A/N: sorry for such a short chapter last time. I had

a time limit, and I wrote that in 20 minutes. Sorry- anyway-

~a week later~

At the Mayor's office Frodo sat in a chair next to the Mayor, as he

talked on and on.

Before the Meeting, Bilbo Baggins (his favorite cousin)

sat Frodo on his lap, and whispered in his ear, "Boy, where ever you end up,

remember, I'll come and Visit you, and you can come to Bag end, and we can chat

awhile." Frodo smiled, "Yes Uncle Bilbo." Thinking of this,

Frodo thought to himself as he sat in the chair, unaware What the Mayor was saying.

Uncle Bilbo always cheers me up... "Frodo Baggins is to go to The Brandybucks." The Mayor

Confirmed. Saradoc, stood up, and spoke to the Mayor a little while, then

came over to Frodo, "This'll be fun won't it?" Frodo weakly managed a fixed

grin. "Come on dear" Mrs. Brandybuck said. Frodo could tell they

were trying hard to cheer him up, It wasn't working at all, How could he be

Happy? He was having a hard time believing that Saradoc wasn't more upset about

his sister drowning. Frodo had only been to Brandy hall a few times, but Mrs.

and Mr. Brandybuck were practically strangers, And they were making Frodo a bit

Uncomfortable. Mr. Brandybuck wore a big grin, to match Mrs. Brandybuck.

Bilbo came over to Frodo, "Goodbye Lad, Remember to write!" Bilbo whispered, "Yes uncle

Bilbo, I won't forget... Goodbye uncle Bilbo!" Frodo threw his arms around

Bilbo. " Come on now!, get in the carriage." Sadness went through Frodo, as he

reluctantly climbed in. He watched as the carriage rolled away from the mayor's office, And Bilbo

waving, distantly fading as the carriage rolled away. Frodo tried to look out

the window, to avoid talking, but Mr. and Mrs. Brandybuck wouldn't stop asking

questions... "So Frodo, what is your favorite game?" Asked Mr.

Brandybuck. "I don't know." Frodo said. And Mr. Brandybuck started on about a

story of his childhood which Frodo only heard bits and pieces of, "I was looking

so forward to it, But then The girl canceled..." and "I couldn't find it, I

searched everywhere for it and then-" and then he began a conversation about

food crops, "I tried to grow it, But it just Wouldn't grow" Saradoc gave a Deep

hearty laugh, and Frodo saw Esmerelda give Saradoc a warning glance, and He

quieted immediately, but the silence didn't last long, as the carriage came to a

halt in a tall two story building called Brandy hall. An apple tree stood in the

front yard, with a girl, one year older it seemed, sitting cross legged under

the tree, arms crossed. She looked quite sour in the face, And when she

saw the carriage, she picked herself up, brushed off her skirt, and marched

indoors. The carriage driver opened the door and said, "Welcome to Brandy

Hall"

Frodo stepped out of the carriage, and looked at the Two story

hobbit hole, called 'buck hill' with his big bright blue eyes. Mr. Brandybuck opened

the door, a rug stained it seemed with some sort of wine, the wallpaper peeled a bit

here and there. There was something wrong with the place... It seemed

Too big for comfort. "Meli? Come here!" Mrs. Brandybuck shouted.

The sour faced girl came, with a little girl trailing her steps.

Meli looked Frodo up and down until saying, "Yes Aunty?" she said in

a sickly sweet way. "Will you show Frodo to his Room? Thank you dear."

When Mrs. Brandybuck left, Meli looked at Frodo, "So, your parents

died eh?" She Asked in a quick fast way, Frodo looked at her, and then

down at his feet. "Do you talk?" asked Meli. "Yes I do." Frodo said

stiffly. "Oh, just...wondering. come on." When Meli started going up

the stairs, Frodo stopped, "I have to...to go up there?" Frodo (like

most hobbits) didn't like hights. "yes, it's the only available room,

and I'm not going to give you mine." she snapped. Frodo Reluctantly

started to climb the stairs. When they reached the top of the stairs,

and old man staggered around the hall, murmuring something inaudible.

"Is he...mad?" asked Frodo, The man looked at him, and grabbed Frodo's

arm, pulling him close, "Have you seen the soap?" the mad man asked.

"n-no.." Frodo said, and the old man staggered off, murmuring "Must find

it, can't have gone far..." Meli immediately answered Frodo's

thoughts, "Everyone says, He's been looking for the soap that his wife

slipped on, and knocked herself out on the bath tub, drowning." This

didn't bring Happy memories to Frodo. "Everyone calls him Great great

Grandfather Brandybuck...so I guess you can too."

~Meanwhile in Hobbiton.~

Bilbo looked at his pocket watch, he figured he'd go for a

walk. He went outdoors, where Mr. Gamgee was gardening, " Good Morning Gaffer."

Bilbo said as he was going out the Gate, "Morning Mr. Bilbo."

said Mr. Gamgee. Bilbo was in thought as he walked, I wonder how Frodo

is doing? These thoughts raced through his mind. Underneath Bagend lived

the Gamgees. Bell, was a mother of two girls, and three boys, Samwise

who was two, was sleeping. Hamfast the middle boy was braiding ropes

with his brother Hamson. Mr. Gamgee called the Gaffer came in, and

shouted at the girls, "Why don't you go fix lunch?" Mr. Gamgee, was

stern, but he had a heart of Gold, lately though he was getting tired,

and more irritable. Perhaps it was because of the new member of the

family Just another mouth to feed is maybe what he thought He layed down

on the couch, Hamfast sometimes helped with the Gardening. But he made

an excuse Today that he was 'sick'. So, not wanting him to pass out, The

Gaffer did it all by himself. Mrs. Gamgee looked at him, "Your getting

too old-" she started, but Mr. Gamgee argued back, he hated being called

old, "I'm fine. Just need some rest." He argued back, with that he layed

down, and fell asleep.

Frodo was unpacking, when a loud bell erupted

through the whole Of Brandy hall, when he heard a loud yell, "DINNER!"

What sounded like a stampede that shook the whole building went down the

hall, Frodo peered out cautiously, and walked out to the Dining room,

dozens of people sat in chairs at a long table, and Mrs. Brandybuck

ushered him to a seat. Endless bits of conversation went back, and forth

down the table. he ate alittle bit, when everyone was finished, they were

going to open a bottle of wine, He asked to be excused. He went strait

to his room, layed down in his bed, and cried himself to sleep.