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A long, long time ago, In Middle-Earth, there was a lovely green place called the Shire. The Shire belonged to some peculiar creatures that were even more peculiar looking. They were only 3'6, had large furry feet and shoulder length curly hair. These creatures were Hobbits.
They lived in small houses called hobbit holes and enjoyed the simple things in life such as; smoking pipes, eating, reading and didn't really go on adventures. They preferred to sit at home in front of a fire blowing smoke rings and telling tales. But, in exception of this rule, there once was a hobbit named Bilbo Baggins. He had an adventure quite some time ago and got in an encounter with a dragon. Shortly after wards, his cousin, Belladonna Took and her husband drowned, leaving their small son Frodo homeless. Bilbo, thinking it would be unkind to turn him away, took him in and raised him. After hearing Bilbo's Adventure stories non-stop, he decided he wanted an adventure as well. On Bilbo's birthday though, Frodo got an adventure indeed! He got more than he bargained for. Bilbo possessed a magic ring, in fact it was the magic ring created by the Dark lord Sauron ages ago, but Sauron was destroyed, but his spirit endured and the ring remained.
Frodo was sent on the journey to destroy the ring in the cracks of Doom, where it was made, Mordor.
20 years later though, Frodo was still alive and well. It was his 51st birthday and this story takes place with Frodo sitting in a tree reading his cousin's book; "There and Back Again: A hobbit's tale." Frodo looked up from his book as the sound of hooves and rusty wheels approached. Gandalf, Frodo's good friend, was drawing nearer. Frodo Jumped up and ran to the side of the road where Gandalf slowly approached and finally came to a halt.
"You're late! But perhaps not the first time!" Frodo exclaimed with a sly grin.
"Just as I have said before Frodo Baggins,' Gandalf said with a deep gloomy voice,' A wizard is never late. Nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means too."
Frodo, un able to keep a straight face, flings himself into Gandalf's for a hug.
"It's excellent to see you again Gandalf!" Frodo laughed.
"So it is for you dear boy. So big 51 today I suppose?" Gandalf questioned.
"Yes. Yes it is."
"So...get out there and let me take a good look at you!" Gandalf commanded waving one of his big hands to indicate where to go. Frodo jumped out of the cart and fell onto the grass underneath and scrambled up onto his fluffy feet. Frodo stepped away a bit so Gandalf could see all of his short body. Gandalf observed Frodo closely and examined him from the top of his brown coated head down to his large hairy feet. Frodo had dark brown hair that cascaded his shoulders, it curled up at the end, and he sported breeches of green and a yellow shirt. He wore no shoes as it was painful for a Hobbit to wear shoes and they had thick, strong skin on the soles of their feet. As Frodo clambered back into the cart, Shadowfax, Gandalf's horse, started to trot slowly along the narrow path that led to Hobbington where Frodo lived.
"You've grown young Frodo." Gandalf said in his gloomy manner.
"You really think?" Frodo replied with raised eyebrows, and started tugging at his shirt to get a better look at himself. Gandalf watched him with an amused expression as a smile crept across his face. Frodo stopped the tugging and looked up with a grin on his face.
"What's so funny?!" Frodo demanded.
"Nothing...nothing...Ah! look Frodo! your cousins Misters Peregrin and Meriadoc are here." Gandalf said his smile fading from his face.
"Hello Frodo!' Pippin greeted, eyeing Gandalf with narrowed eyes "Hello Gandalf." he said at last.
"Hi Merry! Hi Pip!" Frodo returned the greeting. Something flashed at Pippin's neck. Frodo leaned sideways to get a better look. Pippin spotted him and shifted his shirt so you couldn't see the necklace.
"Frodo,' Merry began in a voice much unlike his own, "would you like to come with us? There is this thing that you might like to see."
"I don't know, let me check with Gandalf." He looked at Gandalf with question marks in his eyes. Gandalf nodded and sent Frodo hurtling out of the cart to join his cousins. Gandalf urged his horse along and started singing merrily as he made his way down the lane to Frodo's cousin's Bilbo's house. Frodo shaded his eyes and watched Gandalf edge along the road.
"Hey! Frodo! You coming!" Merry shouted. Frodo started towards Merry and Pippin who were at the start of a very dusty road with thickets of trees on either side.
"Yeah! I'm coming!" He replied. he kept on walking but when he got to the edge of the road he looked back and watched Gandalf ride away, now just a speck on the horizon.
A long, long time ago, In Middle-Earth, there was a lovely green place called the Shire. The Shire belonged to some peculiar creatures that were even more peculiar looking. They were only 3'6, had large furry feet and shoulder length curly hair. These creatures were Hobbits.
They lived in small houses called hobbit holes and enjoyed the simple things in life such as; smoking pipes, eating, reading and didn't really go on adventures. They preferred to sit at home in front of a fire blowing smoke rings and telling tales. But, in exception of this rule, there once was a hobbit named Bilbo Baggins. He had an adventure quite some time ago and got in an encounter with a dragon. Shortly after wards, his cousin, Belladonna Took and her husband drowned, leaving their small son Frodo homeless. Bilbo, thinking it would be unkind to turn him away, took him in and raised him. After hearing Bilbo's Adventure stories non-stop, he decided he wanted an adventure as well. On Bilbo's birthday though, Frodo got an adventure indeed! He got more than he bargained for. Bilbo possessed a magic ring, in fact it was the magic ring created by the Dark lord Sauron ages ago, but Sauron was destroyed, but his spirit endured and the ring remained.
Frodo was sent on the journey to destroy the ring in the cracks of Doom, where it was made, Mordor.
20 years later though, Frodo was still alive and well. It was his 51st birthday and this story takes place with Frodo sitting in a tree reading his cousin's book; "There and Back Again: A hobbit's tale." Frodo looked up from his book as the sound of hooves and rusty wheels approached. Gandalf, Frodo's good friend, was drawing nearer. Frodo Jumped up and ran to the side of the road where Gandalf slowly approached and finally came to a halt.
"You're late! But perhaps not the first time!" Frodo exclaimed with a sly grin.
"Just as I have said before Frodo Baggins,' Gandalf said with a deep gloomy voice,' A wizard is never late. Nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means too."
Frodo, un able to keep a straight face, flings himself into Gandalf's for a hug.
"It's excellent to see you again Gandalf!" Frodo laughed.
"So it is for you dear boy. So big 51 today I suppose?" Gandalf questioned.
"Yes. Yes it is."
"So...get out there and let me take a good look at you!" Gandalf commanded waving one of his big hands to indicate where to go. Frodo jumped out of the cart and fell onto the grass underneath and scrambled up onto his fluffy feet. Frodo stepped away a bit so Gandalf could see all of his short body. Gandalf observed Frodo closely and examined him from the top of his brown coated head down to his large hairy feet. Frodo had dark brown hair that cascaded his shoulders, it curled up at the end, and he sported breeches of green and a yellow shirt. He wore no shoes as it was painful for a Hobbit to wear shoes and they had thick, strong skin on the soles of their feet. As Frodo clambered back into the cart, Shadowfax, Gandalf's horse, started to trot slowly along the narrow path that led to Hobbington where Frodo lived.
"You've grown young Frodo." Gandalf said in his gloomy manner.
"You really think?" Frodo replied with raised eyebrows, and started tugging at his shirt to get a better look at himself. Gandalf watched him with an amused expression as a smile crept across his face. Frodo stopped the tugging and looked up with a grin on his face.
"What's so funny?!" Frodo demanded.
"Nothing...nothing...Ah! look Frodo! your cousins Misters Peregrin and Meriadoc are here." Gandalf said his smile fading from his face.
"Hello Frodo!' Pippin greeted, eyeing Gandalf with narrowed eyes "Hello Gandalf." he said at last.
"Hi Merry! Hi Pip!" Frodo returned the greeting. Something flashed at Pippin's neck. Frodo leaned sideways to get a better look. Pippin spotted him and shifted his shirt so you couldn't see the necklace.
"Frodo,' Merry began in a voice much unlike his own, "would you like to come with us? There is this thing that you might like to see."
"I don't know, let me check with Gandalf." He looked at Gandalf with question marks in his eyes. Gandalf nodded and sent Frodo hurtling out of the cart to join his cousins. Gandalf urged his horse along and started singing merrily as he made his way down the lane to Frodo's cousin's Bilbo's house. Frodo shaded his eyes and watched Gandalf edge along the road.
"Hey! Frodo! You coming!" Merry shouted. Frodo started towards Merry and Pippin who were at the start of a very dusty road with thickets of trees on either side.
"Yeah! I'm coming!" He replied. he kept on walking but when he got to the edge of the road he looked back and watched Gandalf ride away, now just a speck on the horizon.