A/N Well I hope you enjoyed the first Chapter, this will probably be a
series, If you actually like it. In all honesty Its not my best work (none
of It is REALLY that good)
But it's fun, and for spirits sake PLEASE Read and review!!!!
Anyway on with Chapter 2
uChapter 2: /u
The stars shown bright as diamonds in the dusky cobalt sky, the moon winking peacefully at the weary travelers. Yawning, Bilbo gazed over at the bundle of blankets cuddled into the corner of the rickety wooden cart carrying all of his nephews' belongings; he looked adorable cuddled up like a cold puppy. Recalling earlier hours, a brilliant smile spread across the elderly Hobbit's face, Frodo had been so thrilled, his face shone as bright as the sun brighter if that was possible.
i Bilbo rested in a rickety wooden rocker, the warmth of the fireplace wrapping around him like a snug blanket, a mug of ale clutched in his hand. Silence, it was an odd sensation in the sanctity of Brandyhall, even with the smallest children tucked beneath their quilts.
"'ncle Beblo?" A quiet voice broke through the air, Bilbo turned and saw the familiar pair of azure eyes, not more then a foot from the tip of his nose. The child, hair bedraggled and clothes wrinkled, stood before him nervously clutching the comfort blanket made by his mother close to his chest.
"Frodo lad, it's terribly late, what brought you from out your warm quilts?" Frowning, Frodo climbed onto his uncles' lap, nestling again the soft warm chest. His uncles' heartbeat soothed him, just as his mothers did.
"Dweams were scawy" Frodo whispered, his lip quivering. Bilbo's arms wrapped seculey around him, giving him assurance that nothing could hurt him if Bilbo was around. Frodo cuddled closer, making Bilbo's smile return. The hobbit placed a gentle kiss on the little ones forehead, stroking his head and playing with his chocolate curls.
"Comfortable?" Frodo nodded groggily and Bilbo chuckled "Excellent, now tell Uncle Bilbo all about your scary dream." A yawn broke from the young hobbits lips as his eyelids drooped. Lulled by the stead drum of his uncles heart, Frodo hardly managed to stay awake.
"I dweamed dat mean pwople in bwack clowaks twied to gwab me and take me away." Bilbo stroked his matted hair rocking him gently.
"On my honor, I promise that no one shall take you. Why don't you scurry off to bed, we have a long way to travel tomorrow, Hobbiton is a lengthy way away from here." Shaking his head, the hobbit toddler buried his head further into the crook of Bilbo's arm.
"Can I sweep wid 'ou 'onight?" Looking into the sapphire eyes of his nephew, Bilbo felt any resistance he had towards the idea crumble like rock into the sea. Sighing deafeatedly, Bilbo nodded stretching out, Frodo cuddled into his side, face buried in his uncles' arms. Making himself comfortable as well, Bilbo laid his head atop his nephews and drifted to sleep, unaware of the music his heartbeat played for the distraught child.
Waking from a restful sleep, Bilbo discovered his face buried in a pass of russet tresses, disorientated the old hobbit attempted to recall the previous night. Memories of his nephew fallings asleep in his arms came to him, and he smiled lovingly down at the sleeping youngster. /i
A similar smile was spreading across his face, years it had been since he had fallen in love with another Hobbit, yet he could never remember loving another as muchas he loved little Frodo. Having barley known the youngster a day, he already felt inclined to love him, protect him, even give his life for him should the time come when the little one needed his help.
"Though" Bilbo whispered to himself 'He does already need me, he needs love, a family." With all his heart, Bilbo hoped he could give the hobbit toddler what he deserved in life.
The sun had risen just above the range of the Misty mountains as Hobbiton rose from the mist before them, Frodo yawned and muttered incoherent words in his sleep. Bilbo fought desperately to remain opened eyed as he bid the pony onward, hobbit holes appeared and rays of golden light fell upon rounded doors and large windows.
Full of color and life were the gardens, diamond dew drops hung like jewels from silken petals all colors the imagination could dream up. Emeralds, sapphires, rubies and pearls appeared to spring from the ground, their colors more fantastic then all other blooms. Pinks and baby yellows reflected the spectacular sunrise before the, looking as though the sunrise was a painting, and it's wonderful colors fell onto these particular blossoms. Fields of Hobbit weed, potatoes, and corn stretched to the horizon, promising a crop enough to supply all of Hobbiton for the bitter cold months.
Rising steadily, the road climbed up the last large hill of their Journey. Resting at the bottom of the final hill sat Bag End, home. Exhausted from the terrible exertion, the old pony struggled during the climb. Finally, after coaxing the pony slowly to the top, Bilbo looked down upon the roof of beautiful Bag End. Glancing Backwards, Bilbo saw Frodo stir slightly, but not wake.
Bag End was as always well tended, during his visit he saw that the servant of the hole had painte the fence and tended the flowers. Deciding against unloading until Frodo was settled, Bilbo lifted the toddler from the wagon and took him into the study, laying him on the armchair beside the fireplace. After lighting a roaring fire in the grate, Bilbo snuck off, making haste so as to finish his scheme before the child awoke.
Dusk had set in, though the stars did not shine this night, dark rain clouds overshadowed the small hobbit holes, and large farm lands. Wind whistled through the leaves of old oak trees, shaking aged branches against the window panes. Pounding on the door startled a hectic Bilbo. Wrenching it open, Bilbo beamed at the knocker standing inside so as to let them in.
"Bell! Such a pleasant surprise, might I ask the business of this lovely business?" A lovely woman crowned with curly golden locks smiled, adjusting a large, squirming bundle in her arms.
"Horrible news Mr. Bilbo sir, the boys have taken ill, all 'cept this scalawag here" The woman said placing the bundle on the cold floor, a head of curly gold hair peeked from inside the warmth of the cloak. Bilbo's famous grin spread and he grabbed the little creature in the bundle swinging it about playfully, the little one inside emitting a joyus squeal when he was placed in Bilbo's arms. Grayish-greedn eyes stared into his own Hazel and a little hand reached up grabbing a fistful of white hair.
"Bebo" the one-year old infant squealed "Bebo pay" probing fingers tickled the little ones belly eliciting another happy shriek
"How's my Sammy boy today?" Bilbo cooed to the little Samwise
"Heathly, more then I can say for his brothers and sisters" Bell interjected smiling warmly "Mr Bilbo would I be above my station to ask a favor of you?" A chuckle sprung from Bilbo;s mouth
" As a servant, yes. As my dear friend I would walk the oceans for you on that note ask away!"
"I do not want Sam falling ill as well, him being as young as he is, would you watch him this eve? It would give a chance for that new boy of yours to become aquainted with my little darling here." Bell said
"A fantastic Idea Bell my dear, Of course I watch the rascal. As for Frodo, the two will get along famously I'm positive of that. Now hurry back to your family, a nasty storm is brewing and we wouldn't want you caught up in it." Thanking the old hobbit profusely, Bell bid him farewell sweeping out the garden gate and down the lane.
Bringing the infant inside, Bilbo sat Samwise on the floor beside frodo's chair,
"Now Sammy boy, be very quiet Frodo's sleeping, and he can't wake quite yet" Putting a finger to his lips to enforce his point, Bilbo swept silently from the room. Cpnfused at having been left alone, Sam pulled himself up holding on tightly to the arm of the large chair, the hobbit boy sleeping peacefully in the chair was a stranger to the little one. Testing, Sam put a tiny hand on Frodo's slightly larger hand smiling at the warmth radiating from it.
Frodo stirred, a gentle tapping on his hand, wondering if it was drizzling on his hand, frodo opened a single bleary eye and was surprised to see a young hobbit-infant, not stars and rain as he had expected to wake to. The little one seemed intent to play with his finger and Frodo let him, fascinated with the young hobbit.
"On, tu, twee" the golden hair child whispered, frodo shifted slightly, startling the baby from it's private game. Guilty at having scared the little fellow , Frodo patted his head awkwardly.
"'ello im Fwodo, 'ho are 'ou?" the question was simple, yet seemded to puzzle the babe
"Fwo oh?" the child questioned, and frodo shook his head no
"Fwodo"
"Fwo oh!" the infant cried happily, Despite his arivation at the mispronuonciation frodo could not help but smile at the soy on the infants face
"Fwo oh dats wight, whats you 'ame?" repeating it jolted a memoery of having asked before in the infants mind
"Sam!" the babe cried hugging Frodo's arm, again Frodo patted the child's head unsure of what to do with him.
""ice to meet you Sam" Frodo said
"'ike fwo oh!" same cried happily
And so was the formation of the friendship between Frodo Baggins and Samwise Gamgee, later known as the friendship of life, as their friendship gave them life to survive horrendous conditions in Mordor.
A/N Be ready for the next chapter coming soon! Read and Review!!!
Anyway on with Chapter 2
uChapter 2: /u
The stars shown bright as diamonds in the dusky cobalt sky, the moon winking peacefully at the weary travelers. Yawning, Bilbo gazed over at the bundle of blankets cuddled into the corner of the rickety wooden cart carrying all of his nephews' belongings; he looked adorable cuddled up like a cold puppy. Recalling earlier hours, a brilliant smile spread across the elderly Hobbit's face, Frodo had been so thrilled, his face shone as bright as the sun brighter if that was possible.
i Bilbo rested in a rickety wooden rocker, the warmth of the fireplace wrapping around him like a snug blanket, a mug of ale clutched in his hand. Silence, it was an odd sensation in the sanctity of Brandyhall, even with the smallest children tucked beneath their quilts.
"'ncle Beblo?" A quiet voice broke through the air, Bilbo turned and saw the familiar pair of azure eyes, not more then a foot from the tip of his nose. The child, hair bedraggled and clothes wrinkled, stood before him nervously clutching the comfort blanket made by his mother close to his chest.
"Frodo lad, it's terribly late, what brought you from out your warm quilts?" Frowning, Frodo climbed onto his uncles' lap, nestling again the soft warm chest. His uncles' heartbeat soothed him, just as his mothers did.
"Dweams were scawy" Frodo whispered, his lip quivering. Bilbo's arms wrapped seculey around him, giving him assurance that nothing could hurt him if Bilbo was around. Frodo cuddled closer, making Bilbo's smile return. The hobbit placed a gentle kiss on the little ones forehead, stroking his head and playing with his chocolate curls.
"Comfortable?" Frodo nodded groggily and Bilbo chuckled "Excellent, now tell Uncle Bilbo all about your scary dream." A yawn broke from the young hobbits lips as his eyelids drooped. Lulled by the stead drum of his uncles heart, Frodo hardly managed to stay awake.
"I dweamed dat mean pwople in bwack clowaks twied to gwab me and take me away." Bilbo stroked his matted hair rocking him gently.
"On my honor, I promise that no one shall take you. Why don't you scurry off to bed, we have a long way to travel tomorrow, Hobbiton is a lengthy way away from here." Shaking his head, the hobbit toddler buried his head further into the crook of Bilbo's arm.
"Can I sweep wid 'ou 'onight?" Looking into the sapphire eyes of his nephew, Bilbo felt any resistance he had towards the idea crumble like rock into the sea. Sighing deafeatedly, Bilbo nodded stretching out, Frodo cuddled into his side, face buried in his uncles' arms. Making himself comfortable as well, Bilbo laid his head atop his nephews and drifted to sleep, unaware of the music his heartbeat played for the distraught child.
Waking from a restful sleep, Bilbo discovered his face buried in a pass of russet tresses, disorientated the old hobbit attempted to recall the previous night. Memories of his nephew fallings asleep in his arms came to him, and he smiled lovingly down at the sleeping youngster. /i
A similar smile was spreading across his face, years it had been since he had fallen in love with another Hobbit, yet he could never remember loving another as muchas he loved little Frodo. Having barley known the youngster a day, he already felt inclined to love him, protect him, even give his life for him should the time come when the little one needed his help.
"Though" Bilbo whispered to himself 'He does already need me, he needs love, a family." With all his heart, Bilbo hoped he could give the hobbit toddler what he deserved in life.
The sun had risen just above the range of the Misty mountains as Hobbiton rose from the mist before them, Frodo yawned and muttered incoherent words in his sleep. Bilbo fought desperately to remain opened eyed as he bid the pony onward, hobbit holes appeared and rays of golden light fell upon rounded doors and large windows.
Full of color and life were the gardens, diamond dew drops hung like jewels from silken petals all colors the imagination could dream up. Emeralds, sapphires, rubies and pearls appeared to spring from the ground, their colors more fantastic then all other blooms. Pinks and baby yellows reflected the spectacular sunrise before the, looking as though the sunrise was a painting, and it's wonderful colors fell onto these particular blossoms. Fields of Hobbit weed, potatoes, and corn stretched to the horizon, promising a crop enough to supply all of Hobbiton for the bitter cold months.
Rising steadily, the road climbed up the last large hill of their Journey. Resting at the bottom of the final hill sat Bag End, home. Exhausted from the terrible exertion, the old pony struggled during the climb. Finally, after coaxing the pony slowly to the top, Bilbo looked down upon the roof of beautiful Bag End. Glancing Backwards, Bilbo saw Frodo stir slightly, but not wake.
Bag End was as always well tended, during his visit he saw that the servant of the hole had painte the fence and tended the flowers. Deciding against unloading until Frodo was settled, Bilbo lifted the toddler from the wagon and took him into the study, laying him on the armchair beside the fireplace. After lighting a roaring fire in the grate, Bilbo snuck off, making haste so as to finish his scheme before the child awoke.
Dusk had set in, though the stars did not shine this night, dark rain clouds overshadowed the small hobbit holes, and large farm lands. Wind whistled through the leaves of old oak trees, shaking aged branches against the window panes. Pounding on the door startled a hectic Bilbo. Wrenching it open, Bilbo beamed at the knocker standing inside so as to let them in.
"Bell! Such a pleasant surprise, might I ask the business of this lovely business?" A lovely woman crowned with curly golden locks smiled, adjusting a large, squirming bundle in her arms.
"Horrible news Mr. Bilbo sir, the boys have taken ill, all 'cept this scalawag here" The woman said placing the bundle on the cold floor, a head of curly gold hair peeked from inside the warmth of the cloak. Bilbo's famous grin spread and he grabbed the little creature in the bundle swinging it about playfully, the little one inside emitting a joyus squeal when he was placed in Bilbo's arms. Grayish-greedn eyes stared into his own Hazel and a little hand reached up grabbing a fistful of white hair.
"Bebo" the one-year old infant squealed "Bebo pay" probing fingers tickled the little ones belly eliciting another happy shriek
"How's my Sammy boy today?" Bilbo cooed to the little Samwise
"Heathly, more then I can say for his brothers and sisters" Bell interjected smiling warmly "Mr Bilbo would I be above my station to ask a favor of you?" A chuckle sprung from Bilbo;s mouth
" As a servant, yes. As my dear friend I would walk the oceans for you on that note ask away!"
"I do not want Sam falling ill as well, him being as young as he is, would you watch him this eve? It would give a chance for that new boy of yours to become aquainted with my little darling here." Bell said
"A fantastic Idea Bell my dear, Of course I watch the rascal. As for Frodo, the two will get along famously I'm positive of that. Now hurry back to your family, a nasty storm is brewing and we wouldn't want you caught up in it." Thanking the old hobbit profusely, Bell bid him farewell sweeping out the garden gate and down the lane.
Bringing the infant inside, Bilbo sat Samwise on the floor beside frodo's chair,
"Now Sammy boy, be very quiet Frodo's sleeping, and he can't wake quite yet" Putting a finger to his lips to enforce his point, Bilbo swept silently from the room. Cpnfused at having been left alone, Sam pulled himself up holding on tightly to the arm of the large chair, the hobbit boy sleeping peacefully in the chair was a stranger to the little one. Testing, Sam put a tiny hand on Frodo's slightly larger hand smiling at the warmth radiating from it.
Frodo stirred, a gentle tapping on his hand, wondering if it was drizzling on his hand, frodo opened a single bleary eye and was surprised to see a young hobbit-infant, not stars and rain as he had expected to wake to. The little one seemed intent to play with his finger and Frodo let him, fascinated with the young hobbit.
"On, tu, twee" the golden hair child whispered, frodo shifted slightly, startling the baby from it's private game. Guilty at having scared the little fellow , Frodo patted his head awkwardly.
"'ello im Fwodo, 'ho are 'ou?" the question was simple, yet seemded to puzzle the babe
"Fwo oh?" the child questioned, and frodo shook his head no
"Fwodo"
"Fwo oh!" the infant cried happily, Despite his arivation at the mispronuonciation frodo could not help but smile at the soy on the infants face
"Fwo oh dats wight, whats you 'ame?" repeating it jolted a memoery of having asked before in the infants mind
"Sam!" the babe cried hugging Frodo's arm, again Frodo patted the child's head unsure of what to do with him.
""ice to meet you Sam" Frodo said
"'ike fwo oh!" same cried happily
And so was the formation of the friendship between Frodo Baggins and Samwise Gamgee, later known as the friendship of life, as their friendship gave them life to survive horrendous conditions in Mordor.
A/N Be ready for the next chapter coming soon! Read and Review!!!