Christina: Hey guys. Well, I couldn't live with myself the way the story
was, so-
Bunny: NO! Don't do it, Christina-chan!
Christina: - I had to remove the story and re-type it.
Bunny: Oh. Ok. Never mind.
Christina: -_-' Thanks for caring, but you scare me sometimes. Any way, here's the story (again).
Disclaimer: I do not own any part or characters of LOTR. They belong to Mr. J.R.R. Tolkien and his son, Christopher Tolkien.
Claimer: I do, however, own the character Kico (kee-koh).
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Hello. My name is Kico Primula Baggins. You probably don't know me. You must know Frodo, though. You see, he's my twin brother. He's older than me by three minutes and twelve seconds. Keep that in mind; it will come in handy later.
My uncle Bilbo once was an explorer. His journeys took him up through the Misty Mountains, where he found a magic ring. This tale will tell you how Frodo and I came by the ring and about our quest to destroy it.
I suppose it started on a beautiful September day. Bilbo's birthday, come to think of it. Frodo and I were sitting under some trees near our home in the Shire. I was finishing some needlepoint, which I was always behind on because I hated needlepoint with a passion. Any way, I was sewing, and Frodo was reading, when we heard a cart coming up the road. I looked up and my eyes met Frodo's. Then, we heard some singing. We stood up and listened closer. The voice belonged to our dear friend Gandalf the Grey. We ran down a hill to meet him. I suppose I must've looked positively ridiculous, running as I was with my hair not done and without a bonnet. I never cared for such things (I still don't, actually). Any way, we met Gandalf at the bottom of the hill.
" You're late," Frodo and I said together. We have always said certain things together.
Gandalf stopped his cart.
" A wizard is never late, Frodo and Kico Baggins." He looked up at us. "Nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to."
The pair of us had our arms folded in front of us, trying to look serious. It didn't last much longer. Pretty soon, all three of us were laughing.
" It's wonderful to see you!" Frodo said as he jumped in the cart.
I followed my brother's lead and jumped in after him.
" It's wonderful to see you, too, my dear children." Gandalf said as he caught us.
Gandalf started the cart moving again, now sharing a seat with two eager twin hobbits.
" Where have you been?" I asked.
" What news from the outside world?" Frodo said.
" I want to know." I said " So do I."
Tell us everything!" we said together.
" Everything? A bit curious for hobbits. Most unnatural." Gandalf said to us with a chuckle.
He proceeded to tell us that things were basically the same; people barely knew the existence of hobbits and all that. A few hobbit children started chasing the cart, no doubt wanting a fireworks show or some magic tricks from Gandalf. He lit up a few fireworks and we went on talking.
He wanted to know how Bilbo was. We told him that he had the whole place in an uproar and that half of the Shire was invited to his big birthday party. We insisted that Bilbo was hiding something.
" Oh really," Gandalf said.
" Alright, keep your secrets," we replied. We continued to ride and talk until at last, we had gotten far from where we were before Gandalf came. Frodo and, certainly, myself would have been thought ungrateful, forgetful, irresponsible, etc. if we had left the things there in the woods.
" We're glad your back," Frodo said. I nodded.
" So am I, dear children." He mumbled something after that, but we couldn't catch it. I think he went to visit Bilbo, but I can't be sure. We went to fetch our things. After that, we decided to go and see how the set up of Bilbo's party was going. The place looked beautiful. We met our kin there, Meriadoc Brandybuck, and Peregrin Took, or Merry and Pippin for short. I'm sure they were up to something. They were always up to something back then. I think they've grown up a bit since then. Any way, we didn't stay long. I wanted to go and get ready for the party. Frodo wanted to visit some people. So, we parted ways. Ahead of time, I stored some of my clothes at one of my friend's houses. This particular friend, June, was always good at helping me get dressed.
Getting dressed was always like an adventure. I'd go over to her house, she'd offer me something to eat, I'd usually refuse politely, we'd go into her room and pick out which dresses we would where and which bonnets went best with them (I usually skipped that part). We would slip off the dresses we had on and we would help each other into the new dresses.
There I go again. This tale is not about my friends and me getting ready for a party. Let's skip forward a few hours, shall we?
Seven o'clock came around nice enough. Everybody who was invited came to the Party Field. Music began to play and people began to dance. Gandalf arrived with Bilbo shortly after. I was asked to dance many times that night. I love to dance, but the best dance partner I ever had was Frodo.
Back then, the Shire used to hold biannual dance competitions at the Summer and Winter Festivals. Frodo and I used to enter and we usually won.
Please excuse me. If you haven't noticed, I tend to get sidetracked a lot. Any way, the party got under way. Everyone appeared to have fun. Frodo and I danced. We eventually got our friend and gardener, Samwise Gamgee, or Sam, to dance with Rosie Cotton (I think he fancied her). As I suspected, Merry and Pippin were up to no good. They stole one of Gandalf's big firecrackers and lit it. It transformed into a giant dragon and scared everyone almost witless. Luckily, it exploded and it was beautiful. Gandalf had Merry and Pippin on dish duties the rest of the night. Bilbo continued to tell stories of his adventures to the children. Eventually, in good hobbit-fashion, we wanted a speech from Bilbo.
He got up on the podium and started talking.
" My dear Baggins and Boffins." Well, you get the idea. He made a splendid speech, until he hesitated. He took something out of his pocket and put his hands behind his back.
" I regret to announce this is the end. I'm going now," he said. Bilbo looked right at Frodo and me.
" Good-bye." He disappeared.
Mayhem and chaos followed. Everybody gasped and then they got up to look for him. In a hobbit's mind, people didn't simply disappear. So, naturally, he must have fallen, or run really fast, or something.
Neither Frodo nor I got up. We were too shocked. I looked up and noticed that Gandalf was nowhere to be seen. Eventually we got up and feebly looked for our uncle.
"Where could he have gone?" I asked.
"Maybe home?" Frodo suggested.
The answer hit us both like a ton of bricks.
" He's leaving!" we cried.
Frodo and I sprinted home. Once again, I realize I must've looked foolish, but in times like that, one doesn't really care what one looks like.
We called Bilbo's name, hoping maybe to meet him before he left. We burst through the door to find that he was not there. On the floor, however, we noticed a ring. Frodo picked it up and looked at me. I shrugged and I noticed that someone was in the sitting room. It was Gandalf.
Frodo and I walked and spoke to him.
" He's gone, hasn't he?" Frodo asked.
" He talked for so long about leaving, I didn't think he'd do it." I said.
" Nor did I," Frodo said.
We got right up to him. It appeared as though Gandalf didn't really see us; that we didn't exist. I believe he was deep in thought, although I could be wrong.
" Gandalf?" we asked.
He stirred and looked at us and then at the ring in Frodo's hand.
"Bilbo's ring," he said with a little laugh. " He's gone to stay with the elves. He's left you both Bag End..." He held out an open envelope. Frodo put the ring inside it. Gandalf quickly took it and sealed it.
" .along with all of his possessions," he finished. He handed Frodo the sealed envelope. He got up and started for the door.
" Where are you going?" I asked.
" To see the head of my order. He is both wise and powerful. He will know what to do."
" But you only just arrived!" Frodo exclaimed.
" I don't understand," we said together.
Gandalf had grabbed his hat and his staff and was about to go out the door when he stopped. He turned to look at us.
" Neither do I."
He put his hands on our shoulders.
" Keep it secret. Keep it safe." He turned and left.
Frodo and I looked at the envelope and then at each other. We were both very confused.
Bunny: NO! Don't do it, Christina-chan!
Christina: - I had to remove the story and re-type it.
Bunny: Oh. Ok. Never mind.
Christina: -_-' Thanks for caring, but you scare me sometimes. Any way, here's the story (again).
Disclaimer: I do not own any part or characters of LOTR. They belong to Mr. J.R.R. Tolkien and his son, Christopher Tolkien.
Claimer: I do, however, own the character Kico (kee-koh).
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Hello. My name is Kico Primula Baggins. You probably don't know me. You must know Frodo, though. You see, he's my twin brother. He's older than me by three minutes and twelve seconds. Keep that in mind; it will come in handy later.
My uncle Bilbo once was an explorer. His journeys took him up through the Misty Mountains, where he found a magic ring. This tale will tell you how Frodo and I came by the ring and about our quest to destroy it.
I suppose it started on a beautiful September day. Bilbo's birthday, come to think of it. Frodo and I were sitting under some trees near our home in the Shire. I was finishing some needlepoint, which I was always behind on because I hated needlepoint with a passion. Any way, I was sewing, and Frodo was reading, when we heard a cart coming up the road. I looked up and my eyes met Frodo's. Then, we heard some singing. We stood up and listened closer. The voice belonged to our dear friend Gandalf the Grey. We ran down a hill to meet him. I suppose I must've looked positively ridiculous, running as I was with my hair not done and without a bonnet. I never cared for such things (I still don't, actually). Any way, we met Gandalf at the bottom of the hill.
" You're late," Frodo and I said together. We have always said certain things together.
Gandalf stopped his cart.
" A wizard is never late, Frodo and Kico Baggins." He looked up at us. "Nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to."
The pair of us had our arms folded in front of us, trying to look serious. It didn't last much longer. Pretty soon, all three of us were laughing.
" It's wonderful to see you!" Frodo said as he jumped in the cart.
I followed my brother's lead and jumped in after him.
" It's wonderful to see you, too, my dear children." Gandalf said as he caught us.
Gandalf started the cart moving again, now sharing a seat with two eager twin hobbits.
" Where have you been?" I asked.
" What news from the outside world?" Frodo said.
" I want to know." I said " So do I."
Tell us everything!" we said together.
" Everything? A bit curious for hobbits. Most unnatural." Gandalf said to us with a chuckle.
He proceeded to tell us that things were basically the same; people barely knew the existence of hobbits and all that. A few hobbit children started chasing the cart, no doubt wanting a fireworks show or some magic tricks from Gandalf. He lit up a few fireworks and we went on talking.
He wanted to know how Bilbo was. We told him that he had the whole place in an uproar and that half of the Shire was invited to his big birthday party. We insisted that Bilbo was hiding something.
" Oh really," Gandalf said.
" Alright, keep your secrets," we replied. We continued to ride and talk until at last, we had gotten far from where we were before Gandalf came. Frodo and, certainly, myself would have been thought ungrateful, forgetful, irresponsible, etc. if we had left the things there in the woods.
" We're glad your back," Frodo said. I nodded.
" So am I, dear children." He mumbled something after that, but we couldn't catch it. I think he went to visit Bilbo, but I can't be sure. We went to fetch our things. After that, we decided to go and see how the set up of Bilbo's party was going. The place looked beautiful. We met our kin there, Meriadoc Brandybuck, and Peregrin Took, or Merry and Pippin for short. I'm sure they were up to something. They were always up to something back then. I think they've grown up a bit since then. Any way, we didn't stay long. I wanted to go and get ready for the party. Frodo wanted to visit some people. So, we parted ways. Ahead of time, I stored some of my clothes at one of my friend's houses. This particular friend, June, was always good at helping me get dressed.
Getting dressed was always like an adventure. I'd go over to her house, she'd offer me something to eat, I'd usually refuse politely, we'd go into her room and pick out which dresses we would where and which bonnets went best with them (I usually skipped that part). We would slip off the dresses we had on and we would help each other into the new dresses.
There I go again. This tale is not about my friends and me getting ready for a party. Let's skip forward a few hours, shall we?
Seven o'clock came around nice enough. Everybody who was invited came to the Party Field. Music began to play and people began to dance. Gandalf arrived with Bilbo shortly after. I was asked to dance many times that night. I love to dance, but the best dance partner I ever had was Frodo.
Back then, the Shire used to hold biannual dance competitions at the Summer and Winter Festivals. Frodo and I used to enter and we usually won.
Please excuse me. If you haven't noticed, I tend to get sidetracked a lot. Any way, the party got under way. Everyone appeared to have fun. Frodo and I danced. We eventually got our friend and gardener, Samwise Gamgee, or Sam, to dance with Rosie Cotton (I think he fancied her). As I suspected, Merry and Pippin were up to no good. They stole one of Gandalf's big firecrackers and lit it. It transformed into a giant dragon and scared everyone almost witless. Luckily, it exploded and it was beautiful. Gandalf had Merry and Pippin on dish duties the rest of the night. Bilbo continued to tell stories of his adventures to the children. Eventually, in good hobbit-fashion, we wanted a speech from Bilbo.
He got up on the podium and started talking.
" My dear Baggins and Boffins." Well, you get the idea. He made a splendid speech, until he hesitated. He took something out of his pocket and put his hands behind his back.
" I regret to announce this is the end. I'm going now," he said. Bilbo looked right at Frodo and me.
" Good-bye." He disappeared.
Mayhem and chaos followed. Everybody gasped and then they got up to look for him. In a hobbit's mind, people didn't simply disappear. So, naturally, he must have fallen, or run really fast, or something.
Neither Frodo nor I got up. We were too shocked. I looked up and noticed that Gandalf was nowhere to be seen. Eventually we got up and feebly looked for our uncle.
"Where could he have gone?" I asked.
"Maybe home?" Frodo suggested.
The answer hit us both like a ton of bricks.
" He's leaving!" we cried.
Frodo and I sprinted home. Once again, I realize I must've looked foolish, but in times like that, one doesn't really care what one looks like.
We called Bilbo's name, hoping maybe to meet him before he left. We burst through the door to find that he was not there. On the floor, however, we noticed a ring. Frodo picked it up and looked at me. I shrugged and I noticed that someone was in the sitting room. It was Gandalf.
Frodo and I walked and spoke to him.
" He's gone, hasn't he?" Frodo asked.
" He talked for so long about leaving, I didn't think he'd do it." I said.
" Nor did I," Frodo said.
We got right up to him. It appeared as though Gandalf didn't really see us; that we didn't exist. I believe he was deep in thought, although I could be wrong.
" Gandalf?" we asked.
He stirred and looked at us and then at the ring in Frodo's hand.
"Bilbo's ring," he said with a little laugh. " He's gone to stay with the elves. He's left you both Bag End..." He held out an open envelope. Frodo put the ring inside it. Gandalf quickly took it and sealed it.
" .along with all of his possessions," he finished. He handed Frodo the sealed envelope. He got up and started for the door.
" Where are you going?" I asked.
" To see the head of my order. He is both wise and powerful. He will know what to do."
" But you only just arrived!" Frodo exclaimed.
" I don't understand," we said together.
Gandalf had grabbed his hat and his staff and was about to go out the door when he stopped. He turned to look at us.
" Neither do I."
He put his hands on our shoulders.
" Keep it secret. Keep it safe." He turned and left.
Frodo and I looked at the envelope and then at each other. We were both very confused.