D/N: I don't own anything!!!!!!!!!!! Except for a cute little dog name Gigi!!!!! Ok yeah and an lotr calendar. Which by the way I am tired at staring at Aragorn's face! K..

Author's Note: K if I don't go completely with the book of LOTR please don't sue me! I mean I want to change a couple of things. And besides it makes the story more interesting that way. So yeah. Thank you everyone for reviewing! Thank you all sniff k let the third chapter begin….

CH. 3

"Gandalf, I'm glad your back", said Frodo getting ready to jump off the cart.

"So am I, dear boy", answered Gandalf with a smile. Frodo jumped off the cart and waved good-bye to Gandalf. Frodo smiled to himself. It felt good to know that Gandalf had come back. He was dying to know more about what was going on in the outside world. He loved hearing Gandalf's stories especially ones that involved elves. His favorite, though, was Bilbo's tale.

"Well, there is no chance that I will ever get to have my own adventure," he said to himself.

He was disappointed to think that he would always remain in the Shire as Mr. Frodo Baggins. The one that lived in Bag End with the mysterious Bilbo Baggins. The one that was almost always forgotten on his birthday. The one that so happened to have his birthday the same day as his uncle. The forgotten one.

"Even Gandalf forgot to mention anything on the subject of my birthday", thought Frodo. He sadly hung his head. He sighed.

Frodo was in charge of the party and that everything went right. He whistled merrily and made his way down the hill to the field. There he saw the big banner that read "Happy Birthday Bilbo Baggins" was still in the air. Suddenly it started to wobble. Frodo watched it along with the other many hobbits that were busy working with other things. The sign wobbled some more till it came plummeting to the ground. Frodo watched it fall to the ground and when it came down he flinched. He closed his eyes and shook his head. He wasn't surprised. The young hobbit lad that was in charge of the banner was yelling at some other younger hobbits.

"Look at what you did! This is not acceptable," yelled Twixt Lightfoot looking down at the hobbit children before him. The little children looked sad and seemed to be at the break of crying.

"Mr. Baggins will certainly not accept of--"

"You yelling at the children like that?" finished Frodo walking up behind Twixt.

He winked at the little hobbit children. Twixt flinched and slowly turned around, a look of horror on his face, to look at Frodo.

"Oh, Mr. B-baggins, I-I di-didn't know you would re-return so s-s-soon," stammered Twixt.

"Yes, well I think I arrived with perfect timing. How can you do something like this, eh? Bossing around the children like you were any older than them."

"B-but sir, I-I am older than them," replied Twixt.

"Well, you sure don't act like it", answered Frodo impatiently. "Go get some of your little friends together and pick up this banner, NOW!"

"Y-yes sir, Mr. B-baggins, sir", said Twixt saluting to Frodo and running off.

Frodo watched him go. The little children cheered. They all danced around Frodo for a while and then went off to play. Frodo smiled. He was just thinking about the little salute that Twixt had given him when he heard a scream coming from the food tent. Smoke was coming from the tent entrance.

"Oh no", muttered Frodo as he hurried to the tent.

Once inside he realized that one of the pans on the stove had caught on fire. He quickly put it out by pouring water on it and placing the top of the pan on top.

"What are you doing?!" shrieked a female voice.

Frodo turned around and saw a red-faced hobbit lass. She had black hair that reached past her shoulders. She was looking furiously at Frodo. Frodo looked around at the rest of the hobbit lasses that were the cooks. They were all giggling ridiculously. Frodo shrugged.

"I just put out the fire," he said looking at the hobbit lass.

"Fire?" she exclaimed her eyes wide with surprise.

"Yeah, someone obviously left the pan unattended," answered Frodo indicating the pan.

"What! That was my newest recipe! It's suppose to have fire on it like that I was just showing the other girls here about how to do this one dish. Now thanks to you it is a very wet piece of cheese." she said. Her hands were on her hips.

Frodo was dumbfounded. "But I heard someone scream," was all he managed to say.

"Scream? Oh, that was us celebrating the fact that we had done this dish so PERFECTLY!!!" shrieked the hobbit lass. "Besides who are you that you have the nerve to go around ruining other people's work?"

A hobbit lass went up to her ear and whispered something. The furious hobbit lass stopped. Her eyes grew wide and she covered her mouth.

"Oh my gosh, Mr. Baggins, I am sooo sorry, I-I didn't realize that it was you who-"

Frodo held up a hand and smiled. "You don't need to apologize. I should be the one apologizing for what I did. What is your name anyways?"

"Hazel Ashmore from Buckland."

"Oh it is a pleasure to meet you-"

"Mr. Frodo! What are you doing in here?" exclaimed a familiar voice.

Frodo, a little irritated, turned to see Samwise Gamgee at the doorway. He was carrying a bunch of baskets that were full of apples.

"I am suppose to supervise the party, Sam. It's wonderful to see you too" answered Frodo, looking at Hazel's embarrassed face from the corner of his eyes. She caught her looking at him and smiled. Frodo smiled too. He felt his ears burn.

"Um, Frodo could I ask you a favor. I mean it is wonderful to see you, but I need a favor." said Sam quickly.

"Sure, Sam what is it?"

"I need you to get the rest of the supplies that I need for tonight."

"Sure what are they?"

"Well, I need one bag of potatoes, two loaves of bread and a barrel of ale," said Sam counting on his fingers.

Frodo sighed and nodded his head. He bade the lasses good-bye and with one final look at Hazel he left. He hurried to Bag End where he knew that all those things that Sam had asked were there. He grumbled about Sam interrupting him when he was getting to know Hazel. When he came to Bag End he found that the door was locked. He shook it and knocked on the door.

"Blast, today I don't have my keys," said Frodo irritated.

"Why hello, Frodo you arrived just in time," called Bilbo's voice from behind him.

Frodo turned around to see Biblo coming up the hill with Gandalf in the horse drawn cart that had once carried all of Gandalf's fireworks. But this time instead of fireworks there was four children. Three boys and one girl. The first boy had flaming red hair. The next had blonde hair that was combed very smoothly. The girl had frizzy, brown hair. And the last boy had messy jet-black hair. He was the only one of the group that wore glasses. But what caught Frodo's attention was a peculiar scar on his forehead. It was shaped like a lightning bolt.

"Frodo, I would like you to meet Ronald Weasley, Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger, and Harry Potter," said Bilbo indicating the four children. "They are our guests. They aren't from around here and Gandalf and I were giving them a little tour of the Shire."

Frodo looked stunned. "Pleasure to meet all of you."

"Oh and they wish to attend tonight's party. They are all very excited, aren't you children?" asked Bilbo looking very happy.

The children nodded. They were all staring at Frodo. Frodo walked closer to the boy called, Harry Potter. He walked up till they were face to face. The boy smiled. Frodo took his finger and parted Harry's bangs. It revealed his lightning bolt shape scar.

"What is that?" asked Frodo curiously.

Harry quickly his his scar with his bangs. He looked over at Gandalf and Bilbo.

"Frodo, my lad, I think we need to talk to you about Harry and his friends," said Biblo gravely.