A/N: I got the idea after reading Cervantesosis's fanfiction, so go read his/her fanfic! I wanted to use all the Dissidia characters, but that would be too many characters, so I'm just using Duodecim characters, and maybe a couple from the original roster. Won't tell you though ;) Enjoy!
I also want to give a shoutout to my beta Lord Lithros Maitreya, who has been a huge help! Without him, you guys would probably be horrified at all my errors -_-
Prologue
Lightning collapsed onto her knees, heavily panting. Her body was screaming for rest. She watched as the arsenal man, Laguna, fall to his knees before falling on the ground. Vaan wasn't too far behind him, falling face forward. Kain grunted as he tried to remain standing before buckling to the ground, Tifa following suit. Lightning looked around.
Kain, Laguna, Vaan, Yuna, Tifa.
They all lay unconscious, a strange glow emitting from each of them. The shattered pieces of the manikins they had defeated lay around them like broken shards of glass. Lightning looked up at the new wave of manikins coming towards them. She saw the opening of the Rift disappeared in a bright glow.
She felt a weight lift off her chest for a moment. Her eyes widened as her breath hitched, before she succumbed to the darkness.
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She felt warmth surrounded her body, and opened her eyes. She was floating in mid air, along with Kain and the other people who she thought were unconscious. She noticed that a weird light—different colors—surrounded them, and looked at her own body to see the same light. She looked at Laguna who gave her a thumbs up.
She saw the bodies of the others, who were unconscious, float in midair as well.
A dragon-like beast; the glow it gave off was blinding, snaked its way down towards the unconscious people. As the beast disappeared, so did the people who were unconscious, leaving Lightning and her group. Lightning looked at Yuna, who suddenly disappeared, along with Vaan, Tifa, Laguna, and Kain. Lightning saw the Warrior of Light looking up at her with confusion.
She bowed her head, and gave him a gentle smile, before she faded.
()()()()()()
Darkness.
She was falling into darkness. Why didn't she wake up? Wasn't she going home? She did what she could to help Cosmos, and it was obvious she wasn't going to be there for the next cycle.
But she continued to fall,
Into an endless pit.
And then, she moved herself into a standing position. She was no longer falling, but more in an endless dark void. She took a couple steps.
"Where…am I?" she asked herself. She took a couple more steps. "Serah?" she called out. She was met with silence.
"Kain! Yuna! Tifa!"
She started to run, but seemed to go nowhere. Suddenly, she saw a dim light in the distance. It was orange and red, like fire. She started running towards it. As she got closer, the light revealed itself to be a fiery orb, but as she kept getting closer, she realized something was wrong.
It wasn't an orb.
It was an eye.
Dark evil energy immedietly filled the air, and Lightning knew that this eye wasn't an ordinary eye. The eye was rimmed with fire, but was itself glazed, yellow as a cat's, watchful and intent, and the black slit of its pupil opened on a pit, a window into nothing.
"I see you…"a malicious voice filled the air, and Lightning whipped out her gunblade. She looked around, trying to find the source of the voice. But only the eye was there.
"What are you!" she shouted at the eye.
But the eye only stared at her. The flames started getting brighter and bigger. She tensed as she heard an inhuman call in the air, similar to a shriek.
"What do you want with me?" she shouted again at the eye. But then, she heard the voice again, except it was chanting in a language she couldn't understand. In her mind, though, it seemed to form words.
One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them,
One Ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them.
"Enough!"
She charged at the eye with her gunblade ready to strike. As soon as her blade hit the eye, all she saw was white.
()()()()()()
Two eyes, one blue and the other green, fluttered open. The young summoner sat up and realized that she had been sleeping in a small bed. She looked around. She was in a room of a small inn. There was a table with a nice tablecloth over it, along with a small vase of flowers. There were three chairs around it.
In one of the chairs, sat a male figure with a pointy hat. He was dressed in grey robes, and from the white clouds emanating from the figure; Yuna guessed that he was smoking. He appeared to not notice her awakening, and his form was still.
She looked at the man, and then down at the bed, wondering what to do. She spied her staff at the end of the bed, and took another look at the man. What was she suppose to do? Better yet, where was she? Was she brought back to life to fight another war cycle? Where were the others? Where was Cosmos? What was going on? She jumped as the man began to speak.
"I was wondering when you would awaken," the voice was rough and old, but gentle, "You had me quite worried there, young lady." The man slowly turned around to reveal an old face with a long grey beard and mustache. In his hand was a pipe. "That's quite a staff you've got there. I have never seen anything quite like it."
Yuna looked back at her staff, and then at the old man. "Who…are you? And where am I," she asked carefully.
The old man took a drag from his pipe, observing her. Her clothes were interesting, as well as her eyes. He didn't recall anyone in Middle Earth with mismatched eyes, but it did not deter from her beauty, which could rival any she-elf.
"You are in Middle Earth, my dear, close to the outskirts of the Shire to be exact. I have many names, but the one name I'm most commonly known as is Gandalf the Grey."
Yuna eyes narrowed as she tried to understand him. He had an odd way of speaking. "Gandalf the Grey," Yuna repeated, "I guess all the fighting that we did was for nothing. Do you fight for Cosmos as well?"
The old man's eye grew serious. "Fight? There is not fight hereabouts since the Dark Ages." He looked at her closely. "Since I have told you my name, I think it's fair that I should know yours, don't you think?"
"My name is Yuna."
Gandalf put the pipe back into his mouth and nodded. "And where are you from, Lady Yuna?"
Yuna looked down at the covers and drew a hand to her chest. "Well, it's a long story…"
"Surely not long enough for an old man?" Yuna looked up at him. He was smoking his pipe and looking at her with curious eyes. "You see, you appeared out of nowhere, my dear. And of course I could not stand leaving a young maiden out alone in the middle of nowhere—alone and unconscious, waiting to be hunted like a wounded deer."
Yuna's eyes widened. She quickly bowed her head. "I must thank you for taking care of me." She threw of the covers and hurried to take her staff. "I won't bother you any longer." She made a move to walk out the door, but the man's voice stopped her.
"And is this how you thank an old man for saving you?" his tone had a light tease to it.
"Oh!" She gasped and turned around with red cheeks, embarrassed. She remained standing. "How shall I pay you back, for saving my life?"
"Your payment, is telling this old wizard how on earth you appeared before me. I very much wish to know."
Yuna's eyes widened. "A…wizard?"
"You mean to tell me you've not any clue of what a wizard is?"
Yuna looked away. "We have…mages, where I come from." Gandalf gestured for her to take a seat in the chair next to him at the table. "Can you perform magic?"
"Yes, but many of my spells are too powerful for me to show you for any cause other than your amusement."
"Oh." Yuna gave a slight look of disappointment.
"I see you have a staff. Are you of the Istari? A witch?"
"Oh no," Yuna said quickly, "I'm a summoner."
"A summoner, you say?" Gandalf placed the pipe between his lips.
"Yes."
The wizard sucked on his pipe, thinking. "Where did you say you were from?"
So Yuna told him all about Spira, and how it was plagued by a huge monster known as Sin. She told him about summoners, Spira's "ray of light," and how their job was to go on a pilgrimage to seek the Final Aeon in order to defeat Sin. And upon defeating Sin, they bring the Calm, the time when Spira is free from Sin. The explanation of aeons took a little while, as the wizard had a hard time imagining how such creatures existed.
Then she explained the notion of Yu Yevon, and how Sin keeps returning because the people of Spira must repent for their sins, which led her to explain what machina were. The wizard's eyes grew wide and interested as she explained the objects run by electricity, or, lightning as Gandalf saw it. She began describing about her own pilgrimage, and how her father had defeated Sin before her and became High Summoner. She wanted to follow in his footsteps.
And then she told the wizard how she was taken from her world, to fight in an endless war—a war where she died many times, only to be brought back to life in the next cycle. She explained the tension between the Goddess of Harmony, Cosmos, and the God of Discord, Chaos. And then she told him how she and the rest of her friends decided to end everything once and for all, and described the last battle that took everyone's life.
"And then, I just showed up here, I guess," Yuna admitted. But she really didn't know how she wound up in Middle Earth.
Gandalf was smoking his pipe, deep in thought. The girl clearly wasn't a threat, and even if she was, she was at a disadvantage. He observed the girl.
"I don't know where I am, or where my friends are if they're even here," she said sadly. She clenched her hands around her staff. "I hope they're all right…"
Gandalf looked at her for a couple of minutes before taking his pipe out of his mouth. "That is…quite a story."
Her mismatched eyes met his, and Gandalf got a close up look of her face. "Oh, I hope you don't think I made this all up," she said with a pleading look, "It's the truth, really." She stood up from the table. "If you would like me to show you one of my aeons, I can."
Gandalf chuckled. "My dear, I did not say that I didn't believe you," he said with mirth. His face got a little more serious. "As far-fetched as your story sounds, I detect no lie from you."
"So…you believe mw?"
Gandalf stood up and walked over to a window. "Well, I didn't say that either." He put the pipe back in his mouth and started smoking. An idea formed in his head. He turned to face the young summoner and gestured with his pipe as he began to talk.
"How about this: Seeing as I cannot leave you here by yourself, in a world where you have no knowledge of, how about you accompany me on a little journey?"
Yuna's eyes widened. "A…journey?" She looked thoughtful for a moment. "But how will I get home?"
Gandalf chuckled. "Well, we certainly don't know how you came here, and I believe that it will take time to work that out. In the meantime, are you saying that you don't wish to accompany this poor old man?" he gestured to himself.
Yuna's cheeks turned red again. "No, no not at all," she shook her head furiously, "I would…be honored to join you."
Gandalf smiled. "So it is settled then. We'll leave first thing tomorrow morning."
()()()()()()
That night, Yuna had a dream. A little boy dressed in purple garb appeared before her. His face was covered by the shadow of his hood.
It was the fayth of aeon, Bahamut.
Yuna gave him a small bow.
"It's been a while, Yuna," Bahamut spoke.
"I must thank you for the aeon."
Bahamut tiled his head as silence filled the air.
"Something troubles you," Bahamut observed.
"I…wish to know….why did I not return to Spira?" Yuna asked.
Bahamut tiled his head down to look at the ground, and was silent. His is silence was Yuna's answer. The fayth didn't know. They didn't know why Yuna was taken to fight for Cosmos either.
"I think I may have an answer," a melodious voice filled the air, "Though, I do not know how helpful it may be."
Bahamut and Yuna turned to see the bright figure of golden-haired woman dressed in white."
"Cosmos," Yuna breathed.
The Goddess smiled at Yuna. "Yes, Yuna, it is I, The Goddess of Harmony, Cosmos."
"But, but I saw you unconscious. How is it that you still live?"
Cosmos eyes filled with sadness. "Like you, everytime death meets me, I am brought back to life for the next cycle of war."
Yuna sighed. "So…so our efforts were futile…"
Cosmos only gave her a sad smile. "Please, do not blame yourself, Yuna. If anyone is to blame, it is me." Yuna looked up at her with surprise. "I should have done more," Cosmos explained, "I wanted to…to save you all from that nightmare." She shook her head sadly. "But what's done is done. I believe you wish to know why you were not taken back to your world."
Yuna nodded.
"To be honest, I don't really know either. When I brought you and the others to my world, it was by my own power that you came. However, the power that took you back was not mine."
"So someone else returned Yuna to her world?" Bahamut asked.
"Attempted to," Cosmos corrected, "The only reason why I am able to contact you now is because I felt your presence. Had you returned home, I would have not been able to."
"But…who?" Yuna asked, "It couldn't have been Chaos."
"No, no it was not Chaos," Cosmos shook her head, "If I had to guess, it would be Shinryu."
"Shinryu?"
"Shinyru is another God from my world. He does not fight, not for Chaos, not for me. He is neutral. He is the reason why you all were brought back to life during each cycle."
Yuna's eyes widened. So that's why they kept coming back, why they kept returning to fight.
Cosmos eyes narrowed. "After you and the others used all your powers to close the gate to the Rift, Shinryu decided to dispose you, and return you to your worlds. I suspect that something went disarray when he attempted to do so."
"So, I'm in a different world, by mistake?" Yuna asked carefully.
The Goddess of Harmony nodded.
"So then will I get back home?" Yuna asked.
"By finding this Shinryu god, right?" Bahamut suggested, "After all, he got her into this world, he can get her out, right?"
"I'm afraid it is not that easy," Cosmos said, "Shinryu remains in my world."
"Then how will I get home!"
"Please remain calm, Yuna," Cosmos said gently, "When Shinryu placed you in my world, he did so with a purpose. The only way you could get home was either finding your crystal and defeating Chaos, or using up all your power."
"And we chose the latter," Yuna murmured, "Because we didn't have any choice."
Cosmos nodded, with a sad smile. "I'm so sorry, Yuna. This is all my fault."
Yuna shook her head. "No, you were only doing what you thought was best for us," she smiled, "So if Shinryu placed me in your world with a purpose, then I must have a purpose here too, right?"
"That is correct, although I don't know how strong that purpose is since he did not plan for you to come here," Cosmos admitted.
Yuna thought for a moment, and Cosmos read her mind.
"If Yuna used her power the last time, can she do it again?" Bahamut asked.
"You no longer fight in an endless war, Yuna. That trick worked in my world, but I do not think it will work in this world," Cosmos explained, "You do not have Shinryu's power to revive you if you fall."
"Then what must I do?"
"That, I do not know," Cosmos said, "I will give you this advice: fight for the light."
"But I thought you said—"
"There must be some sort of problem in this world, and you will have to learn what that problem is and solve it," Cosmos said, "My advice, fight for the light, is the only advice I can give you." The Goddess began to fade, and she began to look worn out.
"Wait! What's happening?" Yuna cried.
"My…my powers," Cosmos panted, "I used most of my strength to protect the Warrior of Light rom the wave of manikins that came to the Sanctuary. I am left weakened. I must leave you, for now."
Yuna wanted to protest, but she knew that she had to do this herself.
"Wait!" Yuna begged, "The others…what of them?"
Cosmos looked at her. "The others have not returned to their homes either, but I can not tell you if they were taken to the same world as you. You will have to find out for yourself." The goddess became translucent. "Good bye, for now."
Yuna was overwhelmed.
"How will I do this? This is nothing compared to the pilgrimage," she murmured, "At least with the pilgrimage I knew what I was doing, I knew what to do. But now…"
"Don't worry, Yuna," Bahamut said as he walked up to her, "You have that grey old man who can help you. And you will have the aid of the fayths as well. You're still a summoner, who hasn't completed her pilgrimage. Whenever you are in need, you can always call the aeons." And he disappeared as well, leaving Yuna by herself.
"I just wish…I wasn't alone," Yuna whispered and wrapped her arms around herself, "I wish you were here…"
Tidus….
()()()()()()
The Sun came bright and early, rudely awakening the summoner. She sat up in bed, rubbing her eyes. She looked around. She was in the same room. It wasn't a dream.
She then noticed that Gandalf the Grey wasn't in the room, which had been tidied up. She got out of bed and smoothed out her blue skirt. She looked in a mirror on a dresser and quickly fixed her hair, which looked like a chocobo's nest.
"Ah, good you're up," a rough voice startled her.
She turned around to see the grey robed wizard smiling at her form the doorway. His grey pointed hat was on his head, and his staff was in his hand. She smiled back at him.
"I'm in a bit of a rush, so you'll have to eat breakfast during our journey to our next destination," he apologized.
"Oh, it's okay." Yuna quickly went to grab her staff. Checking herself in the mirror one more time, she turned and followed Gandalf out of the inn.
When they were outside, she was surprised to find a wagon drawn by a weird creature. It had four long, muscular legs, a long body, and a head with a somewhat long muzzle. It reminded Yuna of Ixion, her lightning–based aeon she received in Djose Temple.
"That creature kind of looks like one of my aeons," she commented.
Gandalf looked at his horse. "Oh, this horse?"
"A…horse?"
Gandalf chuckled as he went to make sure everything was in the wagon. "You mean to tell me, that you've never seen a horse before?"
Yuna shook her head. "Spira has no…horses." The word was foreign on her tongue.
"How on earth did you make these pilgrimages? Wasn't there any source of transportation?"
Yuna giggled. "Well, besides machina, we do have these big yellow birds called chocobo's."
"And what, dear one, is a chocobo?"
Yuna reached out to stroke the horse on its forehead. It gave a gentle nicker of appreciation. "Chocobos are these huge yellow birds that you can ride on. They have long legs that can allow them to run like wind."
"Fascinating." Gandalf hoisted himself in the front seat of the wagon. He then turned around to help Yuna in the wagon. They both sat down, and Gandalf took the reins. He clicked his tongue and the horse began to walk.
"And do these big yellow birds fly?" he asked.
The question caused Yuna to laugh out loud, and Gandalf found himself chuckling along with her. She was so young, innocent, carefree. He started to think back to his younger days when he had those luxuries…
"Not very well," she admitted as she tried to catch her breath, "They can only fly short distances, and not very high either."
"If you don't mind me asking, how old are you, Yuna, daughter of Braska?"
Yuna was caught off guard for a moment. "I am 17 years old. And please, no formalities. Call me Yuna."
"Quite young to be a summoner out to vanquish this monstrous Sin of yours," he commented.
"There are summoners who are only a couple years older than me. 17 years, while it may seem young, is actually the common age in which apprentice summoners complete their training," Yuna stated.
Gandalf shook his head. 'Young people these days…they should just be carefree while they still can,' he thought.
They were silent for a few moments, and Yuna's stomach growled. She gave a nervous laugh and covered her stomach. "I'm sorry," she began.
"No worries, young one," Gandalf reached in the back and pulled out a small pouch. He handed it to Yuna. In it was a piece of bread, a chunk of cheese, and some dried meat. There was also an apple in it as well.
"I told you that you would eat during our trip."
Yuna thanked the old man and dug in. She couldn't remember the last time she'd eaten. Sure, they had small stops on her pilgrimage, but the war between Cosmos and Chaos prevented her and the others from resting.
"So, where are we going?" she asked between bites of food. She observed the scenery: lush trees and vegetation grew around them, the sun was bright and the sky had no trace of clouds. It was a beautiful day.
"To the Shire—the home of hobbits."
"Hobbits?"
"Halfings. "Little People" who enjoy gardening, drinking, and having a joyful time altogether. Very peaceful."
"It sounds wonderful."
"I'm there to visit an old friend," Gandalf said, "He will be celebrating his eleventy first birthday."
Yuna figured out that "eleventy first" mean one hundred and eleven.
"They live to be that old?" Yuna gasped.
Gandalf gave her an amused look.
"I'm sorry," she said, "It's just that, it would take a miracle for a person in Spira to reach even thirty years."
"All because of Sin?"
Yuna looked at her hands in her lap. "Well, Spira is also plagued by monsters known as fiends. They're the spirits of the dead who do not accept their death, and turn into beasts that prey on the living."
"Oh my. A grave thing indeed."
"Unless given a proper sending, or if the person accepts death, these spirits are bound to become fiends," Yuna continued, "Summoners have the power to send spirits to the Farplane, a place of rest, where they may rest in peace."
"The only thing you'll encounter here are orcs, trolls, and goblins. Filthy, ugly, creatures that use to work for the dark lord Sauron."
"Dark Lord?" Yuna repeated. 'Could this be the problem Cosmos was referring to?'
And so, Gandalf began to tell Yuna the time of the Dark Ages. He told her about the Rings: three given to the elves, seven given to the dwarfs, and nine given to Men. And then one ring, which was created to control all the other rings, was creating, was kept by Sauron, the Dark Lord of Mordor. He went in great detail the horrors and battles that the dark lord caused.
And then he mentioned about Isildur, the one who had defeated Sauron.
"So, where is the ring now?" Yuna asked.
"No one knows," Gandalf said, "But its nothing to worry about."
They stopped for a quick break.
"Time to stretch and rattle these old bones of mine," Gandalf said as he got out of the wagon and helped Yuna down.
He took a couple of steps. "How about you show me these…aeons of yours?"
"Right now?"
"Why not? You've got plenty of room, and we're still a ways from Hobbiton, no one will notice."
Yuna gave the old wizard an uncertain look. "Um…okay." She stepped out, putting some distance between her and the wagon. She raised her staff, vertically, with both hands, and brought it down to her sternum. She flung her arms out to the side, her head looking up at the sky, and four small green orbs appeared around her before fading. She then took a step back with her right foot, and spread her arms out (like a warriors pose in yoga), the staff in her right hand.
Gandalf watched with interest.
A strange glow emitted from the summoner, and a huge symbol appeared on the ground beneath her. Different colored light danced around her, and four beams of light shot up into the sky. They spiraled together, and burst into a large halo like shape. A rainbow ring flashed, with bright flash of light within the circle, and a big bulky figure shot out from the light. It opened its wings to reveal a phoenix like creature.
"How interesting," Gandalf breathed.
It landed on the ground before Yuna, sending up dirt and bits of the ground as it stopped. The horse stomped its foot and whinnied in fear and surprise at the creature. Yuna walked up to the aeon and gently scratched its neck, and the aeon crooned.
"This is Valefor, my very first aeon I had received," Yuna explained.
"Is it a phoenix?" Gandalf asked as he walked closer with curious eyes. Valefor looked back at Gandalf with a curious look of its own. "He's not dangerous is he?"
"Oh no," Yuna shook her head, "In fact, she's the gentlest one out of all of them."
"She?"
Yuna stopped petting Valefor, and since the aeon was not need, it shot up in the air and took off. "The spirit of Valefor is a little girl and her dog. They gave their lives up to become the fayth who grant us these aeons," she explained.
"Amazing. Simply Amazing. Are there others as well?"
Yuna smiled. "Yes, but I'd rather summon them if we were in a battle. They don't like being summoned without a good reason."
He took a deep sigh. "Well, I guess we better get a move on then. We want to make it to the Shire before dark."
So back on the road they went. The rest of the trip there Gandalf told Yuna about the race of elves, dwarfs, ents, and the generality of each race. When the scene around them seem to be the greenest it had ever been, Gandalf smiled.
"We're almost there, to Hobbiton" he said, and began to sing a little tune. There were on a small dirt road, tress on both sides of them.
"The road goes on and ever on.
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the road has gone,
And I must follow if I can…"
Yuna closed her eyes, enjoying the tune. The song had a different feel compared to the Hymn of the Fayth. It was more serene, joyful, and carefree; instead of old, serious, and ancient. She was shaken out of her thoughts by a young man's voice.
"You're late."
Yuna looked up to see a small man standing on a short ledge above them. She gasped.
Gandalf stopped the wagon and looked up at the hobbit with a serious expression. "A wizard is never late, Frodo Baggins. Nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to." The two had a staring contest before Gandalf broke into laughter, Frodo joining.
The hobbit jumped into the back of the wagon and gave a hug to the wizard. "It's wonderful to see you, Gandalf!"
The old wizard chuckled. "Ooh, you didn't think I'd miss your Uncle Bilbo's birthday did you?"
Frodo smiled, and then noticed Yuna. "Oh, are you a friend of Gandalf's?" he asked her. Her clothing didn't seem to affect him. His eyes widened as he saw her blue and green eye. "Y-you're eyes…" he began. Yuna tiled her head.
"They're beautiful."
And for the third time since she had arrived in Middle Earth, Yuna's cheeks turned a shade of pink. "Oh…thank you."
"No, they really are. They remind me of the Shire: your blue eye reminds me of the blue skies while the green one reminds me of all the plants," Frodo reassured her.
"Frodo, this is Yuna. She is my companion," Gandalf explained, giving a wink to Yuna.
"A pleasure to meet you Miss Yuna," Frodo said as he stuck out his hand. "I'm Frodo Baggins."
Yuna shyly shook the hobbit's hand. Gandalf clicked his tongue and the horse started walking.
"So, how is the old rascal? I hear it's going to be a part of special magnificence," Gandalf said to Frodo."
"You know Bilbo," Frodo said with a smile, "He's got the whole place in an uproar."
"That should keep him pleased," Gandalf chuckled.
"Half the Shire's been invited," Frodo continued, "And the rest of them are turning up anyway."
Both the wizard and the hobbit laughed. Yuna smiled as she witnessed the exchange between the two. It suddenly reminded her of her own relationships with people. Wakka. Lulu. Kimahri. Everyone back at Spira. Lightning. Laguna. Everyone back in Cosmos's world. Yuna felt a strong desire within her grow.
"To tell you the truth," Frodo began, "Bilbo's been a little bit odd lately. I mean, more than usual." His face was crossed with worry.
Gandalf hummed in thought. Yuna's ears perked up at the conversation.
Frodo continued, "He's taken to locking himself in his study. He spends hours and hours pouring over old maps when he thinks I'm not looking." He looked into the distance of Hobbiton. "He's up to the something."
Frodo looked at Gandalf with a questioning look, Yuna doing the same. But the old wizard just stared at the scenery in front of him, deliberately. He had his pipe in his mouth
Frodo smirked. "Alright, keep your secrets then."
"Hrrrrmph," came the reply and Yuna giggled.
"But I know you have something to do with it," Frodo teased.
"Goodness gracious. Me?"
"Before you came along, we Bagginses were very well thought of."
"Indeed?"
"Never had any adventures or did anything unexpected."
Gandalf took the pipe out of his mouth. "If you're referring to the incident with the dragon, I was barely involved. All I did was give your uncle a little nudge out of the door."
Yuna smiled while Frodo laughed.
"Whatever you did, you've been officially labeled as the 'disturber of peace'," Frodo stated matter-of-fact.
"Oh really?"
They start to get into the hard of Hobbiton. Many hobbit children came running as they heard Gandalf come. The all screamed for fireworks. The wagon passed by a hobbit home with a grumpy old man raking some leaves. His wife, who came out to see what the children were yelling at, soon accompanied him. She gave a disapproving look to Gandalf. The children kept screaming for fireworks from the wizard, but Gandalf paid no heed to them.
"Awwwww…." Came from the children as they were ignored.
Suddenly, fireworks emerged from the back of the wagon and children screamed for joy, jumping and running after the sparks. Frodo smiled at Gandalf who began to laugh. The old hobbit began to chuckle, but quickly became grumpy again after the look on his wife's face.
Yuna was just awed by everything. The town was beautiful, and everyone was so joyful and happy. It seemed like the complete opposite of Spira.
Frodo sighed. He turned to Yuna. "It was nice meeting you Miss Yuna." Yuna smiled at him.
"I'm glad you're back Gandalf," the young hobbit said before leaping off the wagon.
"So am I, dear boy!…So am I"
A/N: I might end up re-editing this…but at least it's out there. Review, favorite/alert list. You know the drill :D
