo packed up what was left of the food (birds had come to feast on the remainder of the food that the hobbits had left out). And then they were on their way back to Frodo's home in Buckland.

They were greeted at the door by Primula. 'Sorry we're late back, Prim, we dozed off.' Bilbo said with a laugh. Drogo came out and took the basket and set it on the kitchen table inside. He came back out wanting a word with Bilbo. 'Of course you can, Drogo.' Drogo led Bilbo to the back corner of the back garden.

'Bilbo I'm afraid that whilst you were gone with Frodo, we received word that the S-B's have tried to take Bag End, again.'

'Well that is a bother. Frodo won't want me to leave so soon. But if it is what must be done then it must be done. Frodo will be upset.'

'You can come again when this ordeal has finished.'

'Thank you, Drogo I will.' Bilbo went back into the hole and sat Frodo down next to him on the sofa. 'Frodo, I'm afraid that I have to leave earlier than I did want to. The S-B's have tried to take some things from Bag End and I must go and get them back.'

'Well that isn't very good is it, Uncle. Come back as soon as you can.' Frodo helped Bilbo pack up his things into his suitcase that he had brought with him. Before Bilbo left on his wagon Frodo and he were discussing all the things that the Sackville-Bagginses had attempted to do to Bilbo so that they could then take over Bag End. With a lot of 'How could they do that?' from Frodo. Just before Bilbo hopped onto his cart he heard some thing that Frodo muttered under his breath; 'I never did like the S-B's.' This made Frodo smile broadly he quickly got hold of Bilbo and whispered in his ear 'neither do I Frodo.' Both he and Frodo had to stifle a laugh and Bilbo hopped on his wagon seat, nodded his head as a thank you for letting him stay over night and he was on his way down the road. "The road goes ever on and on. Down from the door where it began…"

Frodo, Primula and Drogo walked back inside. Frodo settled himself down with a book until it was time for tea. Roast Mutton was on the menu tonight, his favourite. He soon found himself to be asleep again.

He awoke and saw his mother's face in his. 'Frodo I thought that maybe the three of us could get up early in the morning and go to Brandy hall? It has been a few weeks since you have seen Merry and I know how much fun you two always have when you're together.'

'Yes mother!' Frodo said with a huge excited jump. 'That sounds wonderful. I shall pack as soon as I have finished tea. Speaking of which, how long until tea is ready?'

'Only about five minutes or so.'

Frodo had a huge smile on his face. He quickly finished the chapter that he was reading about Elves and went and sat on a chair in the kitchen, waiting for tea to be ready. He didn't have to wait long and before he knew it, he was in his bedroom pulling out clean clothes and folding them neatly in his biggest suitcase. He came out dragging his suitcase as it was so heavy. Drogo helped him place it by the sofa. He went to bed early and was asleep almost as soon as his brown curly head touched the softness of his pillow. He didn't realize how tired he really was.

Frodo got up early the next morning and made himself, Drogo and Primula a cup of tea. When he had quickly finished his cup, he set Primula's and Drogo's on a tray and quietly took them into his parent's bedroom. They awoke and accepted the cups of tea. They drank them deeply and if Frodo hadn't been so excited and noisy, though he was trying to be as quiet as he possibly could, they would have fallen back asleep. They got up and got dressed and were out the door in their wagon and on the way to Brandy hall in little over an hour.

The ride to Brandy hall took forever Frodo thought and he couldn't wait to see Merry again. He was thinking of all the fun memories he had with Merry when he was younger. He didn't even realize that the wagon had finally rolled to a stop.

Merry hopped onto the wagon and punched his cousin hard but not to hard mind you, on the left shoulder which made Frodo jump considerable high and hit his hand on the wagon roof. They hopped off the wagon together still punching each other. Merry led Frodo into Brandy hall and showed him where he would be sleeping for the next few nights. 'You'll be bunking right next to me, cousin.' Merry had said.

Frodo and Merry went into the hall as it was time for lunch. Frodo watched his parents at the grown up table laughing merrily. He waved to them and they waved back. Drogo signaled for Frodo to come to him after lunch was over.

When lunch was over Frodo walked over to where his mother and father sat. 'Frodo Your mother and I were wondering if you would like to come on a boat trip down the Brandywine with us.'

'Of course I would father. Can Merry come too?'

'If it's all right with Esme and Saradoc.' Frodo ran back to where Merry sat at the hobbit children's table and told him to go ask Esme if he was allowed to go on the Brandywine with Frodo, Drogo and Primula. He came running back to where Frodo was waiting for him. He had a big grin on his face. Frodo returned his grin

and they went back to Drogo and Primula.

'Merry can come, Father, how long until we leave?'

'Not very long, son. Go and grab a book if you brought any with you, we plan to be out well into the night. Your mother and I will get some food and drink ready for when tea time and supper come. And bring a blanket or two in case it gets cold tonight.' Drogo called as the young hobbits ran to where Frodo was sleeping. He picked up a few blankets and his favourite book about Dwarves and hurried back with Merry to his parents.

Primula was holding a blanket of her own for herself and Drogo if it got cold while on the River. Drogo was holding a basket filled with all kinds of good, tasty food that Esme had prepared for the Bagginses and the Brandybuck.

It wasn't long before Frodo, Drogo, Primula and Merry were in a small boat and were off on their way in search of a nice piece of land on the shore of the Brandywine, hopefully not to far away from Buckland. Frodo and Merry were entertaining themselves by playing small games such as I spy and Slaps.

It wasn't long before the young hobbits became hungry and were waiting patiently for a nice spot on the shore of the Brandywine to jump out at them so that they could then settle down for the evening and eat and play games and tell stories.

They eventually found a spot full of think, soft green grass with a nice rippling sound as the water of the Brandywine hit the bank of the shore. They climbed carefully out of the boat and set up the picnic rug, the blankets and the food under the shade of a tall oak tree.

When Merry and Frodo had eaten their fill for now they decided to cool down their feet in the cooling water of the Brandywine. Frodo, being a bit more curious than Merry, waded out a little bit deeper than his younger cousin, Primula watching him carefully, but with a smile on her face, so that nothing bad happened to her only child.

After about a half hour, the young hobbits became hungry again, signaling that it was time for tea. Supper would be ready just before the hobbits went to sleep.

Drogo lit a fire and went looking for more fire wood as the night became darker and colder, making sure that it was no where near the water while Primula, Merry and Frodo made dinner.

When they were sitting down and finally eating, Merry and Frodo finished their plates rather quickly and offered to do the washing up. As Frodo was drying off a plate that Merry had handed him, he asked his father a question. 'Father, do you know how to swim?'

'Kind of. I have been told that I am a rather good swimmer. Why do you ask, lad?'

'Well, I was wondering if you could, if you could teach me how to swim. I would love to swim. Then I can teach all my cousins how to swim!' The young hobbit was staring into space as he said this.

'Of course I can, Frodo. We shall begin your lessons when we get back to Brandyhall tomorrow.'

'Thank you, Father!' Frodo had a huge and beaming smile on his face. Merry was smiling too, he had never understood why but whenever he saw Frodo smile, it always made him smile.

After Frodo and Merry had finished cleaning and drying the dishes, they decided that before the weather dropped dramatically and it would then become to cold to go swimming until tomorrow morning that they would go for one last feel of the water as Merry called it. Frodo went considerably deeper than a few hours ago. He put his head under the water and opened his eyes. Under the water was very beautiful. He could see different kinds of fish and water animals. But, unfortunately, the water stung his eyes and he came back to the surface, spluttering. He spotted Merry laughing uncontrollably at him and he threw a ton of water at his cousin. They had a water fight for high on an hour until they realized that they could barely see one another. They waded in carefully to the water's edge and change into a spare pair of clothes and got under their blankets and waited for supper to be ready; a small smile of jam on toast and a cup of tea.

The next day, Frodo and Merry were up early and decided to wait for at least one parental to be awake before they went into the Brandywine River. Who knows what could happen if they didn't have any supervision. So they decided to pack their belongings to save a bit of time later on in the day, to leave more time for swimming. They left out some clothes so that they had something to change into after.

They didn't have to wait long for Primula to be awake. She was surprised to see the young hobbits awake so early. 'After all that swimming you did yesterday evening.' She had said. Now that an adult was awake Merry and Frodo didn't wait long before asking if they could go for last one swim before they went back to Brandyhall.

Merry attempted to at least put his head under. He finally got the courage to do it when he was certain that Frodo was there and would bring his straight up if anything went wrong. Luckily, nothing did go wrong. Although Merry didn't like putting his head under the surface of the water, he was happy that Frodo was there to look out for him. 'It's what friends are for, Merry.' Frodo said as he patted his younger cousin on the back. They waded out of the water as it was nearly time to leave. They got changed and packed the rest of their things in their bags and hopped on the boat.

It wasn't long, however, when Frodo and Merry were indeed fast asleep. 'It'll do them good. They did a lot of swimming yesterday and this morning. I'm looking forward to the lessons with Frodo tomorrow.' He kissed primula's cheek and she laid her head on his shoulder. Drogo was the only hobbit to not go to sleep. (As he had to steer the boat clear of anything that might sink their small boat).

It wasn't long before Drogo gently shook every one awake. 'Time to get out of the boat, Frodo would you please help me get some of the heavier things out of the boat?'

'Of course, I can, father.' He turned to Merry. 'Merry I will go and find you as soon as I have finished helping to unload the boat.' Primula took Merry by the hand and helped him find Esme and Saradoc.

It wasn't long before Frodo went and found Merry. He was telling Esme of his previous night. She had a smile on her face. She wasn't too worried that Merry was out swimming. She knew that Frodo would never let anything happen to her son.

After Merry had finished his tale of going with the Bagginses on the Brandywine River, Frodo and Merry decided to take a short nap just before lunch. They were both exhausted from the night before.

Esme came in to the room where all the smaller hobbits rested and slept when they stayed at Brandyhall. She gently shook Merry and Frodo awake. 'Lunch will be ready in fifteen minutes. Please get ready.' She closed the door. Frodo and Merry washed away their sleep in a warm basin of water and got changed. When they reached the dining hall, Drogo and Primula were no where to be seen. Frodo was worried. He hadn't seen his parents since they had kissed him good night. He asked Merry if he knew where they might be but, unfortunately, his young cousin had no clue. Frodo decided that he should ask Esme or Saradoc. 'They might know where Mother and Father might be.' Frodo thought to himself.

'Yes, I think I saw them take a boat out onto the Brandywine. I expect they want an afternoon young lad.' Saradoc patted Frodo's back and gestured to where the dining table was, now filled with dishes and dishes of food. Frodo reluctantly sat back down.

Drogo held his wife's hand as he helped her into their small boat that he had hired for an afternoon as a surprise. They often did this when they stayed at Brandyhall. But not since before Frodo was born.

It wasn't long before they were off on their way. There was a cool breeze in the air. It was a lovely afternoon. Primula could hear birds singing in the trees. Drogo had packed a surprise lunch, and light tea if they missed it when they got back. He wasn't expecting to be out too late. He knew that Frodo would be wondering where his parent's were.

The water was warm and Primula was running her hands in the water. Drogo was running though his mind what he might teach his young son first. He leaned over to Primula and looked deep in her eyes. She blushed and kissed him. 'I love you, Drogo.'

'I love you too, Prim.' They stayed arm in arm for a long while and soon they both fell asleep. Drogo wasn't worried about the water. It was the Brandywine and nothing would or could ever happen on it. It was such a peaceful river.

When Primula awoke, it was very dark and they couldn't see very well. She shook Drogo awake. He took the oars. The wind was up and he was having trouble directing the boat. Water kept splashing into the boat and Primula was panicking. They decided to take shore and to come home tomorrow. It was the only logical thing to do.

Just then a huge gust of wind pushed their small boat into a sharp rock; taking out the small right side. The boat capsized and the hobbits were taken downstream. They were trying desperately to hold on to each other but the current was to strong. Drogo went under and was never seen again. Primula was taken further down stream and was turned over in a water fall. She didn't rise back up.

Frodo went to bed very anxious and sad. Where were his parents? He couldn't eat and Merry was running out of ideas to keep him happy. He didn't know what to do so he went and got Esme. 'You're parent's are fine, Frodo. They will be back tomorrow. I promise.' She picked up Frodo and carried him to the bedroom. He offered her a weak smile before he pretended to fall asleep.

The next day when Frodo was awake, Merry wasn't to be found. Frodo checked all the usual places that his young cousin might be but with no results.

He found his cousin just as he passed a door. The door opened and Merry was wiping away tears. 'Why is Merry upset?' Frodo thought to himself. He hugged his cousin though he didn't know the cause of his tears.

Frodo and Merry went to lunch where everyone was in a deep depression. Although Frodo didn't know what had happened and why everyone was so sad, he still comforted everybody that he knew. He helped Merry fill his plate. His cousin wasn't eating or being his usual joyful self. Frodo knew something major had happened through the night.

After breakfast, Frodo decided to escape all the depressed moods inside and go outside for a bit of a walk and hopefully Drogo and Primula would be back soon. Just before he got out of the door he was pulled back by Esme. 'Er Frodo, how would you like to help me with some cooking?'

'Of course, Aunt Esme.' He offered her a smile that she replied with a weak smile. Her cheeks were tear stained but Frodo knew that it probably was none of his business so asked nothing of it.

'Aunt Esme? When will Mother and Father be coming back? I thought that they would be back by today or at least last night but they never came.' Esme froze. How was she supposed to tell Frodo that his parent's had died in a boating accident? She ignored his question and asked him to hand her the flower. They were going to make some chocolate cup cakes for dessert later that evening.

When Esme and Frodo had finished with the cooking he said to Esme that he would be with Merry if she needed him. He did not, however, intend on seeing a rush of Hobbits go passing through the hall. He followed them and was led to the back of Brandyhall, where the Brandywine washed past. By the shore was a tattered piece of clothing and a boat that was missing parts. Frodo recognized the material; his mother's favourite dress. Frodo ran over to the material and snatched it up. He was about to go running to Esme when he bumped into Saradoc. 'Frodo! What are you—Oh no.' He had a look of shock on his face. This wasn't how he wanted Frodo to find out.

'What is part of my mother's dress doing here? Has something happened, Uncle?' Frodo had anxiety in his voice and he could feel tears welling up in his eyes. He didn't bother to brush away the one tear that escaped. Esme came out of the doorway and took Frodo's hand. 'Frodo Saradoc and I have some very important and disturbing news. And it pains me to tell you. Please come into the study.' Frodo obeyed and followed his aunt and uncle into the study, still clutching at the piece of material.

'Frodo,' Saradoc began. 'Frodo there is no easy way to tell you. The reason your parent's have been gone for so long is,' He found it hard to get the words out. He swallowed the ever-growing lump in his throat and tried his best to keep going. 'Drogo and Primula were found just down the river, not moving, not breathing. Something must have happened while they were out boating. Believe me Frodo, none of us wanted for you to find out this way.' He hugged his nephew. Esme, unable to control her tears, hugged Frodo comfortingly. Frodo didn't know what to think. 'My parent's are dead? What's going to happen to me now? I hope that I don't have to leave Buckland.' Many questions like these were running through the young Hobbit's mind. Esme led Frodo into the bedrooms. They met Merry on the way. He broke down and hugged his cousin. 'He finally knows the poor lad.' Merry thought to himself.

Just before Esme closed the door to give Frodo some time to be alone, she whispered in Merry's ear. 'Merry, I want you to take care of Frodo. Keep him as happy and well fed as you can and please try not to let him outside. I don't want to see that look on his face ever again.' She wiped a tear from Merry's face and hugged him. Then, she walked off in the direction on her bedroom and gently shut the door.

Merry thought it best to only check on Frodo every half hour. He knew his cousin well enough to know that he should be left alone as much as possible when he is going to grieve. It was the only way that Frodo could recover.

In the big bedroom, Frodo was under the covers of his bed. A million questions were running though his head at once. He hoped that if he was going to leave Buckland at all, that he would like to stay with his cousin Bilbo up at Bag End in Hobbiton. He wouldn't see Merry as much but he knew that Merry would visit as much as he could, and vise versa.

Merry came in and checked on his cousin. 'Are you all right Frodo?' He had sympathy in his voice and he sat down on the edge of Frodo's bed. Frodo's head popped out from the covers. He had hoped that it was just a horrible dream that his mind had made up but, unfortunately, it wasn't a dream and it was Merry sitting on his bed, rubbing his back, not Primula or Drogo. He sighed and sat up. 'Hi Merry, I'm all right.' Merry offered him a weak smile which he did not return. He didn't think that he would ever smile again. He was hungry so he decided that he should at least eat a little bit; to keep his strength up. He got out of bed slowly. Merry was pleased with the progress that his cousin had made so quickly. He opened doors and such for him and asked if Frodo would like some peas or carrots and the like.

Frodo went to bed early, even earlier than even the youngest of the Hobbits. They knew to leave him alone and he went to sleep in silence but not for very long. He had horrible dreams of his parent's, and woke early in the morning.

He decided to go for a walk and clear his head. He went and dipped his feet in the Brandywine. He smiled slightly at the memory of trying to teach Merry the little bit that he knew of swimming. Life was good then and it was only a few days ago.

When Merry came in to check on his cousin he was shocked that he was gone. Surely at a time like this Frodo would at least tell someone where he was going? Merry told both Esme and Saradoc that Frodo had left and he was going to go and find his cousin.

Esme sent a messenger over to Hobbiton to come and get Bilbo Baggins. She thought him one of the best candidates for Frodo to go and live with. She thought that after having such a structured life before his parent's deaths that he should go and live with a relative than stay in Brandyhall where there were lots of small hobbits everywhere.

Bilbo was there within the day, by which Merry had found Frodo silently asleep under a tree. Frodo was happy to finally see Bilbo again. After all that had happened it seemed like years since he had seen Bilbo. He hugged Bilbo hard, making the older hobbit cough and splutter. He laughed. 'Not to worry, dear Frodo.'

Before long the Sackville-Bagginses had arrived. Although nobody really wanted them as a rival to Bilbo for whom Frodo would live the rest of his life with (until he was thirty three at least).

'Well I think that Frodo should come and live with us. Become a true Baggins while he is still young.' Lotho Sackville-Baggins had said. He shot an evil look to Bilbo's way.

Esme had told Merry to keep Frodo out of the way. Frodo knew what was going on and was sitting on his bed with Merry, anxious to find out the result of where he was going to live.

After what seemed like three hours (but truly was only half an hour) Bilbo came out of the study with a huge grin on his face, Lotho and Lobelia looked quite defeated and were cursing and muttering threats to Bilbo's way under their breathe. Bilbo was now going to become the caretaker of Frodo Baggins. 'Oh well, he's a Bucklander anyway; queer folk they are.' Lotho had said to Lobelia just before they got on their wagon to go back home.

The next day, Frodo was packed and ready to move to Hobbiton. He kept very close to Merry as he was going to miss his cousin and best friend a lot.

Bilbo and Frodo hopped in the wagon and were on their way to Hobbiton, Bag End.

I know it was long, in fact it is the longest story I have ever written in my life. Please review and I hopefully will be updating soon.