Disclaimer: I do not own the Lord of the Rings. Do I own the books? Yes...did I write them? No. That would be J.R.R Tolkien. Yay!

This story really isn't like the one you read under your covers at night with a flash light, or watch on tv in your room over and over. This Lord of the Rings is a bit different because it is set in our times in London. And Frodo and the gang go to a boys boarding school. Will things get weird? Maybe. Will there be romance? Most likely. Will I get writer's block? Already taken care of. And now for the story to begin.

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He blinked hard and sat up in bed, blinded by the morning sunlight. It seemed to be screaming "Open your eyes and get on with the day!" But Frodo just sat there. Today would be his first day at the all boys boarding school- and he wasn't a happy camper.

His muscles ached from yesterday's box-lifting. His family had just moved to a small town of London that day, and he had to do most of the packing and lifting because his mother wasn't well enough to help.

"Oh, Frodo, you know I'm too sick to work. Would you be a dear and help your mother out?" She would ask sweetly. Of course he would. The woman labored five hours in childbirth with him. And now that she was sick- he'd have to help no matter what.

He yawned, stretched out his arms, which were brown from being out in the sun all summer, and swung his legs to the side of the bed. He was wearing red plaid pajama pants and a gray t-shirt. His dark hair was in a tangled mess of curls, and his soft little nose was sunburnt.

He knew he would have to care how he looked today though, because he had to make a good first impression at Saidey. Not many boys got in, only the ones with good grades and a nice, clean record. Frodo was, amazingly, one of those boys.

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After getting dressed, he followed the smell of eggs and pancakes into the kitchen, where his older brother Simon was leaned over the stove. His mom was slumped in a chair in a bathrobe, her thin face and eyes expressionless.

"Good morning, mother." He said quietly, and bent to kiss her bony cheek. She made no intention of acknowledging him, and just sat there staring into space. Simon turned and gave Frodo a sad look, then turned back to the stove, scooping some eggs onto a plate.

"Here you go, mother, a good source of protein. You need all the vitamins you can get." Simon placed the plate in front of her. She just blinked and kept quiet. Frodo sat down, and wanting to break the silence, cleared his throat.

"Simon, are you dropping me off at Saidey today? You're my only option since mom can't drive right now." Frodo glanced at his mom, who still hadn't touched her food. Simon sighed and shrugged.

"Yeah, I guess I'll have to. Are you ready to go?"

"I suppose so. See you later. Mom. Wish me luck at Saidey."

The two boys kissed their mother and walked out the door.