The Lord of the Rings
The Fellowship of the Ring
Disclaimer: I do not own Tolkien's characters. My OC'S are Celewen and Luri.
My plan is to mix the books and the movies together. There are elements of the movie I like and of course some scenes I prefer to stick with the book. Please bear with me if there's any confusion.
Part One:
Prologue:
Concerning Hobbits
"The twenty-second day of September. In the year 1400- by Shire reckoning. Bag End, Bagshot Row, Hobbiton, West Farthing. The Shire. Middle Earth. The Third Age of this world… There and Back Again. A Hobbit's tale by Bilbo Baggins."
An elderly hobbit sat in his study. Bilbo Baggins had woken up before the sun, and all morning, he sat in his study, writing his story. He enjoyed telling it to others who would listen. But this morning, excitement overtook him, and he thought "Why not write a book?"
"Now, where to begin?" He pondered, leaning back in his chair and smoking his pipe. "Ah, yes!" He leaned forward, setting his pipe down and getting his quill ready.
Concerning Hobbits…
Hobbits had been living and farming in the Four Farthings of the Shire, for many hundreds of years, quite content to ignore and be ignored by the world of the Big Folk. Middle-Earth being after all, full of strange creatures beyond count, hobbits must seem of little importance. Being neither renowned as great warriors, nor counted among the very wise.
Bilbo leaned back and chuckled at his writings. A tap on the door interrupted his jolly moment.
"Frodo! Someone at the door!" He bellowed for his young cousin- whom he called his nephew- before going back to writing.
In fact, it has been remarked by some that hobbits' only real passion is for food. A rather unfair observation, as we have also developed a keen interest in the brewing of ales, and the smoking of pipe weed. But where are hearts truly lie, is at peace, quiet, and good tilled earth. For all hobbits share of love of things that grow. And yes, no doubt to others our ways seem quaint. But today of all days, it is brought home to me; it is no bad thing to celebrate a simple life.
Another rasp on the door interrupted his thoughts once again. He sighed in annoyance. "Frodo! The door!" He was only answered by another knock at the door. "Sticklebacks, where is that boy? Frodo!" He got up from his desk and went to answer the door. He was ready to yell at whatever relative decided to bother him. He pulled the door open only to see three young hobbits waiting outside. He recognized his gardener's three youngest children: May Gamgee, Samwise Gamgee, and Marigold Gamgee.
"Oh…" Bilbo couldn't help but smile at the three.
"Hello Mister Bilbo." They said slowly in union, as though they had been rehearsing.
"Mama wanted us to wish you and Frodo a happy birthday." May said.
"Good gracious!" Bilbo chuckled. "I'll pass on the message. Tell Bell I said thank you!"
Marigold was holding a bouquet. She stepped forward and handed the bundle of flowers to Bilbo, cheeks turning bright red.
"What's this?" Bilbo asked.
"It's the bouquet our Gaffer promised you." May informed.
"Oh, that's right!" Bilbo smiled. "I must have forgotten… erm…don't tell anyone I opened the door for you, all right?"
"Yes sir." May replied.
"Where's Mister Frodo?" Sam asked.
"He's off somewhere…I can't seem to… Oh! That's right! He was going to surprise Gandalf! I forgot about that too."
"You should take some time to relax, Mr. Bilbo." May advised. "Sounds like you're quite busy."
Bilbo chuckled. "Well, now you sound like your mother."
May smiled, cheeks turning pink. They bade him farewell before going back to their home, Bilbo supposed they were going to get ready for the party.
He closed the door, and turned to walk back into his office, setting the bouquet on the dining room table. He felt his vest pockets and froze.
"Where's it gone?" He whispered to himself before running to his coat hanger and reaching into his coat pockets. He rushed around looking around, as though he was looking for something of the utmost importance. He even threw down one of his coat in frustration. He finally reached into the pocket of his trousers. He gasped and pulled something out. Holding it in his hand, he closed it in a fist and brought it to his lips, sighing in relief.
He seemed to be quite forgetful lately. He nearly forgot his party was today, he had forgotten the Gaffer was going to arrange a bouquet for him, and now, he forgot where he had placed his ring…