Disclaimer: Everyone knows I didn't write TLOTR (I'm not that much of a
genius) or any of the chararacters in it
Mia shivered, chilled to the bone, shaking in her drenched cloak, and looking remarkably like a drowned water rat, was standing outside of a short, surprisingly thick wooden doorway, drawing her courage together, she raised her fist and pounded on the door, quite startling the hobbits within.
After traveling for over a fortnight to reach the shire, Mia was tired and lonely, for she had paused to rest only when she was at the point of exhaustion where she would trip over every miniscule stone or twig lying in her path. She had met no one on her journey, not even a stray orc wandering through the forests, and was at the point where she was almost willing to talk to herself, for she had never been longer away from her family then a day.
"Yes? Hello? Who's calling at this hour? We've just sat down for supper," a high pitched voice shrilled at her from the other side of the door as Primula Brandybuck hurried to see who it was pounding on their door.
Mia gaped in astonishment when the door opened fully to reveal Primula. 'She's only a few feet tall! Almost half the size of Fimbrethil, and he is short for an elf! These must be the legendary, or not so legendary, halflings I read of in the volumes mother keeps in the storage room!' thoughts ran wildly through Mia's head as she looked in bewilderment down on Primula.
"Well now! An elf. Imagine that. We haven't seen one of you for ages! Come in, come in, you must be hungry after such a journey, and we have plenty to share."
Mia soon found herself being hustled in, being careful of her head (after the first time she hit it on the ceiling) as she walked, still in shock of the woman walking in front of her. 'How does she talk so much? And so unsuspicious too! Truly, hobbits are an all together different race from men and elves!'
"Drogo! We have company! Set another place at the table while I get a room in which our guest may pass the night."
"Thank you very much for your hospitality," Mia suddenly remembered her manners, "If there is a place in which I may set my bow down and change into dry clothing, I will be in your debt."
"Oh you poor dear, your soaked. OF course, go change in Frodo's room. He's such a beautiful babe, and only three weeks old! Such a sweet, sweet child…." Here Primula's voice trailed off as she thought of Frodo, "Oh yes, its down the hall, the first door to the left!" she said suddenly, breaking through her trance.
Mia thanked the hobbit again, and walked towards Frodo's bedchamber. 'What will he be like? The child that I must risk my life to protect, am sworn to guard, the child that will be the savior of Middle-Earth,' Mia pondered, her heart racing at the thought of seeing Frodo for the first time.
When she opened the door quietly, and gazed upon the tiny Frodo, she was disappointed, for he looked no different from any other child, and was sleeping quietly in a crib made of polished willow.
After drying off, and changing into the one dress she had had the foresight to bring, an emerald green, bringing out the color of her eyes, Mia went to join Primula and Drogo for supper.
They were polite and gentle, and when they discovered Mia needed a place to stay, they offered her a room, and the job of watching over Frodo while they were both out working.
It was in this quiet hobbit hole that Mia would spend the next 33 years.
Mia shivered, chilled to the bone, shaking in her drenched cloak, and looking remarkably like a drowned water rat, was standing outside of a short, surprisingly thick wooden doorway, drawing her courage together, she raised her fist and pounded on the door, quite startling the hobbits within.
After traveling for over a fortnight to reach the shire, Mia was tired and lonely, for she had paused to rest only when she was at the point of exhaustion where she would trip over every miniscule stone or twig lying in her path. She had met no one on her journey, not even a stray orc wandering through the forests, and was at the point where she was almost willing to talk to herself, for she had never been longer away from her family then a day.
"Yes? Hello? Who's calling at this hour? We've just sat down for supper," a high pitched voice shrilled at her from the other side of the door as Primula Brandybuck hurried to see who it was pounding on their door.
Mia gaped in astonishment when the door opened fully to reveal Primula. 'She's only a few feet tall! Almost half the size of Fimbrethil, and he is short for an elf! These must be the legendary, or not so legendary, halflings I read of in the volumes mother keeps in the storage room!' thoughts ran wildly through Mia's head as she looked in bewilderment down on Primula.
"Well now! An elf. Imagine that. We haven't seen one of you for ages! Come in, come in, you must be hungry after such a journey, and we have plenty to share."
Mia soon found herself being hustled in, being careful of her head (after the first time she hit it on the ceiling) as she walked, still in shock of the woman walking in front of her. 'How does she talk so much? And so unsuspicious too! Truly, hobbits are an all together different race from men and elves!'
"Drogo! We have company! Set another place at the table while I get a room in which our guest may pass the night."
"Thank you very much for your hospitality," Mia suddenly remembered her manners, "If there is a place in which I may set my bow down and change into dry clothing, I will be in your debt."
"Oh you poor dear, your soaked. OF course, go change in Frodo's room. He's such a beautiful babe, and only three weeks old! Such a sweet, sweet child…." Here Primula's voice trailed off as she thought of Frodo, "Oh yes, its down the hall, the first door to the left!" she said suddenly, breaking through her trance.
Mia thanked the hobbit again, and walked towards Frodo's bedchamber. 'What will he be like? The child that I must risk my life to protect, am sworn to guard, the child that will be the savior of Middle-Earth,' Mia pondered, her heart racing at the thought of seeing Frodo for the first time.
When she opened the door quietly, and gazed upon the tiny Frodo, she was disappointed, for he looked no different from any other child, and was sleeping quietly in a crib made of polished willow.
After drying off, and changing into the one dress she had had the foresight to bring, an emerald green, bringing out the color of her eyes, Mia went to join Primula and Drogo for supper.
They were polite and gentle, and when they discovered Mia needed a place to stay, they offered her a room, and the job of watching over Frodo while they were both out working.
It was in this quiet hobbit hole that Mia would spend the next 33 years.