A/N: I hope this is a very interesting story. I really wanted to write a
story about Hobbits, and now I hope it will be as good as I had hoped. I
hope everyone enjoys my story, this story will take place first before the
ring came to Bilbo Baggins of the Shire. And it will hopefully end after. I
hope you enjoy. And review like mad!!!!!
~*~ Disclaimer: I do not own anything of Tolkien's genius, or his Invented world of fantasy and fiction.
~*~ Chapter One: Merry Eleventh ~*~
By Shire records 1380. As I went through the quite and calm fields of the Shire I skipped for joy. Never in my life had I ever felt so blissful. I had now turned eleven and my birth was quite a celebration. Every Hobbit from Bag End was going to be there. Even in our quaint little region, we knew how to throw gatherings.
The fields were full of peaceful greens and browns. I pranced over to a large darkened tree. I slowly sat down and placed my back upon its bark. I began to close my eyes and drift into a dream. But something happened I had not expected.
A dark haired, short, as all Hobbits are, Hobbit jumped from out behind the tree. I felt my heart leap. I gripped my chest then cynically stared at him.
"Fool of a Hobbit," I shouted to him.
He only smiled. I noted he had placed his hands behind his back.
I curiously stared at him.
"What have you, in your hand?" I questioned.
He only smiled. He was a cute Hobbit, although he terrorized many of the Hobbiton villagers.
"Out with it Baggins!" I yelled at him.
He gave me a coy look before moving his hand from his back. There stood a beautiful lily. He brought his hand out to me. I gratefully took the flower.
"I thought I might give you something for your birthday." He said with a smile.
I nodded to him. I then brought my gaze to the intricate flower. I brought my nose to it to smell, but then something happened. I threw the flower quickly and began to rub my nose. I then looked down at where I had thrown the lily. A large centipede was crawling out of it. I brought my gaze to the Baggins as he laughed.
"Master Frodo," I began.
I sat up from my comfortable spot and glared at him.
"Might I interest you in a sandwich?"
He smiled and then replied.
"Aye, I love them,"
With out one more thought I brought my fist back, which clenched tightly. And with a quick swing, I hit him. He stumbled and gripped his face.
"Ayana. Why did you hit me?" He pleaded for an answer.
"Well, only you would understand the procedures of revenge, master Baggins," I said that happily.
I then turned around and ran on my merry way. Speaking of merry. I was running through the village, when I had run into a Brandybuck. I fell back in surprise, but did not lose my balance and fall.
"Ayana, why do you insist on running into every Hobbit in Bag End? People believe you to be trouble,"
I laughed at him.
"Merry, why do you listen to your father, he has problems with the entire Shire." I said.
Merry stood up straight. I noticed his stature was quite awkward. His naturally scruffy brunette hair was smashed into his head. He wore a green over vest with a tan colored under shirt. His bear and hairy feet shined amazingly, for his pants were to high up. You would be considered blind if you could not notice this.
"Meriadoc, if you do not mind. Ayana, why do you wish this running insistently?" he questioned.
"I love to run," I replied.
And with that, I waved good-bye to the humorous Hobbit, and went along on my way. I passed by the hobbits of Bag End who all smiled at me as I passed through. All the dear Bagginses and Boffins, Tooks and Brandybucks, Grubbs, Chubbs, Hornblowers, Bolgers, Bracegirdles and Proudfeet. They were all a great asset to The Shire.
I huridly ran to my home which lay in Underhill. Where in fact Frodo lived close by.
"Oh I despise that Hobbit." I whispered to myself.
I turned the small knob, which attached to a circle shaped brown door. I slowly opened the door to enter my home.
"Hello mother?" I called through the house.
But there was no answer. I shrugged and began to parade around the house until I had gotten to my parents bedroom.
"Mum?" I questioned.
"Yes dear?" I heard a reply.
But barely, she had her door closed and she was yelling through it.
"Can he ever be civil?" I angrily pouted.
"Who dear?"
"Frodo, I mean he should at least be civil, considering his uncle Bilbo owns Bag End," I complained.
"Sweetie, Frodo is only twelve, not to smart of an age," She shouted through the door.
"He gave me a flower today." I said unhappily.
"That seems quite kind."
"There was a centipede in it!" I cried.
"Oh," I heard her sigh.
Then slowly I heard shuffling getting louder and closer to the door until the door opened. My mother stepped out. She was rather attractive for a Hobbit. Her hair was the color of dirty blonde, but she was a smart as any man in the entire Shire. The reflected on her clothes. She normally wore a tattered old over dress with a nice silk like undershirt under the dress. But today was special, it was the day I had been born. And she always loved them as much as her own, possibly more. She put her hands to my shoulders and she sighed again.
"He will grow, and he will find you gorgeous when the time comes," She said politely.
"You say that every time though." I said in a sigh as hers was. "I don't think it would ever happen for Frodo,"
My mother only patted my head and messed with my hair.
"Get dressed," She ordered in a whisper. "We cannot be late for a party that is set out for you,"
She smiled at me kindly. And with every smile she ever gave me, mine would shine brighter. I nodded my head to her and went into my room. I had previously picked out my clothes and so I was all ready.
As I finished getting ready I looked down upon my dress. 'Twas my nicest of all. There was a white colored undershirt before the actual dress. I rubbed the green down to flatten the dress. Which had laced edges and beautiful green fabric.
"Mother, I am ready," I called to her.
I heard a jingle of my doorknob and then she entered. She paused and gazed at me.
"You look wonderful," She whispered.
I smiled at her and she smiled back.
"Are we leaving now? Where is da'?" I questioned.
"He is still preparing," She replied. "Let us hurry."
And with a nod, I followed her from my room. I grabbed my green over coat and placed it around me. It was quite cold, and I did not want to freeze. When we reached the banner, which ready Merry Eleventh Ayana, we smiled at the lack of guests. No one had began to arrive. I was after all glad. I had time to frolic before I would make a fool of myself.
But then one after another The Hobbits of Hobbiton began to arrive. Unfortunately there was only one Hobbit I did not wish to be there.
"Say hello to Frodo," My mother urged me.
I sighed and shrugged.
"Hello." I angrily said.
"Is this not a wonderful evening for a celebration?" He questioned coyly.
"Only if you enjoy little insects in your face," I replied with a smirk.
"Perhaps you are the one fascinated with insects, considering you look much like one." He said and gaze at my face.
"Perhaps, you would rather be kicked," I threatened.
But he took this as a warning. He slowly backed away and ran over to his friend Merry. I smiled then noticed where my father had been. I happily jumped for joy.
"Father!" I shouted.
Almost the entire crowd of Hobbits turned to look at me. But I did not care. I hurriedly ran to where my father was. He was standing next to a pole and he was speaking with Bilbo Baggins. Which was the owner of Bag End and unfortunately Frodo's uncle. My father heard my shout he turned to where I was running. She smiled and bent down.
"How is my beautiful daughter?" He said with his deep strong voice.
"Happier that ever, now that you are here," I said with a chuckle.
"I am happy as well," He said.
But then his face drew into a very saddened expression. He set me down and stared deep into my crystal blue eyes. He gave me a smile and a light pinch on the cheek, but I could tell he had been upset.
"Father?" I questioned softly.
He then turned his head to Bilbo. I turned to look at Bilbo as well, but I didn't understand.
"WE must speak briefly my dear," My father told me. "Please, speak with your mother or, perhaps the young Took you seem to be good friends."
I sighed. "Well it was not Frodo whom you suggested, so I will," I agreed.
"That is all well, please excuse me," He said.
He patted my shoulders and then gave me a soft kiss upon my forehead. And with that he turned from me. I smiled at Bilbo, who looked distressed. He only ignored me. So I juat walked away from my father, even though I planned to go back to him. I could not expect the worst or the best, only what my father would want me to do. Which was go and speak with Peregrin Took, or Pippin.
~*~ A/N: Thank you for reading this first part, I hope you enjoyed it. I except all reviews, I only dislike the ones that are construed as flaming. But I do want you to write a review, even if this needs help, I would love to hear about what I am able to fix! Namaarie all! ~*~
~*~ Disclaimer: I do not own anything of Tolkien's genius, or his Invented world of fantasy and fiction.
~*~ Chapter One: Merry Eleventh ~*~
By Shire records 1380. As I went through the quite and calm fields of the Shire I skipped for joy. Never in my life had I ever felt so blissful. I had now turned eleven and my birth was quite a celebration. Every Hobbit from Bag End was going to be there. Even in our quaint little region, we knew how to throw gatherings.
The fields were full of peaceful greens and browns. I pranced over to a large darkened tree. I slowly sat down and placed my back upon its bark. I began to close my eyes and drift into a dream. But something happened I had not expected.
A dark haired, short, as all Hobbits are, Hobbit jumped from out behind the tree. I felt my heart leap. I gripped my chest then cynically stared at him.
"Fool of a Hobbit," I shouted to him.
He only smiled. I noted he had placed his hands behind his back.
I curiously stared at him.
"What have you, in your hand?" I questioned.
He only smiled. He was a cute Hobbit, although he terrorized many of the Hobbiton villagers.
"Out with it Baggins!" I yelled at him.
He gave me a coy look before moving his hand from his back. There stood a beautiful lily. He brought his hand out to me. I gratefully took the flower.
"I thought I might give you something for your birthday." He said with a smile.
I nodded to him. I then brought my gaze to the intricate flower. I brought my nose to it to smell, but then something happened. I threw the flower quickly and began to rub my nose. I then looked down at where I had thrown the lily. A large centipede was crawling out of it. I brought my gaze to the Baggins as he laughed.
"Master Frodo," I began.
I sat up from my comfortable spot and glared at him.
"Might I interest you in a sandwich?"
He smiled and then replied.
"Aye, I love them,"
With out one more thought I brought my fist back, which clenched tightly. And with a quick swing, I hit him. He stumbled and gripped his face.
"Ayana. Why did you hit me?" He pleaded for an answer.
"Well, only you would understand the procedures of revenge, master Baggins," I said that happily.
I then turned around and ran on my merry way. Speaking of merry. I was running through the village, when I had run into a Brandybuck. I fell back in surprise, but did not lose my balance and fall.
"Ayana, why do you insist on running into every Hobbit in Bag End? People believe you to be trouble,"
I laughed at him.
"Merry, why do you listen to your father, he has problems with the entire Shire." I said.
Merry stood up straight. I noticed his stature was quite awkward. His naturally scruffy brunette hair was smashed into his head. He wore a green over vest with a tan colored under shirt. His bear and hairy feet shined amazingly, for his pants were to high up. You would be considered blind if you could not notice this.
"Meriadoc, if you do not mind. Ayana, why do you wish this running insistently?" he questioned.
"I love to run," I replied.
And with that, I waved good-bye to the humorous Hobbit, and went along on my way. I passed by the hobbits of Bag End who all smiled at me as I passed through. All the dear Bagginses and Boffins, Tooks and Brandybucks, Grubbs, Chubbs, Hornblowers, Bolgers, Bracegirdles and Proudfeet. They were all a great asset to The Shire.
I huridly ran to my home which lay in Underhill. Where in fact Frodo lived close by.
"Oh I despise that Hobbit." I whispered to myself.
I turned the small knob, which attached to a circle shaped brown door. I slowly opened the door to enter my home.
"Hello mother?" I called through the house.
But there was no answer. I shrugged and began to parade around the house until I had gotten to my parents bedroom.
"Mum?" I questioned.
"Yes dear?" I heard a reply.
But barely, she had her door closed and she was yelling through it.
"Can he ever be civil?" I angrily pouted.
"Who dear?"
"Frodo, I mean he should at least be civil, considering his uncle Bilbo owns Bag End," I complained.
"Sweetie, Frodo is only twelve, not to smart of an age," She shouted through the door.
"He gave me a flower today." I said unhappily.
"That seems quite kind."
"There was a centipede in it!" I cried.
"Oh," I heard her sigh.
Then slowly I heard shuffling getting louder and closer to the door until the door opened. My mother stepped out. She was rather attractive for a Hobbit. Her hair was the color of dirty blonde, but she was a smart as any man in the entire Shire. The reflected on her clothes. She normally wore a tattered old over dress with a nice silk like undershirt under the dress. But today was special, it was the day I had been born. And she always loved them as much as her own, possibly more. She put her hands to my shoulders and she sighed again.
"He will grow, and he will find you gorgeous when the time comes," She said politely.
"You say that every time though." I said in a sigh as hers was. "I don't think it would ever happen for Frodo,"
My mother only patted my head and messed with my hair.
"Get dressed," She ordered in a whisper. "We cannot be late for a party that is set out for you,"
She smiled at me kindly. And with every smile she ever gave me, mine would shine brighter. I nodded my head to her and went into my room. I had previously picked out my clothes and so I was all ready.
As I finished getting ready I looked down upon my dress. 'Twas my nicest of all. There was a white colored undershirt before the actual dress. I rubbed the green down to flatten the dress. Which had laced edges and beautiful green fabric.
"Mother, I am ready," I called to her.
I heard a jingle of my doorknob and then she entered. She paused and gazed at me.
"You look wonderful," She whispered.
I smiled at her and she smiled back.
"Are we leaving now? Where is da'?" I questioned.
"He is still preparing," She replied. "Let us hurry."
And with a nod, I followed her from my room. I grabbed my green over coat and placed it around me. It was quite cold, and I did not want to freeze. When we reached the banner, which ready Merry Eleventh Ayana, we smiled at the lack of guests. No one had began to arrive. I was after all glad. I had time to frolic before I would make a fool of myself.
But then one after another The Hobbits of Hobbiton began to arrive. Unfortunately there was only one Hobbit I did not wish to be there.
"Say hello to Frodo," My mother urged me.
I sighed and shrugged.
"Hello." I angrily said.
"Is this not a wonderful evening for a celebration?" He questioned coyly.
"Only if you enjoy little insects in your face," I replied with a smirk.
"Perhaps you are the one fascinated with insects, considering you look much like one." He said and gaze at my face.
"Perhaps, you would rather be kicked," I threatened.
But he took this as a warning. He slowly backed away and ran over to his friend Merry. I smiled then noticed where my father had been. I happily jumped for joy.
"Father!" I shouted.
Almost the entire crowd of Hobbits turned to look at me. But I did not care. I hurriedly ran to where my father was. He was standing next to a pole and he was speaking with Bilbo Baggins. Which was the owner of Bag End and unfortunately Frodo's uncle. My father heard my shout he turned to where I was running. She smiled and bent down.
"How is my beautiful daughter?" He said with his deep strong voice.
"Happier that ever, now that you are here," I said with a chuckle.
"I am happy as well," He said.
But then his face drew into a very saddened expression. He set me down and stared deep into my crystal blue eyes. He gave me a smile and a light pinch on the cheek, but I could tell he had been upset.
"Father?" I questioned softly.
He then turned his head to Bilbo. I turned to look at Bilbo as well, but I didn't understand.
"WE must speak briefly my dear," My father told me. "Please, speak with your mother or, perhaps the young Took you seem to be good friends."
I sighed. "Well it was not Frodo whom you suggested, so I will," I agreed.
"That is all well, please excuse me," He said.
He patted my shoulders and then gave me a soft kiss upon my forehead. And with that he turned from me. I smiled at Bilbo, who looked distressed. He only ignored me. So I juat walked away from my father, even though I planned to go back to him. I could not expect the worst or the best, only what my father would want me to do. Which was go and speak with Peregrin Took, or Pippin.
~*~ A/N: Thank you for reading this first part, I hope you enjoyed it. I except all reviews, I only dislike the ones that are construed as flaming. But I do want you to write a review, even if this needs help, I would love to hear about what I am able to fix! Namaarie all! ~*~
