This chapter title could be misconstrued. It makes her sound like a gift to
the hobbits, but, oh, never mind...just me rambling...
Chapter 2: A Gift
Frodo Baggins and Samwise Gamgee were eating lunch with their two close friends Meriadoc Brandybuck and Peregrin Took. They were out on the lawn, as hobbits are rather outdoorsy folk, and all of a sudden, there was a girl in Frodo's lap. She looked like a hobbit, except she was wearing unusual clothing, and of all things, pants! Short pants! The four hobbits did not know what to make of Lilly; however, they dragged her into Bag-End for two reasons. Reason number one: they were used to unnatural occurrences, as these four particular hobbits had been taken on an adventure all around Middle Earth, and reason number two: she was rather pretty, and if they were going to keep her around, she was going to be needing some decent clothes.
"Who are you?" Pippin asked, seeing as she looked about his age, "And how did you wind up on Frodo's lap?"
"Oh my god," Lilly audibly gasped, "Frodo? Frodo Baggins? And that makes you Sam, Merry, and Pippin! Oh my god, I think I just found myself in the middle of a Fantasy book. This is way twisted."
"How do you know us, yet we don't know you?" Frodo asked.
"Uh, hello, you're on the cover of every Lord of the Rings book/movie/toy EVER. God, you're, like, the main character! Don't you even know who you are? And your story? Didn't you write it?"
"Maybe I phrased the question wrong: how do you know my story?"
"I told you, it's, like, a book. You're FAMOUS. In my world, you are the action hero every little kid wants to grow up to be, Mr. I-Saved- Middle–Earth–and–am–now–acting–all-modest Baggins."
Sam spoke this time, "Well, that explains a lot. However, you failed to mention why you're out in your undergarments, ma'am."
"Oh, god, I must be totally offending you guys! I'm sorry, but where I come from, it's summer, and outside, it's boiling. We wear shorts and camis all the time, it's totally normal. That is, in Warwick, it's totally normal. What do girls in Hobbiton wear, exactly?"
"Dresses. Occasionally breeches, but only for work, not usually. We can go ask Rosie if you could borrow a dress if you'd like?" Pippin chimed in.
"Don't go around offering other people's clothes like that, Pip!" Merry responded.
"No, no, I'm sure she'll be glad to have another woman around. So, how old are you? 33 yet?" Sam asked, conversationally.
"Uh, in hobbit years? I guess I'm celebrating my 33rd birthday today, but in human years, that's only 18." Lilly responded.
"Well," Frodo simply could not come to terms with this beautiful girl that had just fallen into his lap, "You know our names, and yet we don't know yours. What is it?"
"Um, Lilly. I'm hoping you don't mind the whole attractive spill I took when I first got here, it's just that; well...we'll have to have a long night of stories. I want to hear a first-hand account of the trip the Fellowship took, and I'm sure you want to know all about me."
"Yes we do," the hobbits all chorused together.
Chapter 2: A Gift
Frodo Baggins and Samwise Gamgee were eating lunch with their two close friends Meriadoc Brandybuck and Peregrin Took. They were out on the lawn, as hobbits are rather outdoorsy folk, and all of a sudden, there was a girl in Frodo's lap. She looked like a hobbit, except she was wearing unusual clothing, and of all things, pants! Short pants! The four hobbits did not know what to make of Lilly; however, they dragged her into Bag-End for two reasons. Reason number one: they were used to unnatural occurrences, as these four particular hobbits had been taken on an adventure all around Middle Earth, and reason number two: she was rather pretty, and if they were going to keep her around, she was going to be needing some decent clothes.
"Who are you?" Pippin asked, seeing as she looked about his age, "And how did you wind up on Frodo's lap?"
"Oh my god," Lilly audibly gasped, "Frodo? Frodo Baggins? And that makes you Sam, Merry, and Pippin! Oh my god, I think I just found myself in the middle of a Fantasy book. This is way twisted."
"How do you know us, yet we don't know you?" Frodo asked.
"Uh, hello, you're on the cover of every Lord of the Rings book/movie/toy EVER. God, you're, like, the main character! Don't you even know who you are? And your story? Didn't you write it?"
"Maybe I phrased the question wrong: how do you know my story?"
"I told you, it's, like, a book. You're FAMOUS. In my world, you are the action hero every little kid wants to grow up to be, Mr. I-Saved- Middle–Earth–and–am–now–acting–all-modest Baggins."
Sam spoke this time, "Well, that explains a lot. However, you failed to mention why you're out in your undergarments, ma'am."
"Oh, god, I must be totally offending you guys! I'm sorry, but where I come from, it's summer, and outside, it's boiling. We wear shorts and camis all the time, it's totally normal. That is, in Warwick, it's totally normal. What do girls in Hobbiton wear, exactly?"
"Dresses. Occasionally breeches, but only for work, not usually. We can go ask Rosie if you could borrow a dress if you'd like?" Pippin chimed in.
"Don't go around offering other people's clothes like that, Pip!" Merry responded.
"No, no, I'm sure she'll be glad to have another woman around. So, how old are you? 33 yet?" Sam asked, conversationally.
"Uh, in hobbit years? I guess I'm celebrating my 33rd birthday today, but in human years, that's only 18." Lilly responded.
"Well," Frodo simply could not come to terms with this beautiful girl that had just fallen into his lap, "You know our names, and yet we don't know yours. What is it?"
"Um, Lilly. I'm hoping you don't mind the whole attractive spill I took when I first got here, it's just that; well...we'll have to have a long night of stories. I want to hear a first-hand account of the trip the Fellowship took, and I'm sure you want to know all about me."
"Yes we do," the hobbits all chorused together.