Author's note: Okay this is the second chappie for my LotR fic. Go back to
chapter one to see my disclaimer.
Gandalf stops his wagon in front of Bag End, passes a sign 'No Admittance Except on Party Business', and knocks on the door with his staff. A disgruntled voice comes from within.
"No thank you! We don't want any more well-wishers, visitors, or distant relations!"
"How about very old friends?" Gandalf asked. The door opens and Bilbo appears at the door.
"Gandalf?" He asked surprised.
"Bilbo Baggins" Gandalf says with an amused sparkle in his eyes. He hugs Bilbo.
"My dear Gandalf!!" Bilbo says. Gandalf looks at him.
"One hundred and eleven years old! Who would believe it? You haven't aged a day."
"Come in, come in, welcome, would you like some tea? Or perhaps something stronger. I still have some of the Old Winyards left. 1296, a very good year! Almost as old as I am! My Father put it down. What say we open one?" Gandalf shook his head.
"Just tea thank you." he says as Bilbo is hanging his hat and staff up.
Gandalf knocks the chandelier, steadies it, and hits his head on the beam when he turns around.
"I was expecting you last week, but you come and go as you please..."
He gathers food while Gandalf looks at the maps spread out on Bilbo's table.
"I can make you some eggs if you like..." he comes into the room and realizes that Gandalf isn't there. Gandalf appears behind him.
"Just tea thank you."
"Yes, right, you don't mind if I do?" he asks with a mouthful of food.
"Oh, no, not at all." Gandalf says as someone knocks on the door.
Bilbo flings himself against the wall.
"I'm not at home! I need to get away from these confounded relatives, hanging on the bell all day, never giving me a moment's rest. I want to see mountains again, Gandalf, mountains! And then find someplace quiet where I can finish my book. Oh, right, the tea."
"You mean to go through with your plan, then?"
"Yes, everything's in hand. The arrangements have all been made."
"Frodo suspects."
"Of course he suspects, he's a Baggins, not some blockheaded Bracegirdle from Hardbottle!"
"You will tell him, won't you?"
"Yes, yes."
"He's very fond of you, you know."
"I know. He'd probably come with me if I asked him to, but I think in his heart Frodo is still in love with the Shire. The woods, the fields, little rivers. I'm old, Gandalf. I know I don't look it, but I begin to feel it in my heart. I feel thin, stretched, like butter scraped over too much bread. I need a holiday, a very long holiday, and I don't expect I shall return. In fact, I mean not to!"
Bilbo and Gandalf sit outside Bag-End, smoking.
"Old Toby! Finest weed in Southfarthing."
Bilbo blows a smoke-ring; Gandalf blows a ship, which sails through the ring.
"Gandalf, my old friend, this will be a night to remember!"...
In Mirkwood.
"I am Nienna, a ranger of the plains of Rohan" she gets up and bows to Legolas and Thranduil.
"Well Nienna what brings you all the way from Rohan to Mirkwood?" asks Thranduil.
She looks at Aragorn.
"King Theoden calls for acceptance for me to be included in Lord Elrond's counsel"
Legolas and Thranduil nod. Aragorn nods.
"Very well." he holds back a laugh. "Milady if you would kindly explain why they are sending a she-elf, nonetheless a she-ranger, instead of Eomer the sister -son of Theoden?" Nienna glares at him.
"I don't understand where you think you've been given the authority to insult me this way.you.. you LONGSHANKS!" Aragorn's face turns bright red.
She turns towards Thranduil and she bows, "My Lord I shall take my leave of you and head southeast towards Rivendell myself, although I may dare to ask if I can be loaned a horse from your stables?" Thranduil nods.
"Of course Legolas please fetch this maiden a valiant steed from the stable.." Legolas nods, and motions for Nienna to follow him.
Aragorn looks at Thranduil "My King you realize that she is not who she says she is?" Thranduil nods.
"Yes of course but if she desires to be in Elrond's counsel then let Elrond decide that matter" he nods as she kicks the horse in the side and starts off.
"Naamarie Prince Legolas, and King Thranduil" she nods at Aragorn and gallops off.
There is a screech and Aragorn turns quickly towards the palace...
Author's Note: Okay I'm done the 2nd chapter. I would like to thank all of those who reviewed the first chapter. Please be kind to me and review!!!
Gandalf stops his wagon in front of Bag End, passes a sign 'No Admittance Except on Party Business', and knocks on the door with his staff. A disgruntled voice comes from within.
"No thank you! We don't want any more well-wishers, visitors, or distant relations!"
"How about very old friends?" Gandalf asked. The door opens and Bilbo appears at the door.
"Gandalf?" He asked surprised.
"Bilbo Baggins" Gandalf says with an amused sparkle in his eyes. He hugs Bilbo.
"My dear Gandalf!!" Bilbo says. Gandalf looks at him.
"One hundred and eleven years old! Who would believe it? You haven't aged a day."
"Come in, come in, welcome, would you like some tea? Or perhaps something stronger. I still have some of the Old Winyards left. 1296, a very good year! Almost as old as I am! My Father put it down. What say we open one?" Gandalf shook his head.
"Just tea thank you." he says as Bilbo is hanging his hat and staff up.
Gandalf knocks the chandelier, steadies it, and hits his head on the beam when he turns around.
"I was expecting you last week, but you come and go as you please..."
He gathers food while Gandalf looks at the maps spread out on Bilbo's table.
"I can make you some eggs if you like..." he comes into the room and realizes that Gandalf isn't there. Gandalf appears behind him.
"Just tea thank you."
"Yes, right, you don't mind if I do?" he asks with a mouthful of food.
"Oh, no, not at all." Gandalf says as someone knocks on the door.
Bilbo flings himself against the wall.
"I'm not at home! I need to get away from these confounded relatives, hanging on the bell all day, never giving me a moment's rest. I want to see mountains again, Gandalf, mountains! And then find someplace quiet where I can finish my book. Oh, right, the tea."
"You mean to go through with your plan, then?"
"Yes, everything's in hand. The arrangements have all been made."
"Frodo suspects."
"Of course he suspects, he's a Baggins, not some blockheaded Bracegirdle from Hardbottle!"
"You will tell him, won't you?"
"Yes, yes."
"He's very fond of you, you know."
"I know. He'd probably come with me if I asked him to, but I think in his heart Frodo is still in love with the Shire. The woods, the fields, little rivers. I'm old, Gandalf. I know I don't look it, but I begin to feel it in my heart. I feel thin, stretched, like butter scraped over too much bread. I need a holiday, a very long holiday, and I don't expect I shall return. In fact, I mean not to!"
Bilbo and Gandalf sit outside Bag-End, smoking.
"Old Toby! Finest weed in Southfarthing."
Bilbo blows a smoke-ring; Gandalf blows a ship, which sails through the ring.
"Gandalf, my old friend, this will be a night to remember!"...
In Mirkwood.
"I am Nienna, a ranger of the plains of Rohan" she gets up and bows to Legolas and Thranduil.
"Well Nienna what brings you all the way from Rohan to Mirkwood?" asks Thranduil.
She looks at Aragorn.
"King Theoden calls for acceptance for me to be included in Lord Elrond's counsel"
Legolas and Thranduil nod. Aragorn nods.
"Very well." he holds back a laugh. "Milady if you would kindly explain why they are sending a she-elf, nonetheless a she-ranger, instead of Eomer the sister -son of Theoden?" Nienna glares at him.
"I don't understand where you think you've been given the authority to insult me this way.you.. you LONGSHANKS!" Aragorn's face turns bright red.
She turns towards Thranduil and she bows, "My Lord I shall take my leave of you and head southeast towards Rivendell myself, although I may dare to ask if I can be loaned a horse from your stables?" Thranduil nods.
"Of course Legolas please fetch this maiden a valiant steed from the stable.." Legolas nods, and motions for Nienna to follow him.
Aragorn looks at Thranduil "My King you realize that she is not who she says she is?" Thranduil nods.
"Yes of course but if she desires to be in Elrond's counsel then let Elrond decide that matter" he nods as she kicks the horse in the side and starts off.
"Naamarie Prince Legolas, and King Thranduil" she nods at Aragorn and gallops off.
There is a screech and Aragorn turns quickly towards the palace...
Author's Note: Okay I'm done the 2nd chapter. I would like to thank all of those who reviewed the first chapter. Please be kind to me and review!!!