Okay, the next few chapters are going to be kinda rushed and not *quite* like the book. I'd just like to apologize and state my case: I didn't want to make everyone wait like nine years before Frodo left because that would get *really* boring. So I made them wait just a few weeks instead. Okay, now, if you still feel the need to flame me, and yell at me, and beat me up, go ahead. But please don't, ya, okay, I'm just rambling on now and not everyone reads these dumb things at the beginning anyway. O, and I'd also like to apologize for the way Sam talks, I know he's not really that stupid, but I've always pictured him talking like a not quite so smart person. I'm soooo sorry Sammy!

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Over the next several weeks many more meetings were held. Flavia listened in on all of their secret councils. No new information was passed though. until one night, when Sam said that Gandalf had come back.

"Frodo and me, we was coming back from a party, he said goodbye to me, and went to his house, he did. So I snuck around and peeked in the window to make sure I didn't miss nuthin'. It was all dark like in there, and I could see Mr. Frodo looking kinda scared. Then a hand shot out of the darkness and grabbed him by the shoulder. Then I saw that it was just Gandalf.

"the window was already open and Gandalf asked 'im if 'it was secret? It was safe?' Frodo went to his chest and pulled out an envelope which Gandalf plum chucked into the fire. He took it out and placed the ring in Frodo's hands. Then I saw some weird elvish words appear.

"Frodo told ol' Gandalf about 'em and Gandalf started explaining about the Ring and all. I don't remember all he said, but Gollum or somebody knows he's got it, and Frodo's got to leave the Shire. He's got to sell his lovely house the S-B's and go to Rivendell to see the elves!!"

Before Sam could go any further with his narrative, Merry and Pippin both jumped up in protest. "He *CAN'T* sell Bag End to *them*!! Pippin exclaimed. He was quickly shushed by the others.

"Why must he leave?" Merry asked aloud, though the question was meant to be rhetorical.

"If I may be allowed to continue?" Sam glared at the two and they nodded their curly heads and sat back down. "Alright, as I was saying. I had the same reaction myself, I let out a small gasp and shivered. The next thing I knew, I was in the house, sprawled out on the table, Gandalf glaring at me. I told him I was just trimming the hedges, but he knew better. He said I'm to go with Frodo when he leaves."

"Well of you're going, we're ALL going!" proclaimed Merry indignantly.

"Oh, not me," said Fatty, "Adventures and the like don't settle to well with folks like me. No, I'll do all I can to help Dear Frodo, but I'll be staying in the Shire until I die."

"OH!" yelled Sam as he slapped his forehead, "he said something about going to buy a house in Buckland. And then slipping away quietly."

"Well, not that's a useful piece of information. You're done us proud Samwise!" Merry said when he was sure that Sam's tale was through.

"We should help him to buy his house!" said Fatty, "Merry, do you think you could get something for him? You being a resident and all..."

"That shouldn't be too hard," said Merry thoughtfully, "but he can't know what we're up to.... and we can't really do anything unless he asks is...."

They talked some more, about how and when. But Flavia was no longer listening. Silent tears streamed down her cheeks as she got up and went home.

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*cries hysterically* I feel like Flavia in this chapter...long story, but in short...the guy I like doesn't like me, and ya. Okay, sorry, I had a moment. Okay, reviews.

INSANE1: Hmm. I hope this partly satisfies your curiosity....don't you wish authors could just write all their chapters at once and then post them all at the same time so you're not left in suspense? *sigh* o well. Hehe. Okay, ya, thanks for being like my *only* reviewer, except for like Chelsea! *hug*

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