Author Notes: First, sorry it's been so long since I've updated. You would not believe the case of writers' block that I've had. That, in addition to school, in addition to church, and this week exams…bah. I know it's short, but now that school's out, I should get more written. Thanks a lot, and please review! It make's my day!
Chapter 3-On to the party
"Uncle Bilbo! Hurry up; we're going to be late!" Anyanka cried as she and Frodo waited impatiently for their uncle.
"You can't be late for your own party!" Bilbo called back. "Besides, you shouldn't rush an old hobbit!" Anya and Frodo exchanged a look and Anya opened the door to Bag End for what seemed to be the hundredth time. She could see people beginning to head towards the large white gate that had been set up as the entrance the field where the party was being held. She could barely make out Gandalf's tall figure bent over, preparing his fireworks.
"Uncle Bilbo!" The twins cried out together.
"I'm coming, I'm coming," he grumbled as he made his way down the hall, fighting with his neck tie. "This darn thing just won't do as it's supposed to! More stubborn than Lobelia, I tell you," he complained. He stepped in front of Anya and dropped his hands defeated at his side. Anya stepped up with a somewhat motherly sigh and swiftly knotted the elusive tie. Frodo watched the familiar exchange with a grin as Anya brushed off Bilbo's dress jacket.
"What would you do without us?" Frodo asked.
"I suspect that I would never again have a perfectly knotted neck-tie," Bilbo replied calmly.
"There," Anya said, stepping back to admire her work. "Perfect." Bilbo smiled back at them.
"Well then, we'd better be off before we embarrass ourselves by not properly greeting our guests, wouldn't you agree?" Bilbo said, taking Anya's arm in his and walking out the door. Frodo pulled the door closed behind the trio and Anya reached back and grabbed his arm with her free one. Together the three headed down to the party field to begin the festivities.