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Chapter Three: A Slap In the Face

"Frodo!" I shouted to him.

But nothing happened. He only lay in a crippled sprawl across the ground. A few feet separated his legs. His body lay flat facing the ground. I brought my head up to view a tree. Many of the branches were broken. I looked down at Frodo, his body was littered with stems and leaves. I shockingly turned to the female Hobbit and then back to Frodo's fallen body. I noticed he was lacking the up and down rise of breath.

"He is not breathing!" I screamed.

The female Hobbit only gawked at Frodo's distorted body. I turned to her in shock. I grabbed her arms and shook her from her trance. Her kind brown eyes turned to me in horror. But then she spoke,

"You need to supply him with air." She explained. "Put your mouth over his and-"

"Oh no! Not me!" I shouted at her.

"I cannot, I am bound, I cannot place my lips on anyone besides my husband."

I stared passed her. I didn't know what to do. Let him die, or let him live. And I have to live with the fact that I kissed Frodo Baggins.

"Alright," I puffed.

I turned back to Frodo. I slowly bent down to him and turned his body over to face me. He was covered in dirt. I slowly moved my head down to his and silently prayed.

'If this doesn't work, I am going to die of humiliation.' I thought.

Bit by bit, I brought my lips closer to his. And then they connected. I quickly pushed a breath out of me and into him. I backed off of him and looked at him. There was a coy grin on his face. And that was when I knew what was going on.

"Curse you Frodo Baggins!" I shouted.

I hurriedly stood and stared at him. He now had his hands a crossed his chest. And his eyes were widely open.

"You enjoyed it," He laughed.

And without hesitation I brought my foot back and then forward. It connected with his side and he rolled over in pain.

"And THAT'S what you deserve." I yelled. "That's right, crawl in the dirt like the pig that you are!"

I kicked dirt at him and then fled. I ran as quickly as possible back to my dissembled party. When I reached the tall banner, which held my name, I only noticed piles of empty chairs, and no one could be seen.

My heart dropped when I noticed my father standing next to Bilbo. His face seemed angrier than a wild bore. I leisurely walked over to him and Bilbo.

"Father?" I questioned.

"Ayana, how could you do such a thing?" He furiously asked.

"Do, what did I do?" I questioned.

"Do not deceive me, what were you doing, while your guests were in a panic?" He sternly questioned.

"Father, it was Frodo, he-"

"Frodo has been sick all night, how could you blame him for leaving. The lady that ran up there was only worried about his temperature." He explained.

"No, he was out in the wood!" I shouted.

I fathers eyes raged with scorn. I knew I was going to be in a trouble. He only glanced to Bilbo then back at me.

"Ayana, clean this mess up, and then come straight home, I wish to speak with you then."

And with out another word, Bilbo and himself walked off into the well-lit shire. I stared at their forms until the moon was no longer shinning on them. I yawed and stared at the unbelievable mess the Hobbits had left me.

"This is going to take all night." I puffed.

I began to tip up all of the chairs and tables in the area where the party was held. My ears were still ringing of the joyous night. That is until Frodo had to ruin my party, not to mention my birthday celebration. When I finished picking up the second chair I realized.

"This will take all night." I irately said.

As I was lifting the table with my back I felt resistance along the backside of the table. I dropped the table quickly and hear a thud. Then I dropped the table back down on its side and went to the other side of the table where to Hobbit's were lying.

"Pippin, Merry?" I questioned.

They both looked at me with coy smiles. Then the hurriedly got up and began to wipe themselves off.

"What are you doing out here?" I whispered loudly.

"I-" but Pippin was jabbed in the sides, "We, have come to help you."

They both smiled and I only stared at them. They were too curious to be there on my account.

"What really are you two doing?" I questioned.

I folded my arms across my chest and sternly looked at them. They turned to each other and nodded. Then Merry turned his face to me.

"We, feel foolish for acting the way we have," He began. "We know what Frodo had done, and we knew we should at least help you clean up this mess."

"This mess?" I questioned, which they nodded to. "You want the left over food don't you!"

They both turned to each other in surprise. Then back to me with a grin. I really felt bad for them. And I really felt like I could use some help.

"If you help, you may have whatever you wish." I said to them.

They smiled happily then they began to jump erratically. I was so shocked that I was receiving help; I too began to jump up and down. But I slowed my jump and was again still. They stopped jumping when they had realized I was standing still.

"Let us work." I insisted.

They gave a nod and we began to work. I think it was the hardest thing I ever had to do, and it was my birthday no less. But I shrugged it off until we were completely finished. When we finished the clean up we had three pieces of my cake each.

"Thank you." I said with a mouth full of cake.

Merry and Pippin only bobbled their heads up and down as they stared at the cake. They had frosting from ear to ear as they stuffed themselves full.

"Well," I said as I stood. "I shall be off, my father needs a stern yelling at me. And if I am going to receive any sleep for tonight, I better head off."

They waved to me as they grabbed yet another piece of my cake. I giggled to myself as I walked home. But when I reached my door, I knew laughing would only cause him to yell more. I turned the doorknob, which lay, in the center of the circle door and I slowly went in.

When I reached the inside I noticed the lights were dimmed and a fire was roaring in the fireplace.

"Father?" I asked.

There was a mumble from the kitchen and then plates smacking to the counter. I ran into the kitchen to see my mother was angrily eyeing my father.

"Mother. Father, what is wrong?" I asked.

"You," She said. " That was not respectable behavior miss."

I looked at her then my father I was now really upset. I mean they were taking Frodo's side over mine. My father stood and slowly walked over to the side of me where he stopped.

"Mother, it's Frodo, he is the one that did all that!" I shouted.

"Do not raise your voice to your mother!" He shouted.

"If you yell, why can I not?" I retorted.

He brought his hand back and smacked me across the face. I fell to the ground in pain. His hand stung harder than any fall I had ever taken. My mother ran to my side but I pushed her from me.

My eyes glittered with tears as I shakily stood and stared at them. My father seemed so horrified at what he had done, but I did not care. I turned from them and ran. I did not care where to, as long as it was far from them.

As I flew the door open from my home I could here my mother running after me. I turned back as I ran across the fields, she was standing at the door yelling for me to come back. But I had no desire to go back.

My father hit me, he stuck me across the face, where a red scorching hand now stands. I ran up and over a small hill to view the Shire fields. I smiled as I ran crossways through the moon lit daisies and grass.

I slowed my running as came to a very large and old willow tree, which I have known my entire life. I grinned and stepped closer to it. It was a secret willow, and I am the only Hobbit who knows its secrets.

I walked toward the tree step by step. I was inches from the beautiful and mysterious tree when along comes the worst Hobbit Middle-Earth had ever seen. Or whom I thought was. He stood right in front of me and smiled. I glared at him with fury.

A/N: I hope you all enjoyed this chapter. Believe me, I never was going to do that with her father, it was a spur of the moment thing. But trust me, it will all work out for the better. And don't forget to review like a mad one! (Mr. Grinch) I don't know, okay going mow!