Chapter Two: The Guest Room
A small wooden cart rolled through Hobbiton, driven by a very, very old man in a pointed gray hat. As he talked to a young halfling, the cart hit a bump, and their conversation was interupted by a loud yelp from the back, where there was a large cargo of fireworks. Or, what was mostly fireworks. A girls head popped out from under quiet a few near the back. The halfling looked very alarmed, but the wizard just started laughing as the teen glared at him. "Gandalf! You got more fireworks while I was alseep?" she yelled, pulling herself out from under the things.
"I am sorry, Lady. I needed more, I couldn't run out for Bilbo's party could I?" he asked, and went back to paying attention to the road, for he had almost pulled into a ditch. The girl flipped her long red hair over her shoulder with some arrogance, and didn't voice the thought that, since she had no idea who Bilbo was, she did not care if Gandalf ran out of fireworks.
"Where are we going?" she asked crossly, folding her arms across her chest and leaning back against the side of the cart.
"Bag End." Gandalf said, and she made a noise of iritation, but decided against fighting with a wizard and went on to a new subject.
"Who are you?" she asked the hobbit, who looked surprised at her bluntness.
"I am Frodo Baggins. Who might you be, milady?" he asked, and she smiled.
"I am Belamir the um, Red." she said proudly, even though she faltered slightly in trying to think up a color. The wizard shook his head.
"Belamir, haven't I told you this at least thirty times? You, even when you are finished with your training, which you are not, will not have a color!" he said sternly, and then laughed some. "You are the first female to be a wizard."
"Not wizard. Magestress." she corrected, using the term she had made up, because she didn't think 'wizard' sounded like a good title for a female, especially since the line was wholly male. Except for her, that was. "I am the first, and only, Magestress."
Frodo cleared his throat, and the two stopped bickering. "Well, it's good to meet you, Belamir, and it was wondeful to see you again, Gandalf!" he said, and jumped out of the cart and walked down a path. Belamir watched him go with a small smile on her face. The old wizard looked at her and chuckled. She turned to him sharply.
"What is so funny?" she asked.
"You like him, do you not, milady?" he asked, laughing even more at her shocked face.
"O-Of course not! I mean, I just met him! He is rather attractive, if that is what you mean, but..." she said quickly, color rising to her cheeks. Gandalf shook his head and stopped the cart in front of a very strange looking house. Well, it wasn't exactly a house, since it was built into a hill. It had a green door with a yellow handle in the middle, and there were round windows over a pretty garden. She looked at Gandalf strangely. "What's this?"
"Bag End." he said, and got out of the cart. "The home of the Bagginses, Bilbo and Frodo to be specific."
Belamir made a strange face, and he glared at her. "No, not like that. Honestly, sometimes I do not wish to know what runs through that proud head of yours!" he scolded, and she looked relieved to find out that the attractive young hobbit was not 'involved' with another male. "Frodo is Bilbo's nephew, and heir. Now wait here while I go inside, and see about getting you set up in the guest room."
"I'm staying here?" she asked in surprise, her mouth hanging open. "But..but what about Rivendell?I am supposed to go to Rivendell!"
"You are supposed to go where I tell you you are supposed to go." he said, and her mouth hung open, and moved a couple of times, but no sound came out. Gandalf hummed to himself, ignoring her, and knocked on the door. An old hobbit greeted him, and he went inside the 'house', leaving Belamir to herself. She closed her mouth, crossed her arms, and tried to look proud, despite the fact that she was sitting in the back of a mule-driven cart, with a rumpled dress, sticks in her hair, and dirt smudged on her milky-pale face.
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A long while later, Gandalf came out again and the old hobbit followed. He beckoned her over, and Belamir scrambled out of the cart without much grace. She stretched, and then walked over to the men. Gandalf put a hand on her shoulder, and she looked up at him questioningly. "Bilbo, this is Belamir, my apprentice." he said, and the hobbit shook her hand.
"I'm your apprentice?" she asked as she was lead into the 'house', which Bilbo informed her was a hobbit-hole. Gandalf chuckled, and in doing so, almost hit his head on the low ceiling. Belamir noted it, but she wasn't nearly as tall as the old wizard, so she didn't have to worry about getting a concussion from the chandelier.
"That is what they would call you, as you are a very young wizard-" he started, and Belamir interupted him with an annoyed look on her face.
"For one thing, Mister, I am not that young, and for another, it is Magestress, not wizard." she said,, and crossed her arms as the wizard rolled his eyes. He muttered something that sounded suspiciously like, 'Why did it have to one of THAT family?' and continued talking.
"Fine, fine. You are a young magestress, studying magic with the help of an older and wiser wizard." he said, and laughed. "But I believe we did stray off the subject. Bilbo has kindly agreed to let you stay in one of the guest rooms at Bag End. I think you will be quite comfortable, though you may find the ceiling a bit low."
"Believe me, Gandalf. Anything beats being in the infernal cart for another day!" she
Belamir smiled as she was led to her room. It was quite large, and round, she thought with a small laugh. There was a large bed near one side, a wardrobe, and a small desk. Off to one side there was even a door that led to a small bathroom. She looked inside in wonder, and then decided to find out how comfortable the bed as. And, there was no better way to do that, besides with an attractive man, than to jump onto it. And because she didn't have an attractive man for her use at that exact time, she decided to do the latter.
"If you need anything, miss, Gandalf and I will be in the dining room. There are cakes in the kitchen, and help yourself to a few if you're hungry!" said Bilbo, as he and Gandalf walked away. "And if you want to come, you are invited to my birthday party tonight! Any friend of Gandalf's is welcome!"
"Well, alright...I suppose I'll come, but I haven't had time to buy a gift!" she called after them (having next to no knowledge of hobbits, she didn't know that when it was a hobbit's birthday, the hobbit gave gifts to their guests instead of the other way around), which caused both the old hobbit and the wizard to laugh.
Belamir shrugged and went out to the cart to get her bags. While she didn't have to sleep in the back of a cart, and wear the same gown for 3 days in a row, she was going to make the most of it.
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While having tea, Builbo suddenly remembered something. "Gandalf, I just thought of this- Frodo's room is being painted, and he has been using the guest room we just gave that girl!"
Gandalf laughed into his teacup. "Don't worry, my friend! Belamir has lots of pride, because it is in her family's line. She would usually be expected to rant about having to share a room with anyone, but something tells me that young Master Baggins could cause her to swallow her pride. She seemed quite taken with him."
"Really?" Bilbo laughed, and lit his pipe. "I think she may do the lad some good too. He has plenty of friends, but he spends too much time in that library, reading books over and over again. Maybe the girl will teach him that there's a good life outside the stories too."
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Frodo jumped over the fence in front of Bag End, and noticed that Gandalf's cart had left. He walked inside and went straight to the guest room he had been sleeping in. He didn't notice the three leather bags in a corner, but he did notice that the door to the bathroom was closed. The party was in a few hours, and he wanted to be early so he could help set up. He would have opened the door anyway,. not knowing that there was anyone else in the house.
So, he opened the door and very nearly yelled at the top of his lungs. There was a girl sitting, quite naked, in the bathtub. She was singing to herself softly, and didn't notice him standing at the door. Her long red hair hung down her back in small, soft curls, and as she turned around to grab her own bar of rose scented soap, Frodo recognized her as the girl he had seen earlier.
She saw him, and screamed at the top of her lungs, and looked around wildly for something to cover herself. In doing this, she only revealed more, and Frodo blushed and tossed her a towel. "How long were you there?" she asked when she had stepped out and wrapped the towel around herself.
"I came in just a few seconds before you saw me." he lied quickly. He had actually been standing there for longer than he had meant to, but she didn't have to know that. Belamir sighed in relief and then laughed a little.
"Well, that's good." she said, and walked into the bedroom past him, and went to her bags. "Can I ask you one question though? Why did you come in here?"
He looked a bit shocked. "Well, I was coming to get ready for the party. And if I may ask you something, milady, but why were you in here?"
"This is the room your uncle gave me, of course. I'm not in your room, am I?" she asked quickly, looking around. He appeared confused at first, but then laughed.
"Bilbo must have forgotten!" he said, and shook his head. "I had been sleeping here, as my room is being painted."
"Oh, I'm sorry!" she said, and then wondered what she had just said. Belamir was not one to be sorry, she was one to get what she wanted. Why was she sitting here appologizing for? She looked at the hobbit carefully. iHe's blushing! Why is he blushing?/i She looked down at herself and almost laughed. She was standing in the middle of the room, wearing nothing except a white towel that was made for someone smaller than her. She was barely covered, and when she realized this, blushed too and started to dig through her bags to find her gown.
"Oh, it's no problem, unless you would terribly mind sharing a room!" he said, and she turned to look at him quickly. He immediatly blushed, but she flicked her big brown eyes over him carefully a couple of times and smiled mischeviously.
"No problems here." she said, and walked behind a small screen set up in one corner of the room to change. Meanwhile, Frodo sat down and tried to ignore the fact that there was a naked girl in his room and that his pants were starting to feel a bit too tight.
It wasn't long before she came out from behind the screen, wearing a long gown of burgandy silk, trimmed in gold. He regained most of his composure, now that she was wearing more clothing, and smiled at her. "How do I look?" she asked, spinning around so her skirts twirled gracefully.
"You look wonderful, milady." he said, and smiled back at her.
"Please, call me Bela! After all, we are going to be sharing a bed!"she said, then thought about her words, and blushed almost the same color as her dress. "And you should hurry and change, Frodo, or we're going to be late."
"All right, Bela." he said, and turned to go into the bathroom. Before he closed the door, he gave her one last look as she lay on the bed, humming to herself again and reading a book. He sighed when the door was closed behind him, wondering how he was ever going to control himself when they went to go to sleep!
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A/N: Hey!!! Okay, that was chapter two! Was it any good? PLEASE REVIEW! Reviewers are my friends! Wait, you probably don't want to be my friend, so that probably wasn't a good thing to say. Okay, I'll just leave it at please review. CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM is welcome. FLAMES are not. There is a difference. CC is when you point out specific things that are wrong with the story (lots of spelling/grammar mistakes, plot holes, out of characterness, things that just don't make sense) and give me ideas to fix it. Like the review from Woman of the Dunedain: She told me Denethor was out of character; he hates Gandalf. Flames are when you just review and tell me how much my story sucked, and on and on and on. I usually laugh at them, because it makes me realize how pathetic some people are. I'm not saying that I want you to pretend you like my story, be honest, but tell me why you don't like it! Also, tell me: does Belamir seem like a character, with, well...character? I hope she's not a Mary Sue.
Oh, and chapter three should be up either tomorrow or at least by Sunday. If it's not done by Sunday, it may not be up till next weeked, because as you know, Sunday is Easter, so I will not be at home (unless I run out of Tylonal.) I'll be at my aunt's house, babysitting a couple of little kids. Unfortunately, I'm just getting over the flu, so I'm going to stay at home if my temperature is anything like it has been (it was 103.5 today...). And Monday I'm going to my best friend's boyfriend's (who is like my brother) basketball game (GO JAMESEY! GO TIGERS!), and Tuesday I'm going to Erie to see LORD OF THE RINGS (YAYAYAYAYAY!) and staying with my friend, and the Thursday and Friday I have school. And I have no idea why I just told you my week's schedule, but who gives a fuck? Oh, and this story is rated R, just to warn you. I think from this chapter you can guess why...anyway, bye! And thanks for all the nice reviews!
Disclaimer: I am not J.R.R. Tolkein. So I do no own Lord of the Rings or anything related to Lord of the Rings. I only own the character Belamir, and the plot for this story. I don't have any money, so do not sue me. You'd waste your money on a lawyer. Yeah. Bye.
A small wooden cart rolled through Hobbiton, driven by a very, very old man in a pointed gray hat. As he talked to a young halfling, the cart hit a bump, and their conversation was interupted by a loud yelp from the back, where there was a large cargo of fireworks. Or, what was mostly fireworks. A girls head popped out from under quiet a few near the back. The halfling looked very alarmed, but the wizard just started laughing as the teen glared at him. "Gandalf! You got more fireworks while I was alseep?" she yelled, pulling herself out from under the things.
"I am sorry, Lady. I needed more, I couldn't run out for Bilbo's party could I?" he asked, and went back to paying attention to the road, for he had almost pulled into a ditch. The girl flipped her long red hair over her shoulder with some arrogance, and didn't voice the thought that, since she had no idea who Bilbo was, she did not care if Gandalf ran out of fireworks.
"Where are we going?" she asked crossly, folding her arms across her chest and leaning back against the side of the cart.
"Bag End." Gandalf said, and she made a noise of iritation, but decided against fighting with a wizard and went on to a new subject.
"Who are you?" she asked the hobbit, who looked surprised at her bluntness.
"I am Frodo Baggins. Who might you be, milady?" he asked, and she smiled.
"I am Belamir the um, Red." she said proudly, even though she faltered slightly in trying to think up a color. The wizard shook his head.
"Belamir, haven't I told you this at least thirty times? You, even when you are finished with your training, which you are not, will not have a color!" he said sternly, and then laughed some. "You are the first female to be a wizard."
"Not wizard. Magestress." she corrected, using the term she had made up, because she didn't think 'wizard' sounded like a good title for a female, especially since the line was wholly male. Except for her, that was. "I am the first, and only, Magestress."
Frodo cleared his throat, and the two stopped bickering. "Well, it's good to meet you, Belamir, and it was wondeful to see you again, Gandalf!" he said, and jumped out of the cart and walked down a path. Belamir watched him go with a small smile on her face. The old wizard looked at her and chuckled. She turned to him sharply.
"What is so funny?" she asked.
"You like him, do you not, milady?" he asked, laughing even more at her shocked face.
"O-Of course not! I mean, I just met him! He is rather attractive, if that is what you mean, but..." she said quickly, color rising to her cheeks. Gandalf shook his head and stopped the cart in front of a very strange looking house. Well, it wasn't exactly a house, since it was built into a hill. It had a green door with a yellow handle in the middle, and there were round windows over a pretty garden. She looked at Gandalf strangely. "What's this?"
"Bag End." he said, and got out of the cart. "The home of the Bagginses, Bilbo and Frodo to be specific."
Belamir made a strange face, and he glared at her. "No, not like that. Honestly, sometimes I do not wish to know what runs through that proud head of yours!" he scolded, and she looked relieved to find out that the attractive young hobbit was not 'involved' with another male. "Frodo is Bilbo's nephew, and heir. Now wait here while I go inside, and see about getting you set up in the guest room."
"I'm staying here?" she asked in surprise, her mouth hanging open. "But..but what about Rivendell?I am supposed to go to Rivendell!"
"You are supposed to go where I tell you you are supposed to go." he said, and her mouth hung open, and moved a couple of times, but no sound came out. Gandalf hummed to himself, ignoring her, and knocked on the door. An old hobbit greeted him, and he went inside the 'house', leaving Belamir to herself. She closed her mouth, crossed her arms, and tried to look proud, despite the fact that she was sitting in the back of a mule-driven cart, with a rumpled dress, sticks in her hair, and dirt smudged on her milky-pale face.
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A long while later, Gandalf came out again and the old hobbit followed. He beckoned her over, and Belamir scrambled out of the cart without much grace. She stretched, and then walked over to the men. Gandalf put a hand on her shoulder, and she looked up at him questioningly. "Bilbo, this is Belamir, my apprentice." he said, and the hobbit shook her hand.
"I'm your apprentice?" she asked as she was lead into the 'house', which Bilbo informed her was a hobbit-hole. Gandalf chuckled, and in doing so, almost hit his head on the low ceiling. Belamir noted it, but she wasn't nearly as tall as the old wizard, so she didn't have to worry about getting a concussion from the chandelier.
"That is what they would call you, as you are a very young wizard-" he started, and Belamir interupted him with an annoyed look on her face.
"For one thing, Mister, I am not that young, and for another, it is Magestress, not wizard." she said,, and crossed her arms as the wizard rolled his eyes. He muttered something that sounded suspiciously like, 'Why did it have to one of THAT family?' and continued talking.
"Fine, fine. You are a young magestress, studying magic with the help of an older and wiser wizard." he said, and laughed. "But I believe we did stray off the subject. Bilbo has kindly agreed to let you stay in one of the guest rooms at Bag End. I think you will be quite comfortable, though you may find the ceiling a bit low."
"Believe me, Gandalf. Anything beats being in the infernal cart for another day!" she
Belamir smiled as she was led to her room. It was quite large, and round, she thought with a small laugh. There was a large bed near one side, a wardrobe, and a small desk. Off to one side there was even a door that led to a small bathroom. She looked inside in wonder, and then decided to find out how comfortable the bed as. And, there was no better way to do that, besides with an attractive man, than to jump onto it. And because she didn't have an attractive man for her use at that exact time, she decided to do the latter.
"If you need anything, miss, Gandalf and I will be in the dining room. There are cakes in the kitchen, and help yourself to a few if you're hungry!" said Bilbo, as he and Gandalf walked away. "And if you want to come, you are invited to my birthday party tonight! Any friend of Gandalf's is welcome!"
"Well, alright...I suppose I'll come, but I haven't had time to buy a gift!" she called after them (having next to no knowledge of hobbits, she didn't know that when it was a hobbit's birthday, the hobbit gave gifts to their guests instead of the other way around), which caused both the old hobbit and the wizard to laugh.
Belamir shrugged and went out to the cart to get her bags. While she didn't have to sleep in the back of a cart, and wear the same gown for 3 days in a row, she was going to make the most of it.
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While having tea, Builbo suddenly remembered something. "Gandalf, I just thought of this- Frodo's room is being painted, and he has been using the guest room we just gave that girl!"
Gandalf laughed into his teacup. "Don't worry, my friend! Belamir has lots of pride, because it is in her family's line. She would usually be expected to rant about having to share a room with anyone, but something tells me that young Master Baggins could cause her to swallow her pride. She seemed quite taken with him."
"Really?" Bilbo laughed, and lit his pipe. "I think she may do the lad some good too. He has plenty of friends, but he spends too much time in that library, reading books over and over again. Maybe the girl will teach him that there's a good life outside the stories too."
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Frodo jumped over the fence in front of Bag End, and noticed that Gandalf's cart had left. He walked inside and went straight to the guest room he had been sleeping in. He didn't notice the three leather bags in a corner, but he did notice that the door to the bathroom was closed. The party was in a few hours, and he wanted to be early so he could help set up. He would have opened the door anyway,. not knowing that there was anyone else in the house.
So, he opened the door and very nearly yelled at the top of his lungs. There was a girl sitting, quite naked, in the bathtub. She was singing to herself softly, and didn't notice him standing at the door. Her long red hair hung down her back in small, soft curls, and as she turned around to grab her own bar of rose scented soap, Frodo recognized her as the girl he had seen earlier.
She saw him, and screamed at the top of her lungs, and looked around wildly for something to cover herself. In doing this, she only revealed more, and Frodo blushed and tossed her a towel. "How long were you there?" she asked when she had stepped out and wrapped the towel around herself.
"I came in just a few seconds before you saw me." he lied quickly. He had actually been standing there for longer than he had meant to, but she didn't have to know that. Belamir sighed in relief and then laughed a little.
"Well, that's good." she said, and walked into the bedroom past him, and went to her bags. "Can I ask you one question though? Why did you come in here?"
He looked a bit shocked. "Well, I was coming to get ready for the party. And if I may ask you something, milady, but why were you in here?"
"This is the room your uncle gave me, of course. I'm not in your room, am I?" she asked quickly, looking around. He appeared confused at first, but then laughed.
"Bilbo must have forgotten!" he said, and shook his head. "I had been sleeping here, as my room is being painted."
"Oh, I'm sorry!" she said, and then wondered what she had just said. Belamir was not one to be sorry, she was one to get what she wanted. Why was she sitting here appologizing for? She looked at the hobbit carefully. iHe's blushing! Why is he blushing?/i She looked down at herself and almost laughed. She was standing in the middle of the room, wearing nothing except a white towel that was made for someone smaller than her. She was barely covered, and when she realized this, blushed too and started to dig through her bags to find her gown.
"Oh, it's no problem, unless you would terribly mind sharing a room!" he said, and she turned to look at him quickly. He immediatly blushed, but she flicked her big brown eyes over him carefully a couple of times and smiled mischeviously.
"No problems here." she said, and walked behind a small screen set up in one corner of the room to change. Meanwhile, Frodo sat down and tried to ignore the fact that there was a naked girl in his room and that his pants were starting to feel a bit too tight.
It wasn't long before she came out from behind the screen, wearing a long gown of burgandy silk, trimmed in gold. He regained most of his composure, now that she was wearing more clothing, and smiled at her. "How do I look?" she asked, spinning around so her skirts twirled gracefully.
"You look wonderful, milady." he said, and smiled back at her.
"Please, call me Bela! After all, we are going to be sharing a bed!"she said, then thought about her words, and blushed almost the same color as her dress. "And you should hurry and change, Frodo, or we're going to be late."
"All right, Bela." he said, and turned to go into the bathroom. Before he closed the door, he gave her one last look as she lay on the bed, humming to herself again and reading a book. He sighed when the door was closed behind him, wondering how he was ever going to control himself when they went to go to sleep!
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A/N: Hey!!! Okay, that was chapter two! Was it any good? PLEASE REVIEW! Reviewers are my friends! Wait, you probably don't want to be my friend, so that probably wasn't a good thing to say. Okay, I'll just leave it at please review. CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM is welcome. FLAMES are not. There is a difference. CC is when you point out specific things that are wrong with the story (lots of spelling/grammar mistakes, plot holes, out of characterness, things that just don't make sense) and give me ideas to fix it. Like the review from Woman of the Dunedain: She told me Denethor was out of character; he hates Gandalf. Flames are when you just review and tell me how much my story sucked, and on and on and on. I usually laugh at them, because it makes me realize how pathetic some people are. I'm not saying that I want you to pretend you like my story, be honest, but tell me why you don't like it! Also, tell me: does Belamir seem like a character, with, well...character? I hope she's not a Mary Sue.
Oh, and chapter three should be up either tomorrow or at least by Sunday. If it's not done by Sunday, it may not be up till next weeked, because as you know, Sunday is Easter, so I will not be at home (unless I run out of Tylonal.) I'll be at my aunt's house, babysitting a couple of little kids. Unfortunately, I'm just getting over the flu, so I'm going to stay at home if my temperature is anything like it has been (it was 103.5 today...). And Monday I'm going to my best friend's boyfriend's (who is like my brother) basketball game (GO JAMESEY! GO TIGERS!), and Tuesday I'm going to Erie to see LORD OF THE RINGS (YAYAYAYAYAY!) and staying with my friend, and the Thursday and Friday I have school. And I have no idea why I just told you my week's schedule, but who gives a fuck? Oh, and this story is rated R, just to warn you. I think from this chapter you can guess why...anyway, bye! And thanks for all the nice reviews!
Disclaimer: I am not J.R.R. Tolkein. So I do no own Lord of the Rings or anything related to Lord of the Rings. I only own the character Belamir, and the plot for this story. I don't have any money, so do not sue me. You'd waste your money on a lawyer. Yeah. Bye.