Chapter One
Authors Note...yes, I don't own any characters or places or anything. Enjoy and RR!
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It was a sunny afternoon in Hobbiton and Frodo, Pippin and Merry were out walking in a small forest on the outskirts of the Shire....
"I say Pip, its such a nice day", Merry observed.
"Merry....I worry about you"
"What? Frodo, here, back me up. It was just a simple observation!"
But Frodo wasn't listening. He wasn't in the mood for Merry and Pippin's comical bickering today. Much unlike the standard hobbit, Frodo was always keen for an adventure, and it had been far too long since his last one with the goat...he shuddered at the memory.
"There's a sight I don't want to see again!" Frodo muttered to himself.
"What?" Pippin asked.
"Oh, never mind...talking to myself" Frodo replied.
"Shame Sam couldn't come." Merry sighed.
"Yeah it is. We should pop round later, and see how little Elanor is, it's really terrible that...."
But Pippin was cut short, as Frodo had stopped dead in his tracks...
"Um....Frodo....legs...move this one, then that one, that's the idea....Frodo?"
Merry and Pippin's eyes soon fell on the object that had caused this sudden halt. There was what looked like a rectangular box just lying in the grass at the side of the path. Frodo looked around, but there was no one in sight that this...thing...could belong to. There was strange markings on it too...
"What IS that thing?" Pippin whispered, almost intimidated by this inanimate object. Curiosity overwhelmed him and he dropped down beside it.
"Don't Pippin" Merry warned. "It could be dangerous!"
But Pippin wasn't listening. He picked up the box and turned it over, taking it all in, its shape, weight...and suddenly it sprang open.
"Aaah, Its alive!" Pippin jumped up, letting the box fall to the ground.
Frodo, however, had come to the conclusion that it wasn't an animal, he was pretty sure. Now he sat beside it, and put it on his lap, Pippin watching from behind Merry, still clearly frightened from his traumatic experience a few seconds before.
"B...b..Be careffful....F...Frodo" He stammered.
The atmosphere was shattered, however, by the distant sound of chatter coming from the direction of the Green Dragon.
"We can't stay. Come on....to bag end" Frodo declared, standing up and carrying the box.
Authors Note...yes, I don't own any characters or places or anything. Enjoy and RR!
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It was a sunny afternoon in Hobbiton and Frodo, Pippin and Merry were out walking in a small forest on the outskirts of the Shire....
"I say Pip, its such a nice day", Merry observed.
"Merry....I worry about you"
"What? Frodo, here, back me up. It was just a simple observation!"
But Frodo wasn't listening. He wasn't in the mood for Merry and Pippin's comical bickering today. Much unlike the standard hobbit, Frodo was always keen for an adventure, and it had been far too long since his last one with the goat...he shuddered at the memory.
"There's a sight I don't want to see again!" Frodo muttered to himself.
"What?" Pippin asked.
"Oh, never mind...talking to myself" Frodo replied.
"Shame Sam couldn't come." Merry sighed.
"Yeah it is. We should pop round later, and see how little Elanor is, it's really terrible that...."
But Pippin was cut short, as Frodo had stopped dead in his tracks...
"Um....Frodo....legs...move this one, then that one, that's the idea....Frodo?"
Merry and Pippin's eyes soon fell on the object that had caused this sudden halt. There was what looked like a rectangular box just lying in the grass at the side of the path. Frodo looked around, but there was no one in sight that this...thing...could belong to. There was strange markings on it too...
"What IS that thing?" Pippin whispered, almost intimidated by this inanimate object. Curiosity overwhelmed him and he dropped down beside it.
"Don't Pippin" Merry warned. "It could be dangerous!"
But Pippin wasn't listening. He picked up the box and turned it over, taking it all in, its shape, weight...and suddenly it sprang open.
"Aaah, Its alive!" Pippin jumped up, letting the box fall to the ground.
Frodo, however, had come to the conclusion that it wasn't an animal, he was pretty sure. Now he sat beside it, and put it on his lap, Pippin watching from behind Merry, still clearly frightened from his traumatic experience a few seconds before.
"B...b..Be careffful....F...Frodo" He stammered.
The atmosphere was shattered, however, by the distant sound of chatter coming from the direction of the Green Dragon.
"We can't stay. Come on....to bag end" Frodo declared, standing up and carrying the box.