Ya I really have nothing to say since I typed this the same day as the previous chapter. Okay, I know some people aren't going to like this one much...but before you send me evil hate letters, try putting *your* name in Flavia's place. Okay? Okay.

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A week later, the announcement was official: Frodo was selling Bag End to the Sackville-Baginses and moving to Buckland. Rumors were flying everywhere. Some said that he'd come to the end of his money. Others didn't believe that, they made up all sorts of crazy possibilities. The next day, the deal would be complete, and the S-B's would move in. Frodo was leaving that very night. Flavia wasn't sure what to do.

Suddenly an idea popped into her head; without even thinking about it, she got up and started walking towards Bag End. She didn't need to walk very far, since she lived just down the hill from Frodo's house. She reached his door in five minutes and knocked. Then she realized what she was doing. Her knees started to shake and she began to sweat. Running away before the door was opened crossed her mind....too late, the door was opened.

She was greeted by Frodo's smiling face. "May I help you?" he asked her.

"Um, yes, er, I came to...to tell you, goodbye."

He held the door open wider and motioned for her to come in, which she did. Even though most of the furniture had gone to Buckland already, it was still the most beautiful house for miles. He ushered her into the kitchen.

"I'm sorry I haven't any other places to sit but at the table," he apologized as he held a chair out for her, "Most of my furniture has already been moved.

"It's fine," she said, smiling at him.

"I was just about to have my tea, would you like some?" he asked her as he removed a kettle from the fireplace and set it on the table.

"Yes, please."

He took two cups from the cupboard and poured some tea for each of them. She slowly sipped hers, staring at him the whole time. She finished and set her cup on the table, waiting for him to finish also; he did a few seconds later.

"So you came just to say goodbye?" His eyes stared into hers and she could do naught but stare back into his.

"I suppose so."

"So we can't talk then?" He grinned mischievously.

"Well, I suppose we could if you'd like..." She felt awkward still, since she'd only talked to him on two other occasions.

"So why have you never come here before?"

'Oh fiddlesticks,' she though, 'he's going to resume the conversation we had at the party. "Well, I, er, you know, I was, I mean, I was just...scared I guess." She felt like the biggest fool in Middle Earth.

"Why is that?"

"I don't know."

"Well, you're here now at least." He smiled, and she blushed deeply.

"I don't want you to leave Hobbiton!!" 'Ooops.'

He looked like he wanted to tell her something; his expression was troubled. "I don't want to leave either." He sighed. She felt really uncomfortable now.

"I'd better go now," she said as she extended her hand toward him. He rose also, grabbed her hand, but instead of shaking it, pulled her into a tight hug.

After a minute or so, he released her from his arms. "Goodbye, Flavia."

"Good bye Frodo."

She turned to leave, her eyes brimming with tears. Suddenly, she turned around and kissed him on the cheek, before running out the door and down the lane as fast as she could; tears streaming from her reddened eyes.

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*cries some more* I hate boys. Grr. Why do they all have to be so great??? Well, okay, not all of them... okay, I'll spare you all the silly details of my personal life. Ya, by the way, everyone thinks like 'this.' With only one set of quotation marks, just to let ya know.

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