A/N: This is my first LOTR fan fiction so please be gentle.
Chapter 1: The New Year Celebration Ruined.
The Shire was bustling with the New Year celebration. The Party Tree was being decorated for the event that was to take place that night. It had been 10 years since Frodo left the Shire to live with the Elves. Sam, Merry and Pippin talked amongst themselves near the town's stream a few meters down the road.
"I wonder what Mr. Frodo is doing now?" Sam asked his two companions.
"Not sure...he's probably having a good time...wherever he is," Merry said sipping his beer from a mug.
Pippin looked down at the water flowing steadily past them. A never ending stream of water that supplied the Shire townsfolk for centuries and to come.
"He's not coming back...so why talk about him and get all upset?" Pippin finally spoke. His words slow and calm.
"Why not talk about him? He's been our friend for many years and-" Merry began but was cut short from Pippin getting up abruptly and stalking off towards the townsfolk that were busily finishing the decorations.
"What has he been smoking again?" Merry asked looking to his right at Sam who was picking at his toenail.
"He's been upset for days Merry...I've tried to make him see the bright side of things but he won't take the advice," Sam said continuing to pick his toenail.
Merry sighed at this and went back to drinking the last drops of his beer. The grass beneath tickling the underside of their hairy Hobbit feet as a light gust of wind hit them. Sam looked up to the sky. The clouds were gathering and a light shade of grey was forming.
"Looks like there won't be a celebration outside tonight," Sam announced.
Merry looked at his friend aghast, "You sound as if you were expecting it?"
Sam didn't reply but merely nodded.
(Nighttime in the Shire)
The winds picked up late afternoon and rain began to pour. The Shire trees swayed dangerously about. The Shire folk gathered in the pub.
"Drat!! I wanted cake!" Merry announced abruptly when Sam, Rosie and Pippin were sitting squashed up from the crowd.
"Is that all you ever think about? Your stomach?!" Rosie protested, clearly annoyed as well.
"Rosie where are the Hobblings?!" Pippin called out to her.
"They're safe with their babysitter!" she yelled back, the noise too loud for normal chat.
"Maybe we should go back?!" asked Sam who was nursing his beer and Rosie at the same time.
"What in this weather?!" Rosie asked looking down at him.
"Well sure. It's only a bit of rain!"
(Thunderclap)
"Okay...maybe we'll wait!" Sam corrected himself.
There was much shoving and pushing in the pub that a Hobbit spilt his beer onto Rosie's head.
"Sorry ma'am!" the Hobbit managed to say as he made his way towards another table.
"Rosie are you okay?!" Merry asked concerned.
Rosie looked up. Her hair all soaked and dripping from the spilt beer. She smiled, "Oh I'm fine! It was only beer!"
Merry and the others smiled back. Rosie was very well tempered. She got used to the spillage and drunken states of Hobbit's when she worked in the pub. But then she got married to Sam and had children she couldn't work full time. That's when they hired a nurse to look after the children in the night. Rosie took them in the mornings.
The storm went on for hours but calmed down to a light rain by 1:00am. Sam, Rosie and the others decided to take their leave and braved their way back to their homes.
"We'll see you in the morning...around 10!" Rosie told Merry and Pippin when they made their separate ways.
In the distance, a ship docked and a small creature descended from the wooden plank onto the land of Middle Earth.
To be Continued...
Chapter 1: The New Year Celebration Ruined.
The Shire was bustling with the New Year celebration. The Party Tree was being decorated for the event that was to take place that night. It had been 10 years since Frodo left the Shire to live with the Elves. Sam, Merry and Pippin talked amongst themselves near the town's stream a few meters down the road.
"I wonder what Mr. Frodo is doing now?" Sam asked his two companions.
"Not sure...he's probably having a good time...wherever he is," Merry said sipping his beer from a mug.
Pippin looked down at the water flowing steadily past them. A never ending stream of water that supplied the Shire townsfolk for centuries and to come.
"He's not coming back...so why talk about him and get all upset?" Pippin finally spoke. His words slow and calm.
"Why not talk about him? He's been our friend for many years and-" Merry began but was cut short from Pippin getting up abruptly and stalking off towards the townsfolk that were busily finishing the decorations.
"What has he been smoking again?" Merry asked looking to his right at Sam who was picking at his toenail.
"He's been upset for days Merry...I've tried to make him see the bright side of things but he won't take the advice," Sam said continuing to pick his toenail.
Merry sighed at this and went back to drinking the last drops of his beer. The grass beneath tickling the underside of their hairy Hobbit feet as a light gust of wind hit them. Sam looked up to the sky. The clouds were gathering and a light shade of grey was forming.
"Looks like there won't be a celebration outside tonight," Sam announced.
Merry looked at his friend aghast, "You sound as if you were expecting it?"
Sam didn't reply but merely nodded.
(Nighttime in the Shire)
The winds picked up late afternoon and rain began to pour. The Shire trees swayed dangerously about. The Shire folk gathered in the pub.
"Drat!! I wanted cake!" Merry announced abruptly when Sam, Rosie and Pippin were sitting squashed up from the crowd.
"Is that all you ever think about? Your stomach?!" Rosie protested, clearly annoyed as well.
"Rosie where are the Hobblings?!" Pippin called out to her.
"They're safe with their babysitter!" she yelled back, the noise too loud for normal chat.
"Maybe we should go back?!" asked Sam who was nursing his beer and Rosie at the same time.
"What in this weather?!" Rosie asked looking down at him.
"Well sure. It's only a bit of rain!"
(Thunderclap)
"Okay...maybe we'll wait!" Sam corrected himself.
There was much shoving and pushing in the pub that a Hobbit spilt his beer onto Rosie's head.
"Sorry ma'am!" the Hobbit managed to say as he made his way towards another table.
"Rosie are you okay?!" Merry asked concerned.
Rosie looked up. Her hair all soaked and dripping from the spilt beer. She smiled, "Oh I'm fine! It was only beer!"
Merry and the others smiled back. Rosie was very well tempered. She got used to the spillage and drunken states of Hobbit's when she worked in the pub. But then she got married to Sam and had children she couldn't work full time. That's when they hired a nurse to look after the children in the night. Rosie took them in the mornings.
The storm went on for hours but calmed down to a light rain by 1:00am. Sam, Rosie and the others decided to take their leave and braved their way back to their homes.
"We'll see you in the morning...around 10!" Rosie told Merry and Pippin when they made their separate ways.
In the distance, a ship docked and a small creature descended from the wooden plank onto the land of Middle Earth.
To be Continued...