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keep going with this fic, and get more chapters up!!! (YAY!)
Ok, I have one point to make, I think that Merry is cousins with Frodo, therefore 'you' or Eira is also cousins with Frodo. That cant be, so I am going to change that bit of information just a bit. Please ignore that info- they are NOT related.
Sorry about that. Anyways, I'm going to start writing now. Please REVIEW!
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The day is beautiful, and bright. As you walk down the aisle, you see a hobbit, dressed in the attire for a wedding. You smile at him, and he smile nervously back, but through your veil, you cannot see who he is. The dress you're wearing is beautiful, a strapless white gown that sweeps to you feet, nothing special, plain, as you like it. Before you know it, a minister is asking you to say your vows, and you do. The hobbit standing next to you does his also, and the butterflies in your stomach go away. You look to the hobbit next to you, and he looks relieved as well. "You may kiss the bride."
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You wake up, sweating. The hobbit in the dream, who was he? Did the dream mean anything? You thought the hobbit was Pippin, but there was something, something with the color of his eyes that didn't make sense. Because you are so tired, you drift back into a dreamless sleep, questions unanswered.
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The next day, you find yourself lying on your back on your comfortable hobbit bed. The ceiling above you is white washed, plain. You sigh to nothing in particular, missing Pippin with every ounce in your body. The wait for him may take months, and since you are impatient, this will never do.
As you think of ways to make the wait shorter, you are struck with an idea, a brilliant idea in your mind. You should go to Rivendell to meet Pippin there! After all, it isn't too far.. You would just need a map.. You jump out of your bed, to your father's study. Old papers are littering the ground, and you are careful to step over the important documents.
Soon, after a bit of searching, you find a map, a well-sized one, the corners were a bit bent, but otherwise in great condition. After just a moment of searching, you find Hobbiton, near the Old Forest, which is pretty easy to identify by this map. By the scale, you determine that Rivendell is about..400 miles?! (A/n; I don't know their system for miles and such)
You don't even know if that's the correct way to go! Frodo, Merry, Pippin, and Sam went through the Old Forest to get there, but you, a hobbit maiden, go there by yourself? Why you haven't even been out of the Shire!
But, as a very determined hobbit, you're not going to give up. In fact you do the opposite. You begin to pack, lightly as you are not very materialistic, and can wash clothes very easily.
After an hour or so of packing, you realize that you could either, a) tell your parents what your planning to do, or b) be childish and leave a note for your parents to find in the morning, when you're at least 20 miles away. Choice b sounds childish, but since your parents would never let you go, it's quickly becomes the only option.
You decide to leave at 11 o'clock, so you can pack some food, and such before you leave. As it is only 5 o'clock, you decide to walk around the Shire again, just to remember everything, in case if you never return.
After yelling to your mom that you'll be back later, (you do that a lot) you walk cautiously outside. After what happened yesterday, you don't want to take any chances. Especially when you're leaving in less than six hours. The Shire is greener than it has ever been, and little hobbit children run and frolic in the fields. You smile as you recognize a little blond hobbit maiden, one that you used to watch after when her mom did her errands. She waves, and you wave in return. You walk you the path leading the top of a hill.
On your way, you pass Bag End, and there, you stop, and look in the round windows. It was quite empty since the Sackville-Bagginses had sold it to Frodo, of course, for a ton of money. Frodo had decided that he wanted to stay in the Shire, for reasons unknown, maybe just because he wanted to stay around Sam. In any case, he had moved into the old Bag End again, but still didn't have enough belongings to fill it.
"G'day Eira," You hear a voice from behind you.
"Why hello Sam. And how might you be today?"
"Well just fine. Rosie and the kids are all doing well, and are all content, as I know I am."
"How many children do you have now?"
"Oh, we have five young, troublesome, youngsters. They're such a handful at times, but we love them any ways. What about you Eira, ever think of leaving home, or getting married?"
Your eyes shift to the ground. "Well, I hope to get married when Pippin returns, if he ever returns, that is. But yes, I want to have kids and be married. It's all that I've eve wanted." You wipe a tear from your eye, before Sam can notice.
"Oh Eira, I didn't mean to make you cry." Sam hugs and pats you on the back. "Frodo seems to be getting quite lonely to. He wanted to get settled, but after the quest, I don't know if he ever will."
A high pitch squeal erupted from the other side of the hill. "Well, I'd best be going. Eira, I hope that one day you do get married, and I'm sure you will, just as soon as Pippin comes back." He looks you straight in the eye. "And don't you worry, he will, I know he will."
You smile gratefully, and wave goodbye to him. Sam was always such a nice guy; Rosie was sure lucky to have him. You wonder to yourself if you will ever have that. The memory of the dream comes back, and for the rest of the evening, you are preoccupied with who the mysterious hobbit in your dream was.
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A/N; REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! hope you liked it!
Ok, I have one point to make, I think that Merry is cousins with Frodo, therefore 'you' or Eira is also cousins with Frodo. That cant be, so I am going to change that bit of information just a bit. Please ignore that info- they are NOT related.
Sorry about that. Anyways, I'm going to start writing now. Please REVIEW!
**
The day is beautiful, and bright. As you walk down the aisle, you see a hobbit, dressed in the attire for a wedding. You smile at him, and he smile nervously back, but through your veil, you cannot see who he is. The dress you're wearing is beautiful, a strapless white gown that sweeps to you feet, nothing special, plain, as you like it. Before you know it, a minister is asking you to say your vows, and you do. The hobbit standing next to you does his also, and the butterflies in your stomach go away. You look to the hobbit next to you, and he looks relieved as well. "You may kiss the bride."
**
You wake up, sweating. The hobbit in the dream, who was he? Did the dream mean anything? You thought the hobbit was Pippin, but there was something, something with the color of his eyes that didn't make sense. Because you are so tired, you drift back into a dreamless sleep, questions unanswered.
**
The next day, you find yourself lying on your back on your comfortable hobbit bed. The ceiling above you is white washed, plain. You sigh to nothing in particular, missing Pippin with every ounce in your body. The wait for him may take months, and since you are impatient, this will never do.
As you think of ways to make the wait shorter, you are struck with an idea, a brilliant idea in your mind. You should go to Rivendell to meet Pippin there! After all, it isn't too far.. You would just need a map.. You jump out of your bed, to your father's study. Old papers are littering the ground, and you are careful to step over the important documents.
Soon, after a bit of searching, you find a map, a well-sized one, the corners were a bit bent, but otherwise in great condition. After just a moment of searching, you find Hobbiton, near the Old Forest, which is pretty easy to identify by this map. By the scale, you determine that Rivendell is about..400 miles?! (A/n; I don't know their system for miles and such)
You don't even know if that's the correct way to go! Frodo, Merry, Pippin, and Sam went through the Old Forest to get there, but you, a hobbit maiden, go there by yourself? Why you haven't even been out of the Shire!
But, as a very determined hobbit, you're not going to give up. In fact you do the opposite. You begin to pack, lightly as you are not very materialistic, and can wash clothes very easily.
After an hour or so of packing, you realize that you could either, a) tell your parents what your planning to do, or b) be childish and leave a note for your parents to find in the morning, when you're at least 20 miles away. Choice b sounds childish, but since your parents would never let you go, it's quickly becomes the only option.
You decide to leave at 11 o'clock, so you can pack some food, and such before you leave. As it is only 5 o'clock, you decide to walk around the Shire again, just to remember everything, in case if you never return.
After yelling to your mom that you'll be back later, (you do that a lot) you walk cautiously outside. After what happened yesterday, you don't want to take any chances. Especially when you're leaving in less than six hours. The Shire is greener than it has ever been, and little hobbit children run and frolic in the fields. You smile as you recognize a little blond hobbit maiden, one that you used to watch after when her mom did her errands. She waves, and you wave in return. You walk you the path leading the top of a hill.
On your way, you pass Bag End, and there, you stop, and look in the round windows. It was quite empty since the Sackville-Bagginses had sold it to Frodo, of course, for a ton of money. Frodo had decided that he wanted to stay in the Shire, for reasons unknown, maybe just because he wanted to stay around Sam. In any case, he had moved into the old Bag End again, but still didn't have enough belongings to fill it.
"G'day Eira," You hear a voice from behind you.
"Why hello Sam. And how might you be today?"
"Well just fine. Rosie and the kids are all doing well, and are all content, as I know I am."
"How many children do you have now?"
"Oh, we have five young, troublesome, youngsters. They're such a handful at times, but we love them any ways. What about you Eira, ever think of leaving home, or getting married?"
Your eyes shift to the ground. "Well, I hope to get married when Pippin returns, if he ever returns, that is. But yes, I want to have kids and be married. It's all that I've eve wanted." You wipe a tear from your eye, before Sam can notice.
"Oh Eira, I didn't mean to make you cry." Sam hugs and pats you on the back. "Frodo seems to be getting quite lonely to. He wanted to get settled, but after the quest, I don't know if he ever will."
A high pitch squeal erupted from the other side of the hill. "Well, I'd best be going. Eira, I hope that one day you do get married, and I'm sure you will, just as soon as Pippin comes back." He looks you straight in the eye. "And don't you worry, he will, I know he will."
You smile gratefully, and wave goodbye to him. Sam was always such a nice guy; Rosie was sure lucky to have him. You wonder to yourself if you will ever have that. The memory of the dream comes back, and for the rest of the evening, you are preoccupied with who the mysterious hobbit in your dream was.
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A/N; REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! hope you liked it!