A/N: I am going to continue my story. I would like to thank all the people who contributed reviews to the first chapter of this thing, and didn't flame me. lol! You're thoughts are appreciated. This is rated PG-13 (for later scenes) and not R because I think that you all are intelligent enough to decide weather it's appropriate reading material for yourselves or not. Once again: You be nice, no be meanie; You no likey, you no ready! And if this be of any comfort to you, the story does get better :) Once again, I do not own these characters.
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Chapter 2-Leaving Loved Ones with Loved Words

Young Frodo's deep blue eyes slowly fluttered open, unaccustomed to their first sight of the day being the late afternoon sun. It must've been around three in the afternoon. Had he slept in? "Oh no, I hope Mama doesn't get mad..." Frodo stammered his thoughts aloud as he jumped out of bed and grabbed the nearest pair of trousers. The reason for rush? Well, today was his parents anniversary, and his Uncle Bilbo was coming all the way from Hobbiton. Bilbo had always been his favorite Uncle; likewise for Bilbo. For some reason Frodo felt he could relate with Bilbo. All though they were cousins, the age difference had gotten Frodo used to calling him "uncle". And with a flash, he was out the door and racing down the hallway.

"Whoa! Hold up there young lad, where are you going so fast?" said a strangely familiar voice as a hand reached out and grabbed him by the shoulder.

"I-I'm sorry sir! I just woke up and was on--" he stopped short and looked up, and with an exclamation of joy, he leaped into the arms of the stranger. For it was no stranger, but his uncle.

"Uncle Bilbo!!" cried Frodo, a wide grin on his face has he hung himself off the shoulders of his relative. He hugged him tightly and buried his face into the familiar smelling jacket. He always had loved the smell of Bag End.

"Why yes Frodo!" said Bilbo, a bit taken aback by his nephew's sudden jolt of enthusiasm. "What are you doing? Getting up so late, why it's almost 3.30!" He chuckled and withdrew, admiring the deep eyes of Frodo.

Frodo turned a light scarlet. "Well...I...I mean...that is..." he stammered, trying to think of something to say. Bilbo only smiled.

"Ah, honestly it isn't any trouble Frodo," said Bilbo, putting his hand on Frodo's shoulder and leading him down the corridor.

"Where's Mama and Papa?" enquired Frodo, breaking the silence.

"They're still here. They wanted to see you before they left."

"Left? Where are they going?"

Bilbo smiled. "I suppose they didn't tell you? They've a boat for tonight and they're going out in it, just the two of them, mind, to spend some time together." For a moment, Bilbo looked as if he wished he had married, but it soon passed.

"Boat!" exclaimed Frodo. "But Uncle Bilbo, why can't I go along??" he asked, almost as if pleading.

Bilbo chuckled. "If you had a wife, Frodo, would you want me to tag along if you went out with her?"

Frodo paused. The concept had not really crossed his mind. He finally let out an "ick!" at the thought. They both laughed, and soon they had approached the main rooms of Brandy Hall. And sure enough, there were Drogo and Primula.

"Well! There's my son. I was beginning to wonder of one of Bilbo's trolls had gotten you!" said Drogo, smiling at Frodo and giving him hug. He stood up "Hullo Bilbo my friend, thank you for coming" he smiled and shook Bilbo's hand.

"No problem. No problem at all," replied Bilbo. "Happy Anniversary!"

"Mama!" interrupted Frodo, tugging Primula's skirt. "Can I come? Please? You're going to need someone to drive the boat, you know..." At this, Primula had to laugh. She knelt down to her son and grabbed him, giving him a soft tickle. The sound of Frodo's laughter rang about the room, certainly livening up the hearts of those around. He hugged his mother back and gave her a sincere kiss on the cheek.

"I love you, Mama" he smiled and hugged her.

"I love you too, Frodo my dear. Behave now, for your Uncle Bilbo, and I'll see you tonight!" They both smiled and withdrew. After giving his father a hug and "I love you" as well, Frodo Baggins watched as his parents, Drogo Baggins and Primula Brandybuck, walked out the doors to Brandy Hall for the last time.
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A/N: I know it's going slow! I'm sorry sorry sorry! But I swear it'll get better, if not sincerely gruesome (well, ya know...) Please don't give up on me! This is my first fic in a while. If you have an ideas or suggestions, I'd be more than happy to hear them. :)