Chapter 13
The Spoons
Time had marched slowly on in the Shire and especially in Hobbiton and under the Hill. The upset of Logo Bracegirdle's reading of his will was soon forgotten about, but rumors still floated over the Shire about all the money that Bilbo had gotten from him. It was said the Bilbo had begun to dig tunnels under Bag End, but none of it could be proven of course. Holman his gardener often laughed at the hobbits in their suspicions over this. He would tell them, "If tunnels are being dug then dirt would've been found and my gardens haven't see a spoonful of it neither!"
But no matter how Holman protested their claims they still insisted upon it. Bilbo was free with his money and it seemed there was no lacking of it either.
In this year, Belladonna took to her bed and seldom would get up long each do anything of importance. She slowly became weaker and not even the healers could figure out why. The only thing they could tell Bilbo was that his mother was missing his father so much that it just wore her out.
Bilbo would sit next to his mother everyday and tried many times to get her interesting in the beautiful weather outside, the garden or a grand picnic someone was having in the party field. But Belladonna would only smile and turn disinterested eyes back towards her picture of Bungo. It saddened Bilbo so much that the sparkle had disappeared from her appearance and left her without reason to go on.
It was not long after that when Bilbo went into her room and found out that she had joined her husband in the great beyond. Her still form and her long eyelashes rested against her ashen-white skin, but about her tender white lips were a hint of a smile.
Bilbo barely made it through the next following days when the funeral was held and his mother was buried next to her husband. The guests filled Bag End and their stomachs before leaving Bilbo all alone to face the emptiness of the walls and long tunnels of Bag End.
It was this day when Lobelia and Otho returned back to Hobbiton. They had made a successful business with their small farm in the South Farthings selling their Long Bottom leaf. Otho could now hold his head up high with his achievement. They hired some good folk of Short Cleeve to tend their farm and keep the business running, while Otho purchased a small little house in Hobbiton so they could enjoy the finer things in their life.
Whenever possible Bilbo would avoid any chance of running into them by accident. Even the party invitations kept coming and his distant relatives kept stopping by Bag End to get a loan or to see if they could convince Bilbo to invest in their newest scheme. Just as expected, Bilbo would tell them the same thing, "No thank you!"
He became so good at dodging them in the streets or at a party that he left them always wondering where he had gotten off too. All but Ruby Baggins who Bilbo respected; She had cornered him at a party and knew his fortieth birthday was fast approaching.
"My dearest aunt Ruby!" Bilbo chuckled with a bright smile on his face while he greeted her. "Tell me about your delightful son."
"Well your nephew has been visiting Gorbadoc Brandybuck and helping him in Buckland. It seems that Gorbadoc has purchased some new ponies and Drogo is helping him in his stables," commented Ruby.
"It's good for a young tween to keep himself busy and thinking about his future, as it were."
"Well he is definitely thinking about his future, Bilbo. He has taken a fancy for Primula Brandybuck and talks about her endlessly," said Ruby.
"Dear me, a Brandybuck, you say!" commented Bilbo. "That will never do! Drogo should look toward the Took line to strengthen the Baggins lineage!"
'I most certainly agree with you, Bilbo! There's talk about Bucklander's are a queer lot, odd in their doings!" said Ruby. "Drogo really respects your opinions. Perhaps at your fortieth birthday party, you could have a word with him about that!"
"Yes, yes! By all means, I must!" stated Bilbo and he noticed his aunt's cup was almost empty. "Could I get you another cup of tea?"
"That would do nicely, dear Bilbo. You're such a thoughtful kind soul," commented Ruby while she stepped away to the side and waited for Bilbo to return.
Bilbo took a few steps away and then realized he had just agreed to have a birthday celebration for himself at Bag End. Which meant that he would have to invite all of his relatives whether he wanted them there or not. Bilbo cringed in thinking about that, but he could not change his mind once that he had already agreed to it. "Confound it!" he said to himself under his breath thinking about it.
The quietness of Bag End began to grow on Bilbo and he had begin to look forward to his quiet times just sitting his comfortable chair while waiting for his whistling kettles to sing and let him know when tea time was ready.
~*~
The day of Bilbo's party was at hand and he hastened himself with the preparations. Counting all the gifts he would hand out to his relatives and making sure that every present had its label attached. He scurried across the wooden floor to the table to make sure nothing was forgotten. Being so very pleased to see his families spoons sitting eloquently upon his table and polished to its utmost shimmer. The teacups with their matching saucers sat next to the spoons and he heard the teakettle whistling in the kitchen.
The cooks rattled the pots and pan stirring and prepare the wonderful luncheon they have made to this celebration and all seemed ready to greet his guests.
Bilbo walked over to the front door and began to pace while he waited for them to arrive. Seeing the looking glass by his front door he ambled over to take a look at himself.
"Forty years," said Bilbo trying to convince himself while staring at his reflection. "Forty years is good to celebrate ones life!"
Turning around he heard the bell being rung at his front door and he scuttled over to the door to answer it. His guests had begun to arrive.
"Good day to you Aunt Chic and welcome!" said Bilbo greeting his first guest.
"I hope you don't mind, Bilbo, I have taken the liberty to invite my neighbors to join us for your party. The Braodbelt twins would love to meet you!" said Aunt Chic.
"But Aunt Chic, really I must say, you should not concern yourself with me finding a wife. I am quite happy here at Bag End all to myself!" said Bilbo.
"Nonsense, Bilbo!" chaffed Aunt Chic. "This big hobbit hole needs a warm comfortable family living within its walls. They are both lovely girls who would make you a wonderful wife!"
Bilbo turned around to his table and groaned painfully while saying under his breath, "Those girls could send the pigs running by a single look!"
Shaking his head to get the image from his mind, he took the gift that was labeled for his aunt and when he turned around he saw the hard-featured twins who giggled while his aunt Chic introduced them. Bilbo politely smiled and wished them welcome. Handing his aunt Chic her present, Bilbo returned to the table to pull a couple of tags from the other gifts to give to the twins.
"Oh, Bilbo thank you! You are as thoughtful as your dear mother, rest her poor soul!" she commented and graciously took her present. The twins followed his Aunt Chic into the sitting room.
Before Bilbo could turn around his uncle stood in the doorway and held his arms open to give him a warm hug and congratulate him on his birthday. "Bilbo! Happy Birthday, my lad!" greeted Polo Baggins.
Bilbo wished he could have hid under the nearest table to avoid seeing his elderly uncle.
Cringing, he slowly turned around and allowed his uncle to give him a warm hug. "I've brought my son Posco with me and a few of my business associates. We are very excited to be able to tell you all about our newest business arrangements. It is sure to impress you with the profits we are making. Perhaps after your little party we could sit down and talk some business!"
Bilbo wanted to shudder from the thought and he again turned away from them to get another armful of presents. Pulling more tags off the others and becoming somewhat confused. Now that tags were taken off, how was he ever going to find a gift without a label? "Uncomfortable thing!" cursed Bilbo under his breath. "Gifts with no labels!"
While handing them the gifts and being thanked more than once and noticed that his guests did not wipe their feet upon his mat before entering, it annoyed Bilbo beyond all measure. Looking up, Bilbo peered over their shoulders to see Camellia glaring at him with her husband behind her. "Sackville-Baggins! Can this party ever get any worse!" he said to himself and before he got that thought from his mind, Lobelia and Otho stood behind them. Bilbo took out his handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his brow.
His shoulder slumped as he handed them their presents and casually greeted them politely.
Lobelia barely looked at Bilbo and only mumbled a slight greeting, but not a 'thank you'.
The guests continued to come and the line was becoming quite lengthy and his table was becoming quite empty.
Bilbo could hear teacups rattling and spoons clicking while his guests stirred the sugar into them. He began to worry if he had enough cheese sat out upon his table.
When another hobbit would shake his hand, Bilbo would just reach up and take a pot from his shelf or coin from his pocket and hand it to them. None of the hobbits protested with the simple gifts because they were just happy to be seen in Bag End.
Bilbo was relieved to see that the line had come to an end and he rushed to the kitchen for more trays of tasty treats for his guests.
Looking at his table and seeing how fast everything was disappearing as the guests lined the tables, Bilbo returned to the pantry and took out everything else he could find.
The cooks began to perspire from standing over the hot wooden stoves adding more to their pots to feed the unexpected guests that had arrived.
Bilbo noticed that the lads he had hired to wash the plates and keep the teacup full had gotten into the Bracegirdle's spoons to add to the Baggins's spoons so everyone would have something to stir the tea.
This also worried Bilbo in knowing that Lobelia would certainly noticed her spoons. He also knew that by the end of the party spoons would be missing.
Bilbo noticed that some of the guests had taken upon themselves to tour Bag End and had begun to tap upon his walls and floors.
The more Bilbo tried to watch the spoons and keep his guests into the sitting area the more he was being trapped by distant relatives persuading him to invest in their business ventures or who Bilbo should choose as a wife.
"Confound it and curses!" snapped Bilbo, as this party was becoming one big annoyance. He told himself that he would never again have a party at Bag End. Parties should be from now on at the party field where no cups could be broken, pantries emptied, spoons stolen nor walls tapped upon.
Bilbo was nearly exhausted by the time he said his last farewell. Sitting down on his bench next to his door he was not sure he had the strength to walk back into the sitting room.
The lads where in the kitchen washing and cleaning the dishes and putting everything away. However when it came to putting the spoons back on the shelves they were amazed to find a good number of them missing. They blushed exceedingly and apologized to Mr. Baggins a number of times before they too left Bag End just after Bilbo paid them a good purse full of coins.
Tired and exhausted, Bilbo climbed into his bed to worry about the spoon issue tomorrow. Blowing out his candle he instantly fell asleep.
~*~
It was the very next morning when Bilbo camped out just behind the hedges on the other side of The Sackville-Baggins home and waited for Lobelia and Otho to leave for the day.
Bilbo hardly noticed the rush of hobbits in their excitement when a tall wizard walked into the streets of Hobbiton on a mission of some sorts. The children had heard of the great fireworks in stories from their parents when they were younger and they all ran to the wizard to ask about them.
Even though Bilbo did not notice the wizard, the wizard did notice Bilbo hiding in the hedges. Sitting down not to far away from Bilbo, Gandalf began to tell the children all sorts of stories and keep a watchful eye upon the hidden hobbit.
Bilbo was relieved when Otho and Lobelia opened their front door and made their way out of their hobbit hole.
Quiet as he could possibly, Bilbo stole into the front door only moments behind the Sackville-Baggins's retreating heels.
Without making a sound and being undetected by others, Bilbo found his way to the small kitchen and spotted the Bracegirdle's spoons sitting on the countertop. Bilbo filled his deep pockets full of the spoons and noticed that there were many of the Baggins's spoons as well. Bilbo cursed Lobelia's thievery and was so delighted that he was able to retrieve them back from her.
Rubbing his hands together in his excitement, Bilbo carefully opened the front door and peered out to make sure no one was watching him. He was thankful that the hobbits were so distracted by some attraction in the middle of the street and no eyes where upon him.
Bilbo made a gallant escape from the front door of his adversary's home.
Then acting as if nothing had happened he bowed politely to the hobbits and greeted them with a cool confidence as was expected and what he normally did when he walked the streets of Hobbiton.
Quickly Bilbo's feet climbed the incline of the Hill that led to Bag End. He was not aware that a tall figure with a pointed hat followed slowly behind him. Bilbo raced into his home and put the spoons away into his cupboard before he walked back outside and was breathless when he finally sat down upon his bench in his front yard. Taking out his really long pipe that he had kept on the bench and filling it with his pipe weed. Bilbo began to relax and enjoy the warm summer sun and soft breeze that gently touched his face.
The wizard slowly approached Bilbo and knew he had found the burglar that he was searching for. Smiling Gandalf approached Bilbo and greeting him warmly.
The End....
A/N: This is my little idea of how the feud started with the Sackville-Baggins and why Bilbo found such a dislike for them. If you want to know if Lobelia will ever get even with Bilbo and get her inheritance, dowry, and spoons back from him, you will have to read "What is in My Pocket"............... an older version of a story I made a while back. I had to edit that story to coincide with the events of this story and changed the writing style because a few months ago, my writing had changed over the coarse of the many stories that I have already posted on this site. It is the same story however, if you have read it before, but if you have not, I am sure you will enjoy that story. Bilbo has to be extremely tricky to outwit Lobelia. He finds himself a distant relative that needs him so very much that he takes him into his home and claims him as his heir. Could it possibly be Frodo!
Thank you everyone who has reviewed this story. I have seen that Fanfiction is currently not working in taking reviews and are now lost somewhere. If you want to review this story please email me and let me know if you like this. Having reviews helps me to know if you find my stories of interest and keeps me wanting to write more of them. Having no reviews makes me sad and discourages me from thinking of something else to write about.......... So please review!
The Spoons
Time had marched slowly on in the Shire and especially in Hobbiton and under the Hill. The upset of Logo Bracegirdle's reading of his will was soon forgotten about, but rumors still floated over the Shire about all the money that Bilbo had gotten from him. It was said the Bilbo had begun to dig tunnels under Bag End, but none of it could be proven of course. Holman his gardener often laughed at the hobbits in their suspicions over this. He would tell them, "If tunnels are being dug then dirt would've been found and my gardens haven't see a spoonful of it neither!"
But no matter how Holman protested their claims they still insisted upon it. Bilbo was free with his money and it seemed there was no lacking of it either.
In this year, Belladonna took to her bed and seldom would get up long each do anything of importance. She slowly became weaker and not even the healers could figure out why. The only thing they could tell Bilbo was that his mother was missing his father so much that it just wore her out.
Bilbo would sit next to his mother everyday and tried many times to get her interesting in the beautiful weather outside, the garden or a grand picnic someone was having in the party field. But Belladonna would only smile and turn disinterested eyes back towards her picture of Bungo. It saddened Bilbo so much that the sparkle had disappeared from her appearance and left her without reason to go on.
It was not long after that when Bilbo went into her room and found out that she had joined her husband in the great beyond. Her still form and her long eyelashes rested against her ashen-white skin, but about her tender white lips were a hint of a smile.
Bilbo barely made it through the next following days when the funeral was held and his mother was buried next to her husband. The guests filled Bag End and their stomachs before leaving Bilbo all alone to face the emptiness of the walls and long tunnels of Bag End.
It was this day when Lobelia and Otho returned back to Hobbiton. They had made a successful business with their small farm in the South Farthings selling their Long Bottom leaf. Otho could now hold his head up high with his achievement. They hired some good folk of Short Cleeve to tend their farm and keep the business running, while Otho purchased a small little house in Hobbiton so they could enjoy the finer things in their life.
Whenever possible Bilbo would avoid any chance of running into them by accident. Even the party invitations kept coming and his distant relatives kept stopping by Bag End to get a loan or to see if they could convince Bilbo to invest in their newest scheme. Just as expected, Bilbo would tell them the same thing, "No thank you!"
He became so good at dodging them in the streets or at a party that he left them always wondering where he had gotten off too. All but Ruby Baggins who Bilbo respected; She had cornered him at a party and knew his fortieth birthday was fast approaching.
"My dearest aunt Ruby!" Bilbo chuckled with a bright smile on his face while he greeted her. "Tell me about your delightful son."
"Well your nephew has been visiting Gorbadoc Brandybuck and helping him in Buckland. It seems that Gorbadoc has purchased some new ponies and Drogo is helping him in his stables," commented Ruby.
"It's good for a young tween to keep himself busy and thinking about his future, as it were."
"Well he is definitely thinking about his future, Bilbo. He has taken a fancy for Primula Brandybuck and talks about her endlessly," said Ruby.
"Dear me, a Brandybuck, you say!" commented Bilbo. "That will never do! Drogo should look toward the Took line to strengthen the Baggins lineage!"
'I most certainly agree with you, Bilbo! There's talk about Bucklander's are a queer lot, odd in their doings!" said Ruby. "Drogo really respects your opinions. Perhaps at your fortieth birthday party, you could have a word with him about that!"
"Yes, yes! By all means, I must!" stated Bilbo and he noticed his aunt's cup was almost empty. "Could I get you another cup of tea?"
"That would do nicely, dear Bilbo. You're such a thoughtful kind soul," commented Ruby while she stepped away to the side and waited for Bilbo to return.
Bilbo took a few steps away and then realized he had just agreed to have a birthday celebration for himself at Bag End. Which meant that he would have to invite all of his relatives whether he wanted them there or not. Bilbo cringed in thinking about that, but he could not change his mind once that he had already agreed to it. "Confound it!" he said to himself under his breath thinking about it.
The quietness of Bag End began to grow on Bilbo and he had begin to look forward to his quiet times just sitting his comfortable chair while waiting for his whistling kettles to sing and let him know when tea time was ready.
~*~
The day of Bilbo's party was at hand and he hastened himself with the preparations. Counting all the gifts he would hand out to his relatives and making sure that every present had its label attached. He scurried across the wooden floor to the table to make sure nothing was forgotten. Being so very pleased to see his families spoons sitting eloquently upon his table and polished to its utmost shimmer. The teacups with their matching saucers sat next to the spoons and he heard the teakettle whistling in the kitchen.
The cooks rattled the pots and pan stirring and prepare the wonderful luncheon they have made to this celebration and all seemed ready to greet his guests.
Bilbo walked over to the front door and began to pace while he waited for them to arrive. Seeing the looking glass by his front door he ambled over to take a look at himself.
"Forty years," said Bilbo trying to convince himself while staring at his reflection. "Forty years is good to celebrate ones life!"
Turning around he heard the bell being rung at his front door and he scuttled over to the door to answer it. His guests had begun to arrive.
"Good day to you Aunt Chic and welcome!" said Bilbo greeting his first guest.
"I hope you don't mind, Bilbo, I have taken the liberty to invite my neighbors to join us for your party. The Braodbelt twins would love to meet you!" said Aunt Chic.
"But Aunt Chic, really I must say, you should not concern yourself with me finding a wife. I am quite happy here at Bag End all to myself!" said Bilbo.
"Nonsense, Bilbo!" chaffed Aunt Chic. "This big hobbit hole needs a warm comfortable family living within its walls. They are both lovely girls who would make you a wonderful wife!"
Bilbo turned around to his table and groaned painfully while saying under his breath, "Those girls could send the pigs running by a single look!"
Shaking his head to get the image from his mind, he took the gift that was labeled for his aunt and when he turned around he saw the hard-featured twins who giggled while his aunt Chic introduced them. Bilbo politely smiled and wished them welcome. Handing his aunt Chic her present, Bilbo returned to the table to pull a couple of tags from the other gifts to give to the twins.
"Oh, Bilbo thank you! You are as thoughtful as your dear mother, rest her poor soul!" she commented and graciously took her present. The twins followed his Aunt Chic into the sitting room.
Before Bilbo could turn around his uncle stood in the doorway and held his arms open to give him a warm hug and congratulate him on his birthday. "Bilbo! Happy Birthday, my lad!" greeted Polo Baggins.
Bilbo wished he could have hid under the nearest table to avoid seeing his elderly uncle.
Cringing, he slowly turned around and allowed his uncle to give him a warm hug. "I've brought my son Posco with me and a few of my business associates. We are very excited to be able to tell you all about our newest business arrangements. It is sure to impress you with the profits we are making. Perhaps after your little party we could sit down and talk some business!"
Bilbo wanted to shudder from the thought and he again turned away from them to get another armful of presents. Pulling more tags off the others and becoming somewhat confused. Now that tags were taken off, how was he ever going to find a gift without a label? "Uncomfortable thing!" cursed Bilbo under his breath. "Gifts with no labels!"
While handing them the gifts and being thanked more than once and noticed that his guests did not wipe their feet upon his mat before entering, it annoyed Bilbo beyond all measure. Looking up, Bilbo peered over their shoulders to see Camellia glaring at him with her husband behind her. "Sackville-Baggins! Can this party ever get any worse!" he said to himself and before he got that thought from his mind, Lobelia and Otho stood behind them. Bilbo took out his handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his brow.
His shoulder slumped as he handed them their presents and casually greeted them politely.
Lobelia barely looked at Bilbo and only mumbled a slight greeting, but not a 'thank you'.
The guests continued to come and the line was becoming quite lengthy and his table was becoming quite empty.
Bilbo could hear teacups rattling and spoons clicking while his guests stirred the sugar into them. He began to worry if he had enough cheese sat out upon his table.
When another hobbit would shake his hand, Bilbo would just reach up and take a pot from his shelf or coin from his pocket and hand it to them. None of the hobbits protested with the simple gifts because they were just happy to be seen in Bag End.
Bilbo was relieved to see that the line had come to an end and he rushed to the kitchen for more trays of tasty treats for his guests.
Looking at his table and seeing how fast everything was disappearing as the guests lined the tables, Bilbo returned to the pantry and took out everything else he could find.
The cooks began to perspire from standing over the hot wooden stoves adding more to their pots to feed the unexpected guests that had arrived.
Bilbo noticed that the lads he had hired to wash the plates and keep the teacup full had gotten into the Bracegirdle's spoons to add to the Baggins's spoons so everyone would have something to stir the tea.
This also worried Bilbo in knowing that Lobelia would certainly noticed her spoons. He also knew that by the end of the party spoons would be missing.
Bilbo noticed that some of the guests had taken upon themselves to tour Bag End and had begun to tap upon his walls and floors.
The more Bilbo tried to watch the spoons and keep his guests into the sitting area the more he was being trapped by distant relatives persuading him to invest in their business ventures or who Bilbo should choose as a wife.
"Confound it and curses!" snapped Bilbo, as this party was becoming one big annoyance. He told himself that he would never again have a party at Bag End. Parties should be from now on at the party field where no cups could be broken, pantries emptied, spoons stolen nor walls tapped upon.
Bilbo was nearly exhausted by the time he said his last farewell. Sitting down on his bench next to his door he was not sure he had the strength to walk back into the sitting room.
The lads where in the kitchen washing and cleaning the dishes and putting everything away. However when it came to putting the spoons back on the shelves they were amazed to find a good number of them missing. They blushed exceedingly and apologized to Mr. Baggins a number of times before they too left Bag End just after Bilbo paid them a good purse full of coins.
Tired and exhausted, Bilbo climbed into his bed to worry about the spoon issue tomorrow. Blowing out his candle he instantly fell asleep.
~*~
It was the very next morning when Bilbo camped out just behind the hedges on the other side of The Sackville-Baggins home and waited for Lobelia and Otho to leave for the day.
Bilbo hardly noticed the rush of hobbits in their excitement when a tall wizard walked into the streets of Hobbiton on a mission of some sorts. The children had heard of the great fireworks in stories from their parents when they were younger and they all ran to the wizard to ask about them.
Even though Bilbo did not notice the wizard, the wizard did notice Bilbo hiding in the hedges. Sitting down not to far away from Bilbo, Gandalf began to tell the children all sorts of stories and keep a watchful eye upon the hidden hobbit.
Bilbo was relieved when Otho and Lobelia opened their front door and made their way out of their hobbit hole.
Quiet as he could possibly, Bilbo stole into the front door only moments behind the Sackville-Baggins's retreating heels.
Without making a sound and being undetected by others, Bilbo found his way to the small kitchen and spotted the Bracegirdle's spoons sitting on the countertop. Bilbo filled his deep pockets full of the spoons and noticed that there were many of the Baggins's spoons as well. Bilbo cursed Lobelia's thievery and was so delighted that he was able to retrieve them back from her.
Rubbing his hands together in his excitement, Bilbo carefully opened the front door and peered out to make sure no one was watching him. He was thankful that the hobbits were so distracted by some attraction in the middle of the street and no eyes where upon him.
Bilbo made a gallant escape from the front door of his adversary's home.
Then acting as if nothing had happened he bowed politely to the hobbits and greeted them with a cool confidence as was expected and what he normally did when he walked the streets of Hobbiton.
Quickly Bilbo's feet climbed the incline of the Hill that led to Bag End. He was not aware that a tall figure with a pointed hat followed slowly behind him. Bilbo raced into his home and put the spoons away into his cupboard before he walked back outside and was breathless when he finally sat down upon his bench in his front yard. Taking out his really long pipe that he had kept on the bench and filling it with his pipe weed. Bilbo began to relax and enjoy the warm summer sun and soft breeze that gently touched his face.
The wizard slowly approached Bilbo and knew he had found the burglar that he was searching for. Smiling Gandalf approached Bilbo and greeting him warmly.
The End....
A/N: This is my little idea of how the feud started with the Sackville-Baggins and why Bilbo found such a dislike for them. If you want to know if Lobelia will ever get even with Bilbo and get her inheritance, dowry, and spoons back from him, you will have to read "What is in My Pocket"............... an older version of a story I made a while back. I had to edit that story to coincide with the events of this story and changed the writing style because a few months ago, my writing had changed over the coarse of the many stories that I have already posted on this site. It is the same story however, if you have read it before, but if you have not, I am sure you will enjoy that story. Bilbo has to be extremely tricky to outwit Lobelia. He finds himself a distant relative that needs him so very much that he takes him into his home and claims him as his heir. Could it possibly be Frodo!
Thank you everyone who has reviewed this story. I have seen that Fanfiction is currently not working in taking reviews and are now lost somewhere. If you want to review this story please email me and let me know if you like this. Having reviews helps me to know if you find my stories of interest and keeps me wanting to write more of them. Having no reviews makes me sad and discourages me from thinking of something else to write about.......... So please review!