Disclaimer: No one is mine, excepting Emelie, who probably isn't truly mine either because there are probably at least 1000 girls in this world named so. Besides, I don't have $5000 handy to copyright the name any ways.
Some of the stuff in here isn't exactly how it happened in the books, the time may be different and what not. Sorry.
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Emelie stood with her arms folded as
Gandalf went on talking to Frodo in an urgent voice as if she was never there.
Presently, the two ran to Frodo's room, where he quickly packed his stuff.
All of a sudden there was a rustling at the window. I don't remember this
happening in the movie! She thought as she fell to the floor next to
Frodo. Gandalf moved towards the window and thrust his staff forward. There
was a loud "oomph!" and Gandalf dragged Sam into the room, yelling. Emelie
stood up, sighing with relief. She answered her own thought. That's probably
because you were asleep.
Gandalf
was going on and on, and then Sam was going on and on, and Emelie was yawning
on and on, because it was very late at night, and she hadn't gotten any sleep.
Then, very suddenly, Gandalf ordered everyone to go to bed, because they would
have to get up bright and early the next morning. Sam ended up sleeping in
the bed that Emelie had occupied the night before (Gandalf wouldn't let him
leave the house because he was afraid that he would talk about it) and Emelie
slept on the floor next to him.
The
next morning, Gandalf proved true to his word. The sun had barely risen above
the horizon. It was very very early. Too early for Emelie's liking. She helped
Sam get a bundle together full of his cooking equipment and some food, and
then they were off. Gandalf was checking Frodo and Sam's bags, and when he
was finished, he turned to Emelie. "Where's your bag?" Emelie blanked. "My
bag?! I'm not going, I'm staying here." Gandalf shook his head. "Oh no you're
not, you're going with them." Emelie backed away.
"Uh
uh, I am not not NOT going. I don't want to be attacked by things or killed
or anything." Something in Frodo's eyes changed, and Sam swallowed nervously.
Gandalf's mustache twitched in anger. "Do you want to get back home?" He
said in a quiet voice that was full of menace. Emelie nodded fervently. "Good."
Gandalf said. "The only way to get there is to go." On the last word, he pointed
towards the kitchen. Emelie's mouth dropped open, but she obediently went
and packed a sack full of food. When she emerged from the room, Gandalf had
a satisfactory smirk on his face but the Hobbits just looked frightened.
The
four walked and walked together until they had reached the woods. There Gandalf
said he was leaving them. They were to go to Bree, where he would be. Before
getting on his horse, Gandalf whispered to Emelie, "Do not frighten them any
more than you already have. You will get home, I promise you. Make your time
here be as enjoyable as possible." The last part sounded like it had come
from a Travel Brochure, Emelie thought laughingly to herself. This made her
smile, and Gandalf smiled also, knowing that she would be all right for the
time being.
After
Gandalf had left them, they walked and talked and walked some more. Four
hours into their journey, they had reached Farmer Maggots crop. Sam had been
a few meters behind them, and thinking he had lost them he called, "Frodo?
Mr. Frodo?!" Frodo and Emily ran back to him, thinking he was in trouble.
Frodo said, "We're still in the Shire, what could possibly happen?" Emelie
was about to say, "You never know." When two other Hobbits burst from the
cornstalks and tackled Frodo and Sam to the ground. Emelie shrieked, and
the two strangers looked up.
Sorry it was rather short. I will add more later on today.