Lin3: I AM SOOO SORRY!*jumps out of the way of flying food.*HAY HAY HAY CALM DOWN PPL. Look I'm veeery sorry I haven't up dated, but I've had a LOT of problems in life. Just to name a few, competitions, concerts, computer viruses, lost info, lost internet privileges, DFYS -child services-, and a lot of shit with having to worry about JROTC planning for the military, Going to 2 camps, having to make 400$ in 2 weeks-Which will be impossible-,and 2 recent deaths, not to minion a new baby being born. MUST I go on? No? Good. You should be happy, you''re lucky. I'm very sick right now, and it was hard to edit this chappy. I'm gonna start editing my chappys better from now on. Pleas don't kill me, thanx.
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Chapter 1
Shall we?
It was a very beautiful day in Buckland, the sun shone its rays hitting the land coming in patches through the trees on the shore of Brandywine river where Hobbits spent their time talking and joking while eating their food from picnic baskets,the calming waters of Brandywine River glow like the sun itself, only disturbed by a boat that Frodo Baggins' father and mother were rowing. Little Frodo played on the deck around his parents when suddenly he felt a jolt.
The boat lurched and his mom grabbed him around the middle fearfully as it turned over and his parents and him fell in the chilling waters freezing them with shock. Screams and shouts came from the shore,but he could barely hear them since they where so muffled by the water.
His mother's grasp weakened until it suddenly let go and her hands were nowhere to be found.
Swishing around madly Frodo tried his best to find his parents or to get to the surface.
The last thing he remembered was cold hands that where slimy like a fish graze him and then a surging pain in his neck. Darkness welcomed him with open arms as it engulfed him in a dark dream he would never waken from.
And there he floated,in the seemingly calm waters even though Buckland hobbits were jumping in and grabbing his parents looking for him,scratched up and bloody his mouth slightly open,eyes wide with terror,and back hitched up as he got closer to the surface.
Around his calmly floating body,a voice sung-like a angle-yet it was very different. A eleven voice sang sadly
Codladh fada, Codladh domhain. Eacute irigh! Amharc s iacute os Aldebaran.
Si uacute il liom tr iacute d an r eacute alta dearg. Deireadh, deireadh an turas. R eacute alt oacute g, r eacute alt oacute g dearg. * * *
We are gathered hear today, said the revering in a low depressed voice, To mourn for three deaths. Drogo Baggins,Primila Baggins, and young Frodo Baggins have mysteriously died. Let us...
As the man continued Bilbo Baggins stood there in his velvet black clothes and cape. It had taken him by shock to hear that his favourite nephew and his parent's had died. Now he was sure he would never be happy again, a deep depression spreading over him, a hallow empty feeling staying in his heart.
After putting down his flowers-in the Earth around the three graves so they didn't die-he left.
On that hill stood the three graves,one little that held a innocent child's body covered in bloody cuts and bruises. He would never live up to what a great Hobbit he was suppose to be.
Bilbo walked down the now deserted roads back to bag end peering ahead his eyes watering from the harsh october winds. He would have turned a right in the fork in the road when something caught his eye.
Laying on the ground,as clear as day,was a little body. A small girl in fact.
Quickly making his way over towards the girl, he dropped to her side as he put a shaky hand on her throat. He was relieved to feel a soft pulse throb under his finger.

Taking in her looks he noticed how queer she was-and how unhobbit she was.

Small little feet about as big as his palm where scratched up as though she had been forced to run on hot rocks. Her over large clothes,which were strange themselves,were tattered and torn covered in blood,her black hair was long with waves starting at her shoulders curling at the ends which met her waist. Long thin slender ears were what got him-like an elf one could say. Her features did some what remind him of an elf, yet there was other blood in her obviously.
Picking her up gently,almost jumping out of fright when she moaned,he started to quickly make his way back to Bag End.
Finally arriving he hurriedly told Mr.Gamgee to go and get a doctor while Mrs.Gamgee hid her young son's face in her legs.
Bursting through his door he quickly made it to his spare room and lay the young one down. This was going to be a hard week.
*** It had been only a year since that faithful incident of Bilbo finding young Harriet Potter ,A.K.A Harry, and taking her in,receiving a gift while he had lost another. But him and Harry were not so different in that subject.
Yes young Harry Potter was a orphan,she had explained to him in a quiet toned voice when she got to know and trust him that her relatives had not liked her and there for she had ran away. Bilbo knew that there was more to them not liking her than she let on-he fear it was much worse.
Yes every sign pointed in that direction-scars , that at the least had to be half as old as her herself, and lack of nourishment.
But the neglected heart of the innocent's made him ache as he knew she was not loved for the six years,(more like five and a half uncle Bilbo she would whisper),and it made her shy away from people. She never liked to play or be with others her age or around once some kids had asked her to play and she had shook her head and ran back home without coming out of her room until the next day at supper.

No one in the hole shire could understand these strange moves, not even Bilbo himself who spent a lot of his time trying to figure the girl out, but only could guess at what would motivate them. Gandalf had once said that,
What one does may not always be understandable, but it is the person who understands the most of their actions.

Some found it sad- they would feel sorry for the girl and continue on trying to help Bilbo as much as possible-while others stuck their noses up at her-her actions were very unhobbit like, she was not a Hobbit, and also she proved to be, in their minds, rude and disruptive- these people would will their children to not come to close or even look at her. Making it all the more amusing for them to bully her.

He had been surprised when she revealed the fact that she thought she was human,obviously the Dursley's - her so called 'family' - had hated her for the fact that she was not human but would not tell her why they hated her. She just said they hated her because,( I'm a worthless little uncaring freak who needs to be disciplined, then she would shuffle in her spot her eyes shadowed out.).

So things went that way for a year, until one very bright and sunny may morning. The lands were coming alive with summers festive, and the lakes were trickling with cool spring water, while birds came back from migration.
It was no surprise to Bilbo when Gandalf, an old wizard with a grey beard and old tattered robes and tall pointy hat, suddenly arrived,nor did Harry seem to mind or just not care. She just slipped away whenever he was in the room , being in his presence as little as possible. She had been the same with Bilbo.

One thing they had been fascinated with was her voice,she could rival a full grown elf maiden with her natural born talent for singing,and her cuteness existed to the beginning of beauty even at such a young age.
But she never strayed far away from the shire-she liked to play in the woods often bringing a book with her.
So it was no surprise to Gandalf and Bilbo when she had shuffled in nervously,a habit she would never loose,and looked up from Gandalf to Bilbo, her eyes roaming the room until she decided to set them on the steady fire.
Umm. U . . uncle Bilbo she whispered rocking on her heels not taking her eyes away from the fire, Might it be all right - that is if you could be so kind- as to let me go into the woods again?I would also like to bring a book if that would be ok.
She hesitantly looked up to Bilbo as if looking at him would make her drop dead.
Smiling kindly Bilbo nodded, Of cores Harry, he said getting up, Would you like a lunch?
Harry shook her head, that's ok Bilbo. I can eat a small sneak when I get home.
Bilbo hesitated then nodded solemnly and turned to Gandalf once she had left.
See what I mean!She needs someone of her own kind-some of the elves attention to help her out!
Gandalf nodded puffing some smoke rings from his pipe and whispered, She is not full elf Bilbo. Something about her.... ***
Harry walked around cautiously as she allowed her mind to flow with many words and people, allowing her imagination to flow with many things. It had been a year since that frightful day she had transported herself some how to this strange but seemingly kind land.
She was not used to kindness people on the street would talk behind cupped hands to one another,eying her strangely as she passed,and kids despised her very being.
Sighing, Harry sat down on a small rock that was wedged between a tree and an old stump. Laying her back to the tree she let it and the wind soothe her fretful mind and let the feeling of a little safeness and peace left her to sleep. Even if it was just for a while.
Had it been any other day Harry would be trying to help her uncle,or just trying to find some kind of work to do.
But normally Gandalf would not be around. She knew she shouldn't try to avoid him, but still. . the warnings her uncle Vernon Dursly had given her at a young age about being around people still bothered her. She didn't know why, though, and that made her frustrated. She concluded it must be because of fear.

As Harry was dozing she was suddenly jerked out of her half asleep state by the snap of a twig. She quickly grabbed her book,heart racing,and got up from the ground looking around wildly for the fear she was sure was lurking about in the shadows.
Hello, she called softly in a shaky voice, i . . is any one here?
Getting no answer she backed up to the tree.
Run, whispered an old voice as though it were the gentle wind itself, Run. Now. Hurry!!
Not even questing what or where the mysterious voice was from and she quickly scrambled over to Bag End not looking back to the nameless fear she knew lurked in the forest.
Once reaching her new home she grabbed the doorknob with shaky hands and ran inside. She shut it with a slam and leaned against it shaking,paler than usual she raised a hand to wipe some sweat off her forehead her heart pounding painfully in her chest. She just hoped that Bilbo or Gandalf hadn't heard while leaning her head back closing her wide emerald eyes.
But her wishes were not to be fulfilled it seemed as for the thumping of footsteps told her that her new 'uncle' and the old wizard had indeed heard her and were now in a fuss.
Harry is some . . Harry are you ok? asked Bilbo as soon as he saw the trembling seven year old sitting out of breath and pale on the ground.
I. . I'm fine Uncle V. . . . Bilbo she whispered in a croak.
Gandalf knelt down to her,as Bilbo had already done,and put a hand to the skinny child's shoulder feeling her bone and shuddering inwardly. Bilbo was right about the fact of her needing to eat more and it just wasn't his Hobbitish thoughts.
Harry what was it? he asked his blue eyes piercing her own fearful green ones. Something about those eyes reminded her of something,or maybe someone. She couldn't tell.
I, she whispered, her usual fear of strangers back though she was getting used to Gandalf after his week long visit, Something. . someone. . I don't know. It was out there. A. . . and there was a voice. . . . a voice told me to. . to run away.
Gandalf and Bilbo looked to each other. Had the child run into something dangerous?If so what?What could be in the Shire?
Do you want some supper? asked Bilbo braking the unwanted-to him and Gandalf - silence.
Fidgeting slightly Harry shook her head, I. . I just want to go to bed.
Slowly nodding, Bilbo got out of his crouching position and held out a hand which she slowly took, Well if you need anything-
I'll be fine honestly, she whispered and slowly scurried out of the room. ****
IT was late at night when Bilbo finally started their conversation in hushed voices in front of the fire place, the orange glow dancing across the dark room, the stars and moon aglow outside.
You think it would work, Gandalf? Bilbo asked, breaking the silence that clung to them as he blew out of his pipe.
A second green ring slowly floated up to the wizards hat Yes.
It has been one year since I adopted her after I found her and she still has nightmares, Bilbo said. He now had got up and closed a window that had blown open from a frightful wind. Turning back toward Gandalf he continued, I don't like to see her suffer. She was an innocent and sweet Girl I'm sure of it. Yes, she still is. But she is going to break under the sorrow's of life.
I don't think so, my friend. Even if she doesn't show it, she is very strong,don't give up on her, Gandalf pointed out and glanced at the girl's door that was down the hall barely just seen around the corner cast in flickering grey shadows.
Yes. You're right, Gandalf, The wizard was at Bag End when the tragedy news of Primula and Drogo came. After paying their respects Gandalf had said he had to take care of some business, and had found Bilbo at home tending to a small child around the age of six.
Gandalf had asked Elrond if it might be ok for Harry to come,explaining much of her well hidden past as well,also hinting the fact that they thought she was treated very wrongly at her old home.
Elrond, being the kind elf he was,had agreed wholeheartedly. He would love to help the young girl in any way possible and if coming to Rivendell was the thing then so be it. Warning other elves to be cautious of how they acted around her,( she scares easy I hear my friends, he said in his announcement of the three's coming, I would like you to welcome her and let her slowly become accustomed to Rivendell. Everyone, of cores,agreed full hearted, their hearts reaching out for the youth's safety and health.),and that was how they were in this position of going to Rivendell.
* * *
Master, hissed a voice eerily, Mas-ster I could not get her before the treesss warned her. S-Sir,I believe ssshe might be able to have the ability to though. It radiates-s from her sssire!
So be it, said a cold voice, then let us collect her shall we?