Disclaimer: I don't own the hobbits (Elijah Wood, Sean Astin, Dom Monoghan,
and Billy Boyd). If I did...never mind, draw your own conclusions.
"What? A guest and no room made up, this is a fine way to treat old friends, Frodo Baggins," I said as I dropped my bag on the floor by the doorway.
"By my word, if it's not Maggie Gramel! I haven't seen you in years," Frodo said coming into the room. He looked at me for a second with an odd expression on his face. Then he blinked and ran to hug and swing me around like he'd done every time we saw each other.
"Frodo, dear put me down or I shall be sick," I laughed.
Frodo put me on the ground and looked off to the side, "Well, Maggie the problem is there's no room for you."
"No room? Nonsense. There are four beds in this house, are all full up?"
"Yes, Merry, Pip, and Sam are staying for lack of space at their houses in anticipation of the party."
"Fine, I'll bunk with one of them," I say moving towards the rooms.
Frodo's big blue eyes get larger at the thought, "You can't."
"Why?"
"It's not right, not normal."
I rolled my hazel eyes, "Frodo, you've known me forever. I'm hardly one to care about people talking. Especially when it ain't true. I'll sleep with Pip."
"What's this?" Pip said, coming out of his room. He looked at me with the same odd expression that Frodo had before, then he ran over and hugged me, "Maggie, I hardly recognized you. You've grown a lot."
I smiled and saw the apple he was trying to hide behind his back, I reached around and grabbed it, taking a big bite, "I've grown, but you Pippin have not changed at all."
"You're younger than me, how come you're smarter?" He said incredulously.
"Because she was taught by yours truly," Frodo said laughingly.
"I'll be bunking with you, Pip. The great host over there ran out of rooms and I ain't staying with my cousins, they're horrible dull."
"You'll be...bunking with me...in the same bed," Pip said wide-eyed.
"Yes, the same bed. Unless you can make one appear out of thin air like Gandalf?" I smiled.
Pip grinned, "Well I'll help you unpack then. I call the right side."
We walked to the room and dropped my bags down. By the time I was all unpacked, it was time for dinner.
"Maggie!" Merry and Sam said as I strolled in. But again the odd
expression shared by Frodo and Pippin crossed their faces, but quickly
disappeared. Dinner went by quickly, by my regaling all my tales of
the farm to the four hobbits I loved so dearly. My mind drifted back
to when I first knew them. I was taken in by Bilbo when I was found,
abandoned, at the pub. Frodo took care of my academic studies, Pippin
and Merry taught me to get away with any and all mischief, and Sam let
me help him in the garden. Sam is only three years my senior, so we've
always been rather close. Once the older hobbits had trudged off to
bed, I decided to ask Sam about the looks I'd been getting from them
lately.
"Sam, dear, Can I ask you a question?" I said, putting away the mugs
we'd been drinking from.
"Of course, Mags. What is it?" Sam looked concerned.
"All of you looked at me funny earlier. Like you'd seen an elf or
something."
Sam smiled and walked me over to the looking glass on Frodo's wall,
"Look at yourself, you look like an elf. So beautiful," he whispered.
I turned to face him and looked at him. My hazel eyes and his amber
ones blended.
"Beautiful," he whispered as his lips gently brushed mine. He pulled
back suddenly. I'm sorry, I don't know what I was thinking, I'm..."
I stopped his rambling by pressing our lips together. He
returned the kiss with tenderness as if I was one of his
flowers. We parted and I glanced at the clock.
"Oh dear, I'd better get to bed or Pip will suspect something," I
said. We kissed one more time and parted for bed. As I closed the door
behind me, I put my hand to my lips and smiled. I climbed into bed and
fell asleep, thinking of Sam.
"What? A guest and no room made up, this is a fine way to treat old friends, Frodo Baggins," I said as I dropped my bag on the floor by the doorway.
"By my word, if it's not Maggie Gramel! I haven't seen you in years," Frodo said coming into the room. He looked at me for a second with an odd expression on his face. Then he blinked and ran to hug and swing me around like he'd done every time we saw each other.
"Frodo, dear put me down or I shall be sick," I laughed.
Frodo put me on the ground and looked off to the side, "Well, Maggie the problem is there's no room for you."
"No room? Nonsense. There are four beds in this house, are all full up?"
"Yes, Merry, Pip, and Sam are staying for lack of space at their houses in anticipation of the party."
"Fine, I'll bunk with one of them," I say moving towards the rooms.
Frodo's big blue eyes get larger at the thought, "You can't."
"Why?"
"It's not right, not normal."
I rolled my hazel eyes, "Frodo, you've known me forever. I'm hardly one to care about people talking. Especially when it ain't true. I'll sleep with Pip."
"What's this?" Pip said, coming out of his room. He looked at me with the same odd expression that Frodo had before, then he ran over and hugged me, "Maggie, I hardly recognized you. You've grown a lot."
I smiled and saw the apple he was trying to hide behind his back, I reached around and grabbed it, taking a big bite, "I've grown, but you Pippin have not changed at all."
"You're younger than me, how come you're smarter?" He said incredulously.
"Because she was taught by yours truly," Frodo said laughingly.
"I'll be bunking with you, Pip. The great host over there ran out of rooms and I ain't staying with my cousins, they're horrible dull."
"You'll be...bunking with me...in the same bed," Pip said wide-eyed.
"Yes, the same bed. Unless you can make one appear out of thin air like Gandalf?" I smiled.
Pip grinned, "Well I'll help you unpack then. I call the right side."
We walked to the room and dropped my bags down. By the time I was all unpacked, it was time for dinner.
"Maggie!" Merry and Sam said as I strolled in. But again the odd
expression shared by Frodo and Pippin crossed their faces, but quickly
disappeared. Dinner went by quickly, by my regaling all my tales of
the farm to the four hobbits I loved so dearly. My mind drifted back
to when I first knew them. I was taken in by Bilbo when I was found,
abandoned, at the pub. Frodo took care of my academic studies, Pippin
and Merry taught me to get away with any and all mischief, and Sam let
me help him in the garden. Sam is only three years my senior, so we've
always been rather close. Once the older hobbits had trudged off to
bed, I decided to ask Sam about the looks I'd been getting from them
lately.
"Sam, dear, Can I ask you a question?" I said, putting away the mugs
we'd been drinking from.
"Of course, Mags. What is it?" Sam looked concerned.
"All of you looked at me funny earlier. Like you'd seen an elf or
something."
Sam smiled and walked me over to the looking glass on Frodo's wall,
"Look at yourself, you look like an elf. So beautiful," he whispered.
I turned to face him and looked at him. My hazel eyes and his amber
ones blended.
"Beautiful," he whispered as his lips gently brushed mine. He pulled
back suddenly. I'm sorry, I don't know what I was thinking, I'm..."
I stopped his rambling by pressing our lips together. He
returned the kiss with tenderness as if I was one of his
flowers. We parted and I glanced at the clock.
"Oh dear, I'd better get to bed or Pip will suspect something," I
said. We kissed one more time and parted for bed. As I closed the door
behind me, I put my hand to my lips and smiled. I climbed into bed and
fell asleep, thinking of Sam.