Disclaimer: Nope. Don't own Gandy, Frodo, Bilbo or any other hobbits and people in this Fic but myself. As I said before Nat is a real person so I don't own her as well.
A/N:Yo me 'homies' : ).Did you like the first 2 chapters?*everyone nods and Emma slips them £10*GOOD!!!!That's what I want to hear.Let's par-tay!RAY!
Sorry, couldn't make the writing look the accent that billybo (my little nickname for him) was talking in. My bad!!
Yeah I know.Another short chaptor but it doesn't matter does it?Ok maybe it does...oh well!
A special thanks to my proofreader,Madi! Thank you!!!:P
Chapter 3
Parties, Accents and entrancing fireworks.
Emma's POV
As the carriage and the rapping old bloke passed out of sight I raised my eyebrow. "There's something wrong with this picture. Isn't Gandalf supossed to be a wise wizard not a gangsta Rapper?"
"Um... yeah? "Nat shrugged as she looked around at the hobbits carrying on with thier own business. Acting as though we wheren't even there. "Oh well. Least these habits aren't as boring as they look."
"One, it's Hobbits, and two, I hope Gandalf isn't gonna 'burn up da decks with his unique flava' or what ever he said."
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After a few hours of walking over hobbits' gardens and looking closer at their houses we arrived at the party. Who's party was it? Oh well, we'll probably be to pissed to care at the end of this.
Sure enough 'Gand-da-man' was burning up the decks and the little... people where standing around chatting, drinking and staring at the fireworks that where going off in the sky and making pretty patterns. No wonder they seemed to be in trances.
After a good 2 hours of drinking games with the natives we where getting kind of ...woozy. I was slumped in a chair and Nat was dancing around... even though there was no music.
A chubby hobbit stepped onto the table where I was sat and started to shout.
"Hangs oonnn mat-hey...I know you.Yurrrrr Billbooo Bagginssssszzz."Of course he didn't take any notice of me and kept talking in a...farmer accent? Hang on. Isn't Bilbo a well brought up hobbit. Well, I seem to be wrong in most of the things here so I don't care anymore.
"Me dear Bagginses and Boffins, Tooks and Brandybucks, Gubbs, Chubbs, Hornblowerrs, Bolgerrs, Bracegirdles and Proudfoots! Today is my one hundrred and eleventh birthday! Alas, eleventy-one years is much too short a time to live among such excellent and admirable hobbits! I don't know half of you half as well as I should like and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve! I have things to do. I've put this off forrr farr too lonngg. I regrret to announce this is the end! I'm going now. I bid you all a very fond farewell! Goodbye." After this he vanished.Hang on.I didn't know hobbits could vanish into thin air. Must be all this ale inside of me. It's making me forget those important things.
I carried on as normal.Well, as normal as you can get when your in a hobbit town of Hobbiton. Hmmmm...wonder why they called it that? Oh wellllll, I suppose I'll never know.
A/N:Yo me 'homies' : ).Did you like the first 2 chapters?*everyone nods and Emma slips them £10*GOOD!!!!That's what I want to hear.Let's par-tay!RAY!
Sorry, couldn't make the writing look the accent that billybo (my little nickname for him) was talking in. My bad!!
Yeah I know.Another short chaptor but it doesn't matter does it?Ok maybe it does...oh well!
A special thanks to my proofreader,Madi! Thank you!!!:P
Chapter 3
Parties, Accents and entrancing fireworks.
Emma's POV
As the carriage and the rapping old bloke passed out of sight I raised my eyebrow. "There's something wrong with this picture. Isn't Gandalf supossed to be a wise wizard not a gangsta Rapper?"
"Um... yeah? "Nat shrugged as she looked around at the hobbits carrying on with thier own business. Acting as though we wheren't even there. "Oh well. Least these habits aren't as boring as they look."
"One, it's Hobbits, and two, I hope Gandalf isn't gonna 'burn up da decks with his unique flava' or what ever he said."
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After a few hours of walking over hobbits' gardens and looking closer at their houses we arrived at the party. Who's party was it? Oh well, we'll probably be to pissed to care at the end of this.
Sure enough 'Gand-da-man' was burning up the decks and the little... people where standing around chatting, drinking and staring at the fireworks that where going off in the sky and making pretty patterns. No wonder they seemed to be in trances.
After a good 2 hours of drinking games with the natives we where getting kind of ...woozy. I was slumped in a chair and Nat was dancing around... even though there was no music.
A chubby hobbit stepped onto the table where I was sat and started to shout.
"Hangs oonnn mat-hey...I know you.Yurrrrr Billbooo Bagginssssszzz."Of course he didn't take any notice of me and kept talking in a...farmer accent? Hang on. Isn't Bilbo a well brought up hobbit. Well, I seem to be wrong in most of the things here so I don't care anymore.
"Me dear Bagginses and Boffins, Tooks and Brandybucks, Gubbs, Chubbs, Hornblowerrs, Bolgerrs, Bracegirdles and Proudfoots! Today is my one hundrred and eleventh birthday! Alas, eleventy-one years is much too short a time to live among such excellent and admirable hobbits! I don't know half of you half as well as I should like and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve! I have things to do. I've put this off forrr farr too lonngg. I regrret to announce this is the end! I'm going now. I bid you all a very fond farewell! Goodbye." After this he vanished.Hang on.I didn't know hobbits could vanish into thin air. Must be all this ale inside of me. It's making me forget those important things.
I carried on as normal.Well, as normal as you can get when your in a hobbit town of Hobbiton. Hmmmm...wonder why they called it that? Oh wellllll, I suppose I'll never know.
