1.1.1 Chapter 1
After I left Dale with Gandalf, I remember passing the Misty Mountains again. Then we went past Bree. I had not done so for five years. It wasn't till we were crossing the Brandywine Bridge that I finally asked him where we were going.
"To Hobbiton, in the Shire." He said. " I have a friend named Bilbo Baggins. He and his nephew Frodo share a birthday, and so we are going to visit them."
"Who exactly lives in the Shire?" I asked. " I have heard of the Shire before, but I have never been there." Gandalf seemed ultimately stunned by this.
" The people there are like you." Gandalf replied. " Well, in that they are short, have curly hair, and hairy feet. However, they eat six meals a day, and on their birthdays, they give presents instead of receive them."
" That is different." I said. " I have never had six meals a day, and I have never had anything that I would give away. But, I am excited that I will finally get to meet some others like me."
" Good. " Gandalf said a little more cheerfully. " I think you and Frodo may get along well. He is an orphan too. His mother and father drowned about five years ago. He was only twelve."
" He's lucky though," I said wearily. " At least he knew his mother. Mine died when I was a baby. Almost right after I was born."
" You need to cheer up. " Gandalf told me. "We will be there tomorrow."
I tried to be happier. But, I couldn't do a very good job. I tried to use the staff that Gandalf had given me to make me happier, but instead, I fired off one of his fireworks. Gandalf gave me an angry look, or at least that is what I thought was his angry look. It turned out to be his 'mildly annoyed' look.
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When we finally arrived in Hobbiton, everyone seemed to know who he was. When we got to the residential part of Hobbiton, I saw that their homes were Holes in the sides of hills! This was all very new to me. There were people that were like me all around! I wished I had gone there a long time ago!
We stopped in front of one of these homes. I jumped out of the wagon. On my left was a burrow, and on my right was a field of green grass. Then out of the door to the burrow, another person like me came out. He had light brown, and very curly, short Hair. He looked fairly old.
"Gandalf!" He cried. "Good to see you again!"
"Hello Bilbo!" Gandalf said cheerfully. "Good to see you again, too"
"Who's this young Hobbit?" Bilbo asked." I've never seen her before."
"That is because this is my first time to enter the Shire." I replied sternly.
"This is my apprentice, Bilbo." Gandalf told him. " Her name is Xandra, and I fear that she is not too friendly."
"Only to those whom I don't know, Master Gandalf." I said.
"Indeed." Bilbo Said. "She needs to meet Frodo. Frodo, come outside and meet Gandalf's apprentice, Xandra!"
Then another Hobbit came out of the still open door. He had short, dark brown, curly hair, and blue eyes.
"Hello, my name is Frodo." He said. "Your name is Xandra?"
"Yes." I said somewhat coldly. "Is there a problem with that?"
"No." Frodo replied. " I think it is a different name, but an interesting one for a hobbit."
"Why don't you go play in the field down there," Bilbo said. "And let Gandalf and I talk?"
"Okay." Frodo said.
"Alright." I said.
I think that at first I scared Frodo when I started to pull out my bow and arrows. He asked me what I was doing. I told him that I was getting something to play with. Gandalf and Bilbo had gone inside and didn't hear that part of the conversation. I think that if Gandalf had heard me he would have been very cross with me.
Frodo told me that we shouldn't play with bows and arrows, because it was too dangerous. I knew this, but didn't act it. I decided to act stupid, I guess. We went down to the field, but all we did was talk.
"How come I've never seen you here before?" He asked.
" Because I was born in Bree." I replied.
"Well, how would that affect whether or not you came to the Shire?" Frodo continued.
We went on for a while, asking questions about each other. We started becoming friends. I asked him how old he was today.
" Seventeen." He replied. " and in sixteen years, I'll reach my coming of age. If only my parent's would be around then…"
He looked down at the ground.
"I don't know what 'coming of age' is," I said. " But I wish that my parents were alive to see me."
" You're an orphan, too?" Frodo asked sounding surprised.
"Yes." I replied. " My mother died shortly after I was born, and my father was killed by orcs while we were on our way to the Halls of the Wood Elves."
"When did he die?" Frodo asked me.
"1380." I replied. " What do you do for birthdays?" I asked trying to change the subject.
"It's okay if you don't want to talk about it, Xandra." He said understanding me. " But, my parents died in 1380 as well as your father… We should probably go back to Bag End."
"Bag End?" I asked I confusion.
"That is what our home is called." Frodo replied.
So we went back to Bag End. There was a party, but not as extravagant as the one to come. Gandalf and I had to leave the next morning. Frodo and I had become friends. I was sad that I wouldn't' t be able to talk to him after I left with Gandalf to seriously begin my apprenticeship and my magic. But Gandalf told us that I would come back with him as often as possible.
So that is how I met Frodo. I didn't ever suspect how our paths would meet.
After I left Dale with Gandalf, I remember passing the Misty Mountains again. Then we went past Bree. I had not done so for five years. It wasn't till we were crossing the Brandywine Bridge that I finally asked him where we were going.
"To Hobbiton, in the Shire." He said. " I have a friend named Bilbo Baggins. He and his nephew Frodo share a birthday, and so we are going to visit them."
"Who exactly lives in the Shire?" I asked. " I have heard of the Shire before, but I have never been there." Gandalf seemed ultimately stunned by this.
" The people there are like you." Gandalf replied. " Well, in that they are short, have curly hair, and hairy feet. However, they eat six meals a day, and on their birthdays, they give presents instead of receive them."
" That is different." I said. " I have never had six meals a day, and I have never had anything that I would give away. But, I am excited that I will finally get to meet some others like me."
" Good. " Gandalf said a little more cheerfully. " I think you and Frodo may get along well. He is an orphan too. His mother and father drowned about five years ago. He was only twelve."
" He's lucky though," I said wearily. " At least he knew his mother. Mine died when I was a baby. Almost right after I was born."
" You need to cheer up. " Gandalf told me. "We will be there tomorrow."
I tried to be happier. But, I couldn't do a very good job. I tried to use the staff that Gandalf had given me to make me happier, but instead, I fired off one of his fireworks. Gandalf gave me an angry look, or at least that is what I thought was his angry look. It turned out to be his 'mildly annoyed' look.
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When we finally arrived in Hobbiton, everyone seemed to know who he was. When we got to the residential part of Hobbiton, I saw that their homes were Holes in the sides of hills! This was all very new to me. There were people that were like me all around! I wished I had gone there a long time ago!
We stopped in front of one of these homes. I jumped out of the wagon. On my left was a burrow, and on my right was a field of green grass. Then out of the door to the burrow, another person like me came out. He had light brown, and very curly, short Hair. He looked fairly old.
"Gandalf!" He cried. "Good to see you again!"
"Hello Bilbo!" Gandalf said cheerfully. "Good to see you again, too"
"Who's this young Hobbit?" Bilbo asked." I've never seen her before."
"That is because this is my first time to enter the Shire." I replied sternly.
"This is my apprentice, Bilbo." Gandalf told him. " Her name is Xandra, and I fear that she is not too friendly."
"Only to those whom I don't know, Master Gandalf." I said.
"Indeed." Bilbo Said. "She needs to meet Frodo. Frodo, come outside and meet Gandalf's apprentice, Xandra!"
Then another Hobbit came out of the still open door. He had short, dark brown, curly hair, and blue eyes.
"Hello, my name is Frodo." He said. "Your name is Xandra?"
"Yes." I said somewhat coldly. "Is there a problem with that?"
"No." Frodo replied. " I think it is a different name, but an interesting one for a hobbit."
"Why don't you go play in the field down there," Bilbo said. "And let Gandalf and I talk?"
"Okay." Frodo said.
"Alright." I said.
I think that at first I scared Frodo when I started to pull out my bow and arrows. He asked me what I was doing. I told him that I was getting something to play with. Gandalf and Bilbo had gone inside and didn't hear that part of the conversation. I think that if Gandalf had heard me he would have been very cross with me.
Frodo told me that we shouldn't play with bows and arrows, because it was too dangerous. I knew this, but didn't act it. I decided to act stupid, I guess. We went down to the field, but all we did was talk.
"How come I've never seen you here before?" He asked.
" Because I was born in Bree." I replied.
"Well, how would that affect whether or not you came to the Shire?" Frodo continued.
We went on for a while, asking questions about each other. We started becoming friends. I asked him how old he was today.
" Seventeen." He replied. " and in sixteen years, I'll reach my coming of age. If only my parent's would be around then…"
He looked down at the ground.
"I don't know what 'coming of age' is," I said. " But I wish that my parents were alive to see me."
" You're an orphan, too?" Frodo asked sounding surprised.
"Yes." I replied. " My mother died shortly after I was born, and my father was killed by orcs while we were on our way to the Halls of the Wood Elves."
"When did he die?" Frodo asked me.
"1380." I replied. " What do you do for birthdays?" I asked trying to change the subject.
"It's okay if you don't want to talk about it, Xandra." He said understanding me. " But, my parents died in 1380 as well as your father… We should probably go back to Bag End."
"Bag End?" I asked I confusion.
"That is what our home is called." Frodo replied.
So we went back to Bag End. There was a party, but not as extravagant as the one to come. Gandalf and I had to leave the next morning. Frodo and I had become friends. I was sad that I wouldn't' t be able to talk to him after I left with Gandalf to seriously begin my apprenticeship and my magic. But Gandalf told us that I would come back with him as often as possible.
So that is how I met Frodo. I didn't ever suspect how our paths would meet.