A/N: Thanks again to reviewers, I'm glad you like the story. Sorry it took
a while to update, I'm involved in two plays and I have a life so it's hard
for me to get to the computer enough.
Disclaimer: I own Lord of the Rings, I bought it from Tolkien! No, just kidding. I thought I'd check to see if everyone was awake. I still own absolutely positively nothing at all (My friend stole my poster and my scarf has disappeared).
Chapter 3: New Friendships Arise
Merry and Pippin led me through Hobbiton, talking and laughing as if we had known each other for ages, it felt great to know that my two favorite characters trusted me the way they did. As we walked I made mental notes of everything in Hobbiton, every person I passed by, every shop, every hobbit hole. As we approached Bag End I had to fight the urge to squeal with happiness, this was so cool and so unbelievable. Just as we reached the door Merry turned to me.
"I'll introduce you when we get inside. I think you'll like Frodo and his uncle Bilbo, they're really nice."
"I'm sure I will." I said, smiling.
Merry knocked on the door and pretty quickly it opened. A hobbit with dark brown hair and very large blue eyes appeared in the doorway, smiling broadly.
"Hello Frodo," said Merry, "Is it alright that we brought a friend? This is Brooke, she came to the Shire but she's not sure how and she doesn't know how to get back home."
Frodo looked at me with a friendly curiosity, "Of course, she's always welcome here."
My smile was so wide I could have sworn my lips were touching my ears. "Thank you Frodo, you are very kind."
"My pleasure," he responded, gesturing for us to go inside.
I followed Pippin through the house, having to duck slightly at the doorways but not as much as Gandalf did, and thankfully I did not hit my head.
"Uncle Bilbo!" Frodo called.
Another hobbit appeared in the doorway to the kitchen; he was much older than Frodo, with sandy brown hair that was turning gray and wrinkles that showed his age, but seemed to deepen at his smile lines. This had to be Bilbo Baggins.
"Welcome Master Merry, and Master Pippin. And who is this?" he asked, looking at me, smiling.
"Brooke Evans sir," I said, with a slight curtsey.
"You are not a hobbit miss."
"No sir, I am not."
Bilbo laughed, "I always know. Though it is difficult to tell, there are only several things that alerted me." "And those are?" "Your height for one, you are taller than the largest hobbit there ever was. And your feet, you are wearing shoes."
I looked down at my sneakers, which had a small hole in the side.
"Sometimes it's uncomfortable to be barefoot all the time," I said, smiling.
Bilbo nodded and laughed again, "You are not the first big person I've met Brooke, no far from it."
"Bilbo's traveled beyond the borders of the Shire," Frodo told me, "He's met lots of different creatures, wizards and dwarves and elves."
"Oh my," I said, trying to stifle a laugh because I sounded like Dorothy from the wizard of oz.
"Now why don't you all take a seat, dinner should be ready soon." Bilbo said, ushering us into the kitchen.
When I walked in my smile widened as I saw the little table that looked exactly as it had in the movie, man my cheeks were starting to hurt. I sat down next to Pippin, trying to fit my knees underneath the table. I made it but barely, and Pippin caught my eye and chuckled. I tried to look mad but I couldn't, so we both just started laughing harder. I had always felt like I had a special connection with Pippin because that had been my nickname ever since Lord of the Rings had become popular. Then when the movie came out, it only confirmed everyone's belief that I was Pippin's long lost sister. I can see where they got that belief, I'm always getting into trouble without meaning to, and I love to eat.
About 10 minutes later everyone's plates were filled with food. It felt weird because I didn't know what it was that was on my plate, and I'm normally great at identifying food, even if my sister makes it. Seeing that all the hobbits were merrily chewing away, I lifted a forkful tentatively to my mouth and took a bite.
"Mmm!" I said in surprise. Whatever this was, it was great!
"You like it?" asked Bilbo.
"I love it!" I exclaimed, and started to eat as rapidly as Pippin.
During dinner (or maybe it was supper, I'm not quite sure), Bilbo told stories about his adventures, the rest of us listening intently, though no one as much so as me. I guess Bilbo noticed this because he pointed it out.
"It's just that I've never heard stories like yours before," I said honestly.
Everyone laughed at this remark, to the point where I had to laugh as well. It felt wonderful to be accepted.
I can't begin to explain how full I felt when I was finished. I felt it would only be polite to eat as much as the hobbits, but they ate enough food to last me a year! As Bilbo, Merry and Pippin went outside to smoke their pipes, I remained in the kitchen to help Frodo wash the dishes.
"So do you like living with Bilbo?" I asked, trying to start conversation.
"Yes, he's wonderful. When my parents died, I was supposed to go live with my cousins, the Brandybucks, but instead Bilbo decided to make me heir of Bag End and he took me in."
"Do you miss you parents?"
"I don't really remember them," he said honestly, "They died when I was very young."
"I'm sorry. I kind of know how you feel. My father left right before I was born, I haven't really known what it feels like to have a father. Sure, my mom's great but it's not the same."
"I'm sorry Brooke," he put his hand on my arm comfortingly but I suppose he got self-conscious because he quickly pulled away.
"What's it like where you come from?" he asked after a while.
I thought about that for a moment before answering, "It's so different from here. No one takes the time to enjoy the beauty of things, everyone is in a rush to get here or there, no one cares about nature or life. It's very materialistic. I kind of wish that I lived here instead, I've always loved nature, but there's just no place to enjoy it at home."
Frodo nodded but I don't think he really understood what I meant. I could see how it would be hard for him to; he's never known life beyond the Shire.
Still, he would know soon. I wasn't sure how long it was until he found out about the ring, but even if it were 20 years away, it would still come too soon for him.
"Frodo, do me a favor," I said to him.
"Sure, what?"
"Take the time to smell the flowers. Because some day you may not have that time."
He nodded again, and this time I knew that he understood.
A/N well that was chapter 3, review please and I'll. . . well I can't give you anything cause I don't own anything anymore ::sniffle:: but I will give a big THANK YOU!.
Disclaimer: I own Lord of the Rings, I bought it from Tolkien! No, just kidding. I thought I'd check to see if everyone was awake. I still own absolutely positively nothing at all (My friend stole my poster and my scarf has disappeared).
Chapter 3: New Friendships Arise
Merry and Pippin led me through Hobbiton, talking and laughing as if we had known each other for ages, it felt great to know that my two favorite characters trusted me the way they did. As we walked I made mental notes of everything in Hobbiton, every person I passed by, every shop, every hobbit hole. As we approached Bag End I had to fight the urge to squeal with happiness, this was so cool and so unbelievable. Just as we reached the door Merry turned to me.
"I'll introduce you when we get inside. I think you'll like Frodo and his uncle Bilbo, they're really nice."
"I'm sure I will." I said, smiling.
Merry knocked on the door and pretty quickly it opened. A hobbit with dark brown hair and very large blue eyes appeared in the doorway, smiling broadly.
"Hello Frodo," said Merry, "Is it alright that we brought a friend? This is Brooke, she came to the Shire but she's not sure how and she doesn't know how to get back home."
Frodo looked at me with a friendly curiosity, "Of course, she's always welcome here."
My smile was so wide I could have sworn my lips were touching my ears. "Thank you Frodo, you are very kind."
"My pleasure," he responded, gesturing for us to go inside.
I followed Pippin through the house, having to duck slightly at the doorways but not as much as Gandalf did, and thankfully I did not hit my head.
"Uncle Bilbo!" Frodo called.
Another hobbit appeared in the doorway to the kitchen; he was much older than Frodo, with sandy brown hair that was turning gray and wrinkles that showed his age, but seemed to deepen at his smile lines. This had to be Bilbo Baggins.
"Welcome Master Merry, and Master Pippin. And who is this?" he asked, looking at me, smiling.
"Brooke Evans sir," I said, with a slight curtsey.
"You are not a hobbit miss."
"No sir, I am not."
Bilbo laughed, "I always know. Though it is difficult to tell, there are only several things that alerted me." "And those are?" "Your height for one, you are taller than the largest hobbit there ever was. And your feet, you are wearing shoes."
I looked down at my sneakers, which had a small hole in the side.
"Sometimes it's uncomfortable to be barefoot all the time," I said, smiling.
Bilbo nodded and laughed again, "You are not the first big person I've met Brooke, no far from it."
"Bilbo's traveled beyond the borders of the Shire," Frodo told me, "He's met lots of different creatures, wizards and dwarves and elves."
"Oh my," I said, trying to stifle a laugh because I sounded like Dorothy from the wizard of oz.
"Now why don't you all take a seat, dinner should be ready soon." Bilbo said, ushering us into the kitchen.
When I walked in my smile widened as I saw the little table that looked exactly as it had in the movie, man my cheeks were starting to hurt. I sat down next to Pippin, trying to fit my knees underneath the table. I made it but barely, and Pippin caught my eye and chuckled. I tried to look mad but I couldn't, so we both just started laughing harder. I had always felt like I had a special connection with Pippin because that had been my nickname ever since Lord of the Rings had become popular. Then when the movie came out, it only confirmed everyone's belief that I was Pippin's long lost sister. I can see where they got that belief, I'm always getting into trouble without meaning to, and I love to eat.
About 10 minutes later everyone's plates were filled with food. It felt weird because I didn't know what it was that was on my plate, and I'm normally great at identifying food, even if my sister makes it. Seeing that all the hobbits were merrily chewing away, I lifted a forkful tentatively to my mouth and took a bite.
"Mmm!" I said in surprise. Whatever this was, it was great!
"You like it?" asked Bilbo.
"I love it!" I exclaimed, and started to eat as rapidly as Pippin.
During dinner (or maybe it was supper, I'm not quite sure), Bilbo told stories about his adventures, the rest of us listening intently, though no one as much so as me. I guess Bilbo noticed this because he pointed it out.
"It's just that I've never heard stories like yours before," I said honestly.
Everyone laughed at this remark, to the point where I had to laugh as well. It felt wonderful to be accepted.
I can't begin to explain how full I felt when I was finished. I felt it would only be polite to eat as much as the hobbits, but they ate enough food to last me a year! As Bilbo, Merry and Pippin went outside to smoke their pipes, I remained in the kitchen to help Frodo wash the dishes.
"So do you like living with Bilbo?" I asked, trying to start conversation.
"Yes, he's wonderful. When my parents died, I was supposed to go live with my cousins, the Brandybucks, but instead Bilbo decided to make me heir of Bag End and he took me in."
"Do you miss you parents?"
"I don't really remember them," he said honestly, "They died when I was very young."
"I'm sorry. I kind of know how you feel. My father left right before I was born, I haven't really known what it feels like to have a father. Sure, my mom's great but it's not the same."
"I'm sorry Brooke," he put his hand on my arm comfortingly but I suppose he got self-conscious because he quickly pulled away.
"What's it like where you come from?" he asked after a while.
I thought about that for a moment before answering, "It's so different from here. No one takes the time to enjoy the beauty of things, everyone is in a rush to get here or there, no one cares about nature or life. It's very materialistic. I kind of wish that I lived here instead, I've always loved nature, but there's just no place to enjoy it at home."
Frodo nodded but I don't think he really understood what I meant. I could see how it would be hard for him to; he's never known life beyond the Shire.
Still, he would know soon. I wasn't sure how long it was until he found out about the ring, but even if it were 20 years away, it would still come too soon for him.
"Frodo, do me a favor," I said to him.
"Sure, what?"
"Take the time to smell the flowers. Because some day you may not have that time."
He nodded again, and this time I knew that he understood.
A/N well that was chapter 3, review please and I'll. . . well I can't give you anything cause I don't own anything anymore ::sniffle:: but I will give a big THANK YOU!.