~*~*~*~ A/N: All right, this is probably the penultimate chapter. (ooh, big word! ^.^) It looks like you guys are leaning toward a happy ending (several reviews and an e-mail), but there's still time to vote, so.. do so! ^.^ Thanks, and enjoy! *~*~*~*~
21 September
Dearest Journal,
Oh, I simply cannot wait for Bilbo's party! Pippin is going to be my date - even if it is just as friends, I am still quite pleased. Oh, Journal, perchance I shall dance with him underneath the stars - wouldn't that be romantic?
I sighed happily, closing my Journal and placing it underneath my mattress. From the kitchen, I could hear my mother preparing luncheon.
"Daffodil!" my father called, and I stood up, straightening my dress.
"Yes, Pa?"
"Would you come out here please?" I crossed the room to my door, opening it. I glanced out into the living room. My mother was just entering from the kitchen, and she stood beside my father, her hands behind her back.
"What is it?" I asked curiously as I approached them, trying to peek around my mother, to see what she was holding.
"I know how important Bilbo's party is to you," started my mother, and I nodded quickly. Ever since yesterday, I had been ranting about it. "So, your father and I decided to get you some things for it."
My eyes widened as my mother brought out her hands. She held a ring, to be placed upon one's head, made of yellow and white flowers, and two new hair ribbons.
"Oh, mummy, thank you!" I exclaimed, wrapping my arms around my mother. She smiled, and patted my head softly.
"What about your old father?" Daddy asked with a smile.
"Thank you, Pa," I said softly, hugging him as well.
"That isn't all, of course," said my mother, in an almost scoffing tone. She nudged my father, and he reached under his chair, pulling up a bundle, wrapped up tightly and tied with a bow. I looked at it in awe as he handed it to me, and then quickly opened it.
"Oh," I whispered, looking down at perhaps the most beautiful dress ever made. It was yellow and white, with lace and silk and ribbons. Oh, it was absolutely perfect.
"Thank you!" I exclaimed, grabbing both my parents in one of the most energetic hugs possible. "I will go try it on right now!"
Mummy and Pa smiled, and Pa nodded, as he took out his pipe. I ran to my bedroom, flinging the door closed behind me.
"Oh, Pippin will not be able to resist me in this!" I exclaimed, a most hopeful grin upon my face, as I quickly slid out of my current, plain dress and into this fantastic one. With a gulp, I turned, glancing into a mirror.
I barely recognized myself. The dress made me seem far more feminine, going almost dangerously low in the front. I smiled softly at my reflection, tilting my head this way and that, turning about and about.
"Are we going to be able to see?" I heard my father call from the living room, and I laughed, swinging my door open and almost running back to them.
"Oh," said Mummy softly, tilting her head. "Who is this beautiful lady?"
I blushed, looking down. "Oh, Mummy, stop being silly, it's me!"
"This cannot possibly be my daughter," joked my father, sitting back. "My daughter is a little girl, and you are a young lady."
"Now," said my mother with a smile, "Tomorrow I will fix your hair for you, and lend you a bit of my make-up. Who is taking you again?"
"Pippin," I replied with a large grin.
"Peregrin is your date?" Mummy's eyes widened. "I thought you were only friends."
"We are," I said with a sigh. But not for long.
~*~*~ A/N: Sorry, that chapter was a little short. The next chapter will be.. The Long Expected Party! *~*~*~
21 September
Dearest Journal,
Oh, I simply cannot wait for Bilbo's party! Pippin is going to be my date - even if it is just as friends, I am still quite pleased. Oh, Journal, perchance I shall dance with him underneath the stars - wouldn't that be romantic?
I sighed happily, closing my Journal and placing it underneath my mattress. From the kitchen, I could hear my mother preparing luncheon.
"Daffodil!" my father called, and I stood up, straightening my dress.
"Yes, Pa?"
"Would you come out here please?" I crossed the room to my door, opening it. I glanced out into the living room. My mother was just entering from the kitchen, and she stood beside my father, her hands behind her back.
"What is it?" I asked curiously as I approached them, trying to peek around my mother, to see what she was holding.
"I know how important Bilbo's party is to you," started my mother, and I nodded quickly. Ever since yesterday, I had been ranting about it. "So, your father and I decided to get you some things for it."
My eyes widened as my mother brought out her hands. She held a ring, to be placed upon one's head, made of yellow and white flowers, and two new hair ribbons.
"Oh, mummy, thank you!" I exclaimed, wrapping my arms around my mother. She smiled, and patted my head softly.
"What about your old father?" Daddy asked with a smile.
"Thank you, Pa," I said softly, hugging him as well.
"That isn't all, of course," said my mother, in an almost scoffing tone. She nudged my father, and he reached under his chair, pulling up a bundle, wrapped up tightly and tied with a bow. I looked at it in awe as he handed it to me, and then quickly opened it.
"Oh," I whispered, looking down at perhaps the most beautiful dress ever made. It was yellow and white, with lace and silk and ribbons. Oh, it was absolutely perfect.
"Thank you!" I exclaimed, grabbing both my parents in one of the most energetic hugs possible. "I will go try it on right now!"
Mummy and Pa smiled, and Pa nodded, as he took out his pipe. I ran to my bedroom, flinging the door closed behind me.
"Oh, Pippin will not be able to resist me in this!" I exclaimed, a most hopeful grin upon my face, as I quickly slid out of my current, plain dress and into this fantastic one. With a gulp, I turned, glancing into a mirror.
I barely recognized myself. The dress made me seem far more feminine, going almost dangerously low in the front. I smiled softly at my reflection, tilting my head this way and that, turning about and about.
"Are we going to be able to see?" I heard my father call from the living room, and I laughed, swinging my door open and almost running back to them.
"Oh," said Mummy softly, tilting her head. "Who is this beautiful lady?"
I blushed, looking down. "Oh, Mummy, stop being silly, it's me!"
"This cannot possibly be my daughter," joked my father, sitting back. "My daughter is a little girl, and you are a young lady."
"Now," said my mother with a smile, "Tomorrow I will fix your hair for you, and lend you a bit of my make-up. Who is taking you again?"
"Pippin," I replied with a large grin.
"Peregrin is your date?" Mummy's eyes widened. "I thought you were only friends."
"We are," I said with a sigh. But not for long.
~*~*~ A/N: Sorry, that chapter was a little short. The next chapter will be.. The Long Expected Party! *~*~*~