This is the story of Frodo's sister. In the head, she is fondly known as Little Hobbit Zephyr. (the little hobbit form of Zephyr) Anyway, we felt her story was worth telling, and here it is.
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Disclaimer: I own nothing.
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It was raining heavily that night in the Shire. Frodo Baggins say in front of the window and watched the water streak down the pane, like tears from the sky.
"Frodo? It's late. What are you still doing up? " Bilbo's voice came from behind him.
"I'm watching the rain." Frodo replied. "There's something magical about the rain, and almost sad." his voice trailed off.
"Well, now it's time that you went to sleep. It's almost tomorrow you know."
"Alright Bilbo." Frodo said. He gave his uncle a hug, and meandered off to bed.
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Outside, a small girl staggered up the road. Her black hair was plastered against her face with the rain. She was so pale, it seemed as if the storm had washed all her color away; her dark violet eyes stood out against her pale skin. She didn't know where she was going, nor where she had been. She didn't even know who she was anymore.
She went up the walkway of a hobbit hole, planning, somewhere in her fevered head, to ask for shelter. But the door just seemed to get further and further away, no matter how much she walked towards it. She reached out desperately for the door, and collapsed on the doorstep.
And the rain poured down.
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Frodo woke up early the next morning, and he helped Bilbo to cook breakfast. After tea, sausage, eggs, and waffles, Frodo excused himself to go outside. He wanted to talk to Sam, who would be there an minute.
He opened the door to a beautiful spring day, only to find a small hobbit girl passed out on the doorstep.
"Bilbo!" He yelled. "Bilbo! You had better come here and quickly!"
Bilbo hurried himself out into the entryway where he saw the girl on the doorstep.
"Good Gracious!" he exclaimed, "Come on Frodo, help me get her inside."
Together, they moved the girl from the doorstep to the sofa in the living room.
"Frodo, get the smelling salts if you please." Bilbo said.
Frodo was quick to comply.
Bilbo waved the smelling salts under the girl's nose, and her eyes fluttered open.
"Where... Am I?" she asked slowly. She clutched the fabric of her worn dress nervously as her eyes darted around.
`she's such a small girl.' Frodo thought. `she can't be much older than five. Five! And wandering out on her own..'
"You are in my home, Bag End, in Hobbiton." Bilbo proceeded to answer the girl's previous question. "I am Bilbo Baggins. This is my nephew, Frodo."
The girl stared up at him, not quite knowing how to respond.
"What's your name?" Bilbo prompted.
"I don't know." came the quiet reply.
"Where are you from?" Frodo asked."
"I don't know." she said.
"Where were you going?" Bilbo asked.
"I don't know." The girl said. "Stop asking me questions I can't answer!" Her eyes were filled with tears as she looked up at him defiantly, gaining some spirit as she became more aware of herself and her surroundings.
"Well," Bilbo said. " I have reached a conclusion."
The girl pulled her knees up to her chest, and was paying attention to everything around her with great awareness.
"I certainly can't send you off with nowhere to go. How would you like to stay with us?"
"You'd let me stay?" The girl asked, somewhat suspiciously.
"Of course." Bilbo replied. "Right, Frodo?"
Frodo nodded. "Right."
"So," Bilbo said, "Yet another resident added to Bag End."
"But Bilbo," Frodo said smiling, "What are we to call this new resident? She cannot go nameless."
"Right you are, Frodo. Well little one, what should we call you?"
The girl's eyes shut, and she squinted a little, then she said, "Zephyr, call me Zephyr."
"Alright Zephyr, what say we go through all the legalities and have you adopted into this family?"
"Yes, please." she replied. Well, this was a day, for the first time she could remember, she had a home, a family, a future.
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Zephyr took well to her new environment. Over the years, she grew very close to Frodo, her `brother', and he to her. Time came that they were quite inseperable.
Zephyr also had quite a taste for mischief, so naturally, she became very close to Frodo's trouble-making cousins, Merry Brandybuck, and Pippin Took.
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Disclaimer: I own nothing.
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It was raining heavily that night in the Shire. Frodo Baggins say in front of the window and watched the water streak down the pane, like tears from the sky.
"Frodo? It's late. What are you still doing up? " Bilbo's voice came from behind him.
"I'm watching the rain." Frodo replied. "There's something magical about the rain, and almost sad." his voice trailed off.
"Well, now it's time that you went to sleep. It's almost tomorrow you know."
"Alright Bilbo." Frodo said. He gave his uncle a hug, and meandered off to bed.
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Outside, a small girl staggered up the road. Her black hair was plastered against her face with the rain. She was so pale, it seemed as if the storm had washed all her color away; her dark violet eyes stood out against her pale skin. She didn't know where she was going, nor where she had been. She didn't even know who she was anymore.
She went up the walkway of a hobbit hole, planning, somewhere in her fevered head, to ask for shelter. But the door just seemed to get further and further away, no matter how much she walked towards it. She reached out desperately for the door, and collapsed on the doorstep.
And the rain poured down.
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Frodo woke up early the next morning, and he helped Bilbo to cook breakfast. After tea, sausage, eggs, and waffles, Frodo excused himself to go outside. He wanted to talk to Sam, who would be there an minute.
He opened the door to a beautiful spring day, only to find a small hobbit girl passed out on the doorstep.
"Bilbo!" He yelled. "Bilbo! You had better come here and quickly!"
Bilbo hurried himself out into the entryway where he saw the girl on the doorstep.
"Good Gracious!" he exclaimed, "Come on Frodo, help me get her inside."
Together, they moved the girl from the doorstep to the sofa in the living room.
"Frodo, get the smelling salts if you please." Bilbo said.
Frodo was quick to comply.
Bilbo waved the smelling salts under the girl's nose, and her eyes fluttered open.
"Where... Am I?" she asked slowly. She clutched the fabric of her worn dress nervously as her eyes darted around.
`she's such a small girl.' Frodo thought. `she can't be much older than five. Five! And wandering out on her own..'
"You are in my home, Bag End, in Hobbiton." Bilbo proceeded to answer the girl's previous question. "I am Bilbo Baggins. This is my nephew, Frodo."
The girl stared up at him, not quite knowing how to respond.
"What's your name?" Bilbo prompted.
"I don't know." came the quiet reply.
"Where are you from?" Frodo asked."
"I don't know." she said.
"Where were you going?" Bilbo asked.
"I don't know." The girl said. "Stop asking me questions I can't answer!" Her eyes were filled with tears as she looked up at him defiantly, gaining some spirit as she became more aware of herself and her surroundings.
"Well," Bilbo said. " I have reached a conclusion."
The girl pulled her knees up to her chest, and was paying attention to everything around her with great awareness.
"I certainly can't send you off with nowhere to go. How would you like to stay with us?"
"You'd let me stay?" The girl asked, somewhat suspiciously.
"Of course." Bilbo replied. "Right, Frodo?"
Frodo nodded. "Right."
"So," Bilbo said, "Yet another resident added to Bag End."
"But Bilbo," Frodo said smiling, "What are we to call this new resident? She cannot go nameless."
"Right you are, Frodo. Well little one, what should we call you?"
The girl's eyes shut, and she squinted a little, then she said, "Zephyr, call me Zephyr."
"Alright Zephyr, what say we go through all the legalities and have you adopted into this family?"
"Yes, please." she replied. Well, this was a day, for the first time she could remember, she had a home, a family, a future.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Zephyr took well to her new environment. Over the years, she grew very close to Frodo, her `brother', and he to her. Time came that they were quite inseperable.
Zephyr also had quite a taste for mischief, so naturally, she became very close to Frodo's trouble-making cousins, Merry Brandybuck, and Pippin Took.