Disclaimer: I DON"T OWN LORD OF THE RINGS!!! OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS IN IT
(although I wish I owned legolas….)
33 Years Later
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Mia had the same appearance as she had 33 years ago, when she had first arrived at the burrow of Primula and Drogo. After their unfortunate deaths several years ago, Frodo had moved to stay with his uncle Bilbo at Bag End in Hobbiton, Mia had soon inhabited a small grove of pine trees nearby, for although she was Frodo's dearest friend, she had kept her promise, and not revealed herself to any inquisitive hobbits, including Bilbo.
Mia was presently sitting with Frodo talking of his upcoming 33 birthday, his coming of age, which he would share with Bilbo, who was celebrating his eleventy-first birthday on the same date.
"Are you excited? Thirty three is a special age, after tomorrow you will no longer be see as a child!"
"Of course I am!" Frodo exclaimed joyously, "After watching Bilbo order everything it would be impossible not to be! This will be the biggest party the Shire's ever seen! Even Gandalf is coming!"
Mia grinned at the hobbits enthusiasm, his whole face was lit up, and he was bouncing around like a rubber ball, unable to hold still.
"You will come won't you?" Frodo asked worried, for Mia had forbidden him from telling anyone of her presence, although she had given him no reason for it, "You are never able to come! And this is so important!" he pleaded, already knowing the outcome.
Mia felt her face fall, for although she wanted desperately to be there, she knew she must remain hidden. If she was ever revealed, she would be forced to leave the shire, and as she had already saved Frodo's life twice, she knew that that would be a disaster.
"I'm sorry Frodo," she finally replied, with tears in her eyes, "but I will be nearby and watch the celebrations. And this is for you, an early birthday present if you will," she stuttered as she handed him a small package.
Mia watched as Frodo opened the parcel, 'What if he doesn't like it? If it isn't good enough?' doubts running wildly through her head, but soon vanished at Frodo's expression of glee when the package was finally undone and he looked at the small object that lay in his hands.
"A pipe! My very own pipe! And with carvings on it that could rival the ones on the pipe Bilbo stole from the dragon on his adventure!"
Engraved upon the pipe were scenes from Frodo's life: being chased across the fields for stealing a carrot, boating on the river, a young hobbit (Frodo) eating breakfast, and on the stem, his name was carved deeply, and polished lovingly until the wood glowed a deep, rich brown.
Mia was surprised when Frodo threw himself onto her, crying "Thank You! Thank You!" repetitively; that she stepped backwards and almost fell flat as she tripped over the log that lay behind her.
Hesitantly, she wrapped her arms around Frodo, and hugged him back, laughing at his delight.
* * *
Mia sat perched on a tall tree overlooking The Party, her feet swinging from side to side as she sat, happily watching as the old man with a long gray beard and robes, that Frodo called Gandalf, set of fire-works. She had never seen such strange contraptions before, and loved them deeply; great explosions of pink and blue brightened the sky, hundreds of little tiny lights. Of course, her favorite was a fire work of a large, red dragon swooping down on the tables, all the hobbits ducked, cowering under the tables, while Mia laughed as she saw the dragon swoop high into the sky and burst with a loud bang into a shower of multicolored lights.
'Oh how I wish I could drop out of my hiding place, and join in the celebrations,' Mia thought wistfully as she watched Frodo and his best friend Sam dancing with a pair of young hobbit ladies. 'What would it be like to dance with someone? Have them hold you in their arms? For that is something I man never know, for my destiny forces me to stay aloof, and I fear that once Frodo sets off on his quest, I will not go back to my family, for I fear it is on that quest that my life will end.'
"Speech! Speech!" The hobbits spread beneath her tree called loudly and raucously for Bilbo to give a speech. 'his should be amusing,' thought Mia as she settled down to listen to what Bilbo had to say.
"I shall not keep you long! I am immensely fond of you all, and eleventy- one years is too short a time to live among such excellent and admirable hobbits. I don't know half of you as well as I should like; and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve." Mia chuckled at this, noticing the puzzlement of the other hobbits, not knowing whether to take that as a compliment or an insult. "It is my birthday, or should I say, OUR birthday, for it is also the birthday of my heir and nephew, Frodo, who comes of age and into his inheritance today. I regret to announce that – this is the end. I am leaving NOW. GOODBYE!" And as Mia leaned forward in surprise, she caught a glimpse of gold with her far-seeing elvish eyes, before Bilbo disappeared. Worried, and an little puzzled, Mia slipped out of the tree and ran silently to Bag End, for she knew that Bilbo would surely go there first. Hiding stealthily outside of an open window, Mia waited. It wasn't long before her intuition proved to be right; Bilbo appeared, with the wizard Gandalf close on his heels.
Even with the acute hearing of elves, Mia was unable to hear everything, but caught the basic gist of the conversation. Bilbo had a ring of some power, which seemed to slowly be corrupting his mind; he talked of going on a journey, leaving the house to Frodo along with all of his possessions. For some reason Mia could not at the time comprehend, Gandalf seemed passionate about his desire for the ring to remain with Frodo. It was at this point that the voices got to low for Mia to comprehend, and so, when Mia saw Bilbo leave out the front door-minus the ring- she withdrew, worried, for she knew the ring was far more powerful than even Gandalf guessed. And so she doubled her vigilance as she waited for something to happen, practicing continuously with her bow, daggers and a short sword. Preparing for everything and anything.
And so the years passed, and it was near Frodo's 50th birthday that Mia saw Gandalf gallop in, and expression of fear written plainly across his face
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33 Years Later
* * *
Mia had the same appearance as she had 33 years ago, when she had first arrived at the burrow of Primula and Drogo. After their unfortunate deaths several years ago, Frodo had moved to stay with his uncle Bilbo at Bag End in Hobbiton, Mia had soon inhabited a small grove of pine trees nearby, for although she was Frodo's dearest friend, she had kept her promise, and not revealed herself to any inquisitive hobbits, including Bilbo.
Mia was presently sitting with Frodo talking of his upcoming 33 birthday, his coming of age, which he would share with Bilbo, who was celebrating his eleventy-first birthday on the same date.
"Are you excited? Thirty three is a special age, after tomorrow you will no longer be see as a child!"
"Of course I am!" Frodo exclaimed joyously, "After watching Bilbo order everything it would be impossible not to be! This will be the biggest party the Shire's ever seen! Even Gandalf is coming!"
Mia grinned at the hobbits enthusiasm, his whole face was lit up, and he was bouncing around like a rubber ball, unable to hold still.
"You will come won't you?" Frodo asked worried, for Mia had forbidden him from telling anyone of her presence, although she had given him no reason for it, "You are never able to come! And this is so important!" he pleaded, already knowing the outcome.
Mia felt her face fall, for although she wanted desperately to be there, she knew she must remain hidden. If she was ever revealed, she would be forced to leave the shire, and as she had already saved Frodo's life twice, she knew that that would be a disaster.
"I'm sorry Frodo," she finally replied, with tears in her eyes, "but I will be nearby and watch the celebrations. And this is for you, an early birthday present if you will," she stuttered as she handed him a small package.
Mia watched as Frodo opened the parcel, 'What if he doesn't like it? If it isn't good enough?' doubts running wildly through her head, but soon vanished at Frodo's expression of glee when the package was finally undone and he looked at the small object that lay in his hands.
"A pipe! My very own pipe! And with carvings on it that could rival the ones on the pipe Bilbo stole from the dragon on his adventure!"
Engraved upon the pipe were scenes from Frodo's life: being chased across the fields for stealing a carrot, boating on the river, a young hobbit (Frodo) eating breakfast, and on the stem, his name was carved deeply, and polished lovingly until the wood glowed a deep, rich brown.
Mia was surprised when Frodo threw himself onto her, crying "Thank You! Thank You!" repetitively; that she stepped backwards and almost fell flat as she tripped over the log that lay behind her.
Hesitantly, she wrapped her arms around Frodo, and hugged him back, laughing at his delight.
* * *
Mia sat perched on a tall tree overlooking The Party, her feet swinging from side to side as she sat, happily watching as the old man with a long gray beard and robes, that Frodo called Gandalf, set of fire-works. She had never seen such strange contraptions before, and loved them deeply; great explosions of pink and blue brightened the sky, hundreds of little tiny lights. Of course, her favorite was a fire work of a large, red dragon swooping down on the tables, all the hobbits ducked, cowering under the tables, while Mia laughed as she saw the dragon swoop high into the sky and burst with a loud bang into a shower of multicolored lights.
'Oh how I wish I could drop out of my hiding place, and join in the celebrations,' Mia thought wistfully as she watched Frodo and his best friend Sam dancing with a pair of young hobbit ladies. 'What would it be like to dance with someone? Have them hold you in their arms? For that is something I man never know, for my destiny forces me to stay aloof, and I fear that once Frodo sets off on his quest, I will not go back to my family, for I fear it is on that quest that my life will end.'
"Speech! Speech!" The hobbits spread beneath her tree called loudly and raucously for Bilbo to give a speech. 'his should be amusing,' thought Mia as she settled down to listen to what Bilbo had to say.
"I shall not keep you long! I am immensely fond of you all, and eleventy- one years is too short a time to live among such excellent and admirable hobbits. I don't know half of you as well as I should like; and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve." Mia chuckled at this, noticing the puzzlement of the other hobbits, not knowing whether to take that as a compliment or an insult. "It is my birthday, or should I say, OUR birthday, for it is also the birthday of my heir and nephew, Frodo, who comes of age and into his inheritance today. I regret to announce that – this is the end. I am leaving NOW. GOODBYE!" And as Mia leaned forward in surprise, she caught a glimpse of gold with her far-seeing elvish eyes, before Bilbo disappeared. Worried, and an little puzzled, Mia slipped out of the tree and ran silently to Bag End, for she knew that Bilbo would surely go there first. Hiding stealthily outside of an open window, Mia waited. It wasn't long before her intuition proved to be right; Bilbo appeared, with the wizard Gandalf close on his heels.
Even with the acute hearing of elves, Mia was unable to hear everything, but caught the basic gist of the conversation. Bilbo had a ring of some power, which seemed to slowly be corrupting his mind; he talked of going on a journey, leaving the house to Frodo along with all of his possessions. For some reason Mia could not at the time comprehend, Gandalf seemed passionate about his desire for the ring to remain with Frodo. It was at this point that the voices got to low for Mia to comprehend, and so, when Mia saw Bilbo leave out the front door-minus the ring- she withdrew, worried, for she knew the ring was far more powerful than even Gandalf guessed. And so she doubled her vigilance as she waited for something to happen, practicing continuously with her bow, daggers and a short sword. Preparing for everything and anything.
And so the years passed, and it was near Frodo's 50th birthday that Mia saw Gandalf gallop in, and expression of fear written plainly across his face
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