A Life worth Living: The Story of Frodo Baggins
Disclaimer: All Characters and Places belong to most wonderful J.R.R Tolkien, unless specified by me. Please R/R and don't flame me because I will only laugh at you.
Note on the Ages I have my own thinking on the ages of Hobbits, Divide them by 2, so if a hobbits 32 in Human years he is 16. Also when Hobbits get older I add 30 on to there age ex: 90 divided by 2 = 45 +30= 75, This starts at the age of 70 for most Hobbits. Also I have decided to make Frodo Born a little Later so that he was younger when his parents died. Instead of Frodo being born 1368 (hobbit years) he was born 1374. That would make him about 6 when his parents died, instead of 12.
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Frodo woke bleary-eyed to the new morning. Though instead of his mother pulling back the curtains, his room was dark.
He sat up and yawned. Climbing out of bed, he grabbed his teddy bear and headed for the sitting room.
"Mama?" He called out, No answer "Papa? Mama?" He looked around and sniffled. "Are we playing a game?"
He ran behind his father's chair. No one. He ran and looked behind the chesterfield. Still no one. He was beginning to dislike the game very much so, and had all together given up, when he heard someone opening the door.
"Mama!" He raced to the door but the hobbit standing there was not his mother, nor was it his father either.
"Hullo Frodo my boy" said the figure standing in the doorway.
"Hewo Uncle Sarrydoc" said Frodo quietly, his hands crossed behind his back. "Do you know where my Mama and Papa are?"
Saradoc's smile became grave and he took his nephew by the hand, "Come here Frodo, I have something to tell you.."
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Frodo held tight the hand of his Aunt and Uncle as they slowly approached the graves of Drogo and Primula.
"Here Frodo, go put these on your mama and papa's grave." Said Esmeralda handing Frodo a bouquet of flowers.
Frodo clasped the flowers in his small hand as if his life depended on them. Then slowly he made his way toward the gravestone and the two mounds that sat in front of it, where his mother and father lay. Tears spilled down his cheeks as he lay half of the flowers on his mothers mound and the other half on his father's mound.
He wiped his eyes on his jacket sleeve, but the tears kept pouring down his face. Finally Saradoc picked up the young hobbit and brought him back to Brandy Hall where his was to live now.
Disclaimer: All Characters and Places belong to most wonderful J.R.R Tolkien, unless specified by me. Please R/R and don't flame me because I will only laugh at you.
Note on the Ages I have my own thinking on the ages of Hobbits, Divide them by 2, so if a hobbits 32 in Human years he is 16. Also when Hobbits get older I add 30 on to there age ex: 90 divided by 2 = 45 +30= 75, This starts at the age of 70 for most Hobbits. Also I have decided to make Frodo Born a little Later so that he was younger when his parents died. Instead of Frodo being born 1368 (hobbit years) he was born 1374. That would make him about 6 when his parents died, instead of 12.
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Frodo woke bleary-eyed to the new morning. Though instead of his mother pulling back the curtains, his room was dark.
He sat up and yawned. Climbing out of bed, he grabbed his teddy bear and headed for the sitting room.
"Mama?" He called out, No answer "Papa? Mama?" He looked around and sniffled. "Are we playing a game?"
He ran behind his father's chair. No one. He ran and looked behind the chesterfield. Still no one. He was beginning to dislike the game very much so, and had all together given up, when he heard someone opening the door.
"Mama!" He raced to the door but the hobbit standing there was not his mother, nor was it his father either.
"Hullo Frodo my boy" said the figure standing in the doorway.
"Hewo Uncle Sarrydoc" said Frodo quietly, his hands crossed behind his back. "Do you know where my Mama and Papa are?"
Saradoc's smile became grave and he took his nephew by the hand, "Come here Frodo, I have something to tell you.."
*******
Frodo held tight the hand of his Aunt and Uncle as they slowly approached the graves of Drogo and Primula.
"Here Frodo, go put these on your mama and papa's grave." Said Esmeralda handing Frodo a bouquet of flowers.
Frodo clasped the flowers in his small hand as if his life depended on them. Then slowly he made his way toward the gravestone and the two mounds that sat in front of it, where his mother and father lay. Tears spilled down his cheeks as he lay half of the flowers on his mothers mound and the other half on his father's mound.
He wiped his eyes on his jacket sleeve, but the tears kept pouring down his face. Finally Saradoc picked up the young hobbit and brought him back to Brandy Hall where his was to live now.