Disclaimer: Before I only owned one thing in the chapter (J.R.R. Tolkein owned the rest) I now own two things! Lairë is mine! All mine! I created her therefore she is mine! Muahahahahahahaha *laughs evily for a long time*

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There was a knock at Bag End. Frodo looked up from his broom and Sam stopped rummaging through the cupboards looking for more food. They watched as Bilbo got up and answered the door.

"Rosie Cotton, come in lassie, come in. Sam and Frodo are in the kitchen." At these words Sam blushed and Frodo started to laugh. Rosie didn't come into the kitchen however.

"This is my friend *Lairë." They heard her say.

"Is that an elvish name?" Bilbo asked.

"Yes," They heard Lairë answer.

"It's an elf," Sam said, jumping up and down. "An elf!" The two girls walked inot the kitchen.

"Elf, Elf, Elf," he said, running over to the girls. "Elf, Elf, Elf!" Frodo looked curiously at Sam, then at Rosie and Lairë. Uninterested he turned around and picked up his broom.

"Pretty Girl," he murmured. "Pretty Girl."

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After what had seemed like forever, Merry and Pippin finally stopped arguing. They were headed to Bag End, discussing how they should market their light bulb/ bulb of light.

"I think we should make one for eveyr hobbit in the Shir," Pippin said.

"I think we should make more than one for eveyr one in the Shire," Merry answered.

"But why would we give them away for free? We should sell these bulbs of light and get something out of our hard work." Pippin winked at Merry. They were silenced as they though about how they got the bulb full of light/ light bulb.

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There was yet again a knock on the door at Bag End. This time no one looked up from what they were doing knowing that Bilbo would answer the door. Indeed, Bilbo did answer the door and Merry and Pippin walked inside.

"Hye Frodo, Sam," Merry sadi.

"Hello Merry & Pippin," Sam returned.

"Go away!" Frodo yelled. "You are not goign to steal my Pretty Girl away form me ever!" He turned around and took his broom into the other room.

"Well, before Frodo becomes to possesive of the broom, I have to ask-" Merry held up the lightbulb. "-Should we call this a bulb of light of a lightbulb?"

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* Summer in Quenua a Gray- Elven language.