Happy daily life in the Shire:
(Also Known as: Michi2 Cuts Up the Story so she can Place her Insanity There)
An intro:
Lord of the Rings is very sad in my opinion. I wonder what would happen if Frodo had never gone on the quest... wouldn't it have been nicer and led a "normal" hobbit life?! I want happy endings! Like Sam and Rosie and Bill the Pony living happily ever after! And Fireworks for Hobbit Children! (No, that's not a charity) Give me wild hobbit parties, thick, rich hobbit meals, and laughing hobbit maids dancing the jig! YES! Without further adoo, (That is NOT how you spell it.)..... HAPPY DAILY LIFE IN THE SHIRE!
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Gather round, Hobbit children, and listen and hear... a tale of a bunch of happy, dancing hobbits.
There was once a beautiful hobbit-maid, whose name was Sopha, fairer than an elf, and she knew how to cook better than any elf ever could. She could cook mushrooms, she could cook potatoes, and carrots and cabbage, too. Okay, okay, she was just an ordinary hobbit. She liked to dance, and was doing so, at the 111th birthday party of Mr. Bilbo Baggins. Bilbo had, of course, absolutely NO surprises planned. He had never even owned a gold ring in his life. And he wasn't planning to. Why, might you ask, is this idiot tearing up the entire tale of the ring? I thought I told you about that in the intro. This is happy, normal, Shire life, and it's interesting enough without magic rings.
Who needs magic rings when you can have dancing hobbits? And this particular hobbit was just aching to dance with Frodo Baggins, for this was his 33rd birthday, and, (In Sopha's eyes at least) he was getting more handsome by the day. Her dearest friend and longtime gossip partner Rosie told her that there were plenty more handsome hobbits floating around the place, all the while keeping her eyes on Samwise Gamgee, as if nobody else existed. Sopha Brandybuck, (One of Meriadoc's many cousins) however, got fed up with Rosie's dreamlike state and decided to get herself another cherry cordial.
Plucking one of the flowers from the vase and twisting it in with her curly hobbit hair, Sopha sat down at a table and watched Merry and his pal Pippin trying to get into the fireworks. She was beginning to feel tired, and slightly bored with this party. How come nobody asked her for a dance anyways? She wondered if she should go humor someone and ask Gandalf for a twirl.
The sporadic 'orchestra' started to play a perky waltz, and Ella Proudfoot started singing. Not bad, thought Sopha. Ella Proudfoot was known throughout the Shire as an 'okay' singer. Now if only one could understand what she was singing.
Sopha felt someone sitting down beside her. She looked- it was Frodo. Her face reddened, and she craned her neck around to see if Rosie was watching.
"You don't look like you're dancing," He said. "Enjoying yourself?"
"Yes, yes, just fine," She said. {Act cute, act cute, act cute...} She was all the while repeating in her mind.
"Well, can I have a dance, then?" Frodo asked.
"Please!" She exclaimed suddenly, taking poor Frodo's hand at once, and practically pulling him towards the place where the others were dancing.
All the while, Rosie and Samwise had been dancing. It looked as if Rosie's grin couldn't get wider at what she'd just caught, and it also looked like poor Sam was about to have a heart attack. He was practically wheezing.
Ella Proudfoot was starting to go flat. Bilbo Baggins noticed, and smiled to himself. Gandalf came to sit beside him, with a cup of spicy ale, and the two started chatting about normal, hobbit-esque things. I think their conversation had something to do with the price of potatoes and how Gandalf wanted a new set of robes, his were beginning to fade.
The dance ended, and Sopha, slightly out of breath, got herself a piece of birthday cake and sat down next to Rosie. There was a moment of silence, and then suddenly they both started chattering.
Then all the sudden, there was a very loud "BOOM!" as one of the tents popped off into the sky. A lot of hobbits started screaming and running, but Sopha just laughed. Rosie gave her a 'You're-insane-and-if-you-value-your-life,-you'd-better-come-and-panic-too" look. Two words solved that one- Merry and Pippin. As a great dragon soared through the air, Rosie and Sopha just kept laughing. It was a firework after all.
The crowd started to cheer. "Speech! Speech!"
Bilbo got up on some barrels and began a speech that would last a half hour. Rosie fell asleep on Sopha's arm. Frodo listened to the speech, but couldn't help but think about poor Sam, because he was about ready to pass out. Ella Proudfoot decided that she would not get another chance to show off her voice that night, and so she went home. That was too bad though- the party was only about to get better.
(Also Known as: Michi2 Cuts Up the Story so she can Place her Insanity There)
An intro:
Lord of the Rings is very sad in my opinion. I wonder what would happen if Frodo had never gone on the quest... wouldn't it have been nicer and led a "normal" hobbit life?! I want happy endings! Like Sam and Rosie and Bill the Pony living happily ever after! And Fireworks for Hobbit Children! (No, that's not a charity) Give me wild hobbit parties, thick, rich hobbit meals, and laughing hobbit maids dancing the jig! YES! Without further adoo, (That is NOT how you spell it.)..... HAPPY DAILY LIFE IN THE SHIRE!
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Gather round, Hobbit children, and listen and hear... a tale of a bunch of happy, dancing hobbits.
There was once a beautiful hobbit-maid, whose name was Sopha, fairer than an elf, and she knew how to cook better than any elf ever could. She could cook mushrooms, she could cook potatoes, and carrots and cabbage, too. Okay, okay, she was just an ordinary hobbit. She liked to dance, and was doing so, at the 111th birthday party of Mr. Bilbo Baggins. Bilbo had, of course, absolutely NO surprises planned. He had never even owned a gold ring in his life. And he wasn't planning to. Why, might you ask, is this idiot tearing up the entire tale of the ring? I thought I told you about that in the intro. This is happy, normal, Shire life, and it's interesting enough without magic rings.
Who needs magic rings when you can have dancing hobbits? And this particular hobbit was just aching to dance with Frodo Baggins, for this was his 33rd birthday, and, (In Sopha's eyes at least) he was getting more handsome by the day. Her dearest friend and longtime gossip partner Rosie told her that there were plenty more handsome hobbits floating around the place, all the while keeping her eyes on Samwise Gamgee, as if nobody else existed. Sopha Brandybuck, (One of Meriadoc's many cousins) however, got fed up with Rosie's dreamlike state and decided to get herself another cherry cordial.
Plucking one of the flowers from the vase and twisting it in with her curly hobbit hair, Sopha sat down at a table and watched Merry and his pal Pippin trying to get into the fireworks. She was beginning to feel tired, and slightly bored with this party. How come nobody asked her for a dance anyways? She wondered if she should go humor someone and ask Gandalf for a twirl.
The sporadic 'orchestra' started to play a perky waltz, and Ella Proudfoot started singing. Not bad, thought Sopha. Ella Proudfoot was known throughout the Shire as an 'okay' singer. Now if only one could understand what she was singing.
Sopha felt someone sitting down beside her. She looked- it was Frodo. Her face reddened, and she craned her neck around to see if Rosie was watching.
"You don't look like you're dancing," He said. "Enjoying yourself?"
"Yes, yes, just fine," She said. {Act cute, act cute, act cute...} She was all the while repeating in her mind.
"Well, can I have a dance, then?" Frodo asked.
"Please!" She exclaimed suddenly, taking poor Frodo's hand at once, and practically pulling him towards the place where the others were dancing.
All the while, Rosie and Samwise had been dancing. It looked as if Rosie's grin couldn't get wider at what she'd just caught, and it also looked like poor Sam was about to have a heart attack. He was practically wheezing.
Ella Proudfoot was starting to go flat. Bilbo Baggins noticed, and smiled to himself. Gandalf came to sit beside him, with a cup of spicy ale, and the two started chatting about normal, hobbit-esque things. I think their conversation had something to do with the price of potatoes and how Gandalf wanted a new set of robes, his were beginning to fade.
The dance ended, and Sopha, slightly out of breath, got herself a piece of birthday cake and sat down next to Rosie. There was a moment of silence, and then suddenly they both started chattering.
Then all the sudden, there was a very loud "BOOM!" as one of the tents popped off into the sky. A lot of hobbits started screaming and running, but Sopha just laughed. Rosie gave her a 'You're-insane-and-if-you-value-your-life,-you'd-better-come-and-panic-too" look. Two words solved that one- Merry and Pippin. As a great dragon soared through the air, Rosie and Sopha just kept laughing. It was a firework after all.
The crowd started to cheer. "Speech! Speech!"
Bilbo got up on some barrels and began a speech that would last a half hour. Rosie fell asleep on Sopha's arm. Frodo listened to the speech, but couldn't help but think about poor Sam, because he was about ready to pass out. Ella Proudfoot decided that she would not get another chance to show off her voice that night, and so she went home. That was too bad though- the party was only about to get better.
