Disclaimer: I do not own the characters or the setting, but the plot is mine. The characters and setting belong to the great J.R.R. Tolkien.
Author's Note: This is my first Frodo/Gandalf story. It is pre-LotR and non-slash!
The End and Beginning of it All
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Chapter 1: A Big Person!
The fresh green grass sways in the wind and tickles the young hobbit's feet. The grass is like a soft bed underneath his body. His hands are clasped behind his head. The breeze grows stronger and causes the leaves of the trees to give off a rustling, yet peaceful feeling noise. The sun kisses his brown curls, giving them a tint of gold. The blue sky matches the color of his eyes. White fluffy clouds dot the sky, some taking on shapes of fellow hobbits, animals, and objects. The hobbit, Frodo, shuts his eyes, the fresh air tempting him to have a nap.
He has lived here in Hobbiton for three years now. It is different from living at Brandy Hall. With so many relatives living together it was very noisy. But even being around so many other hobbits, Frodo was lonely and felt isolated. He never had any real friends and still doesn't – except for Sam. Even though Sam is much younger than Frodo, Frodo has welcomed the young Gamgee's company. He and Sam have been inseparable since their first meeting. They get along very well, and young Samwise is one who understands the young Baggins.
Yes. Since moving into Bag End from Brandy Hall, Frodo has experienced happiness again. The love and care of his cousin "Uncle" Bilbo and, of course, his friendship with Sam has brought real sunshine back into his world after so much time.
A soft sound reaches Frodo's ears, causing them to perk up. He opens his eyes and sits up curiously. He hears the sound again -- it sounds like singing, though mumbled. No longer interested in sleep, he stands up and takes off through the trees; he jumps over a small stream, and races down a small hill. A road runs along the edge of the hill. The tweenager hides behind a tree near the bottom of the hill and watches the road with wondering eyes.
The singing comes closer. Frodo recognizes the song, for it is one Bilbo has hummed occasionally. The lad also hears the creaking of wheels and the sound of hoofs walking along the road before the wagon comes into view.
The wagon looks like the wagons that hobbits ride in, only much bigger. In the back of the wagon is a large staff. And the brown horse that pulls the wagon is a very large beast in the hobbit's eyes. He could walk under the horse without having to bend his head. But what has the lad's attention the most is the person driving the wagon. Large hands hold the reins. The person is dressed in long grey robs. A pointy blue hat rests on the head. Long grey hair drapes over the broad shoulders. A beard reaches down to his waist.
From his position, Frodo cannot see the Big Person's face, but is in complete awe of this sight, nonetheless. He watches -- with ever-widening eyes -- the wagon and the Big Person until both are out of sight and the singing no longer reach his ears.
Frodo comes from his hiding place, jumps off the edge of the hill onto the road, and stares at where he caught his last glimpse of the wagon, horse, and Big Person. He has never seen a Big Person in Hobbiton -- or in the Shire either -- before. He has only heard about them from Bilbo's stories. Perhaps Bilbo would know who he is. Bilbo knows about the entire goings-on in the Shire and other lands. He has always had a deep interest in what happens outside the Shire.
Excitement suddenly rushes through Frodo. Why didn't he think of it before?! Maybe the Big Person is Bilbo's dear friend, Gandalf, the wizard! Frodo stays still, shaking with merriment at the possibility he has seen the famous wizard unknowingly. He must ask Bilbo if he is correct in guessing who the Big Person is.
He looks up at the sky and suddenly realizes how late it is getting. Frodo then starts walking down the road towards home.
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