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Chapter Five: Bottled Up

We all walked along the dirt path, until we reached Bag End. Bilbo kindly opened the door into his home for us. We all walked inside the home. The house was neatly made, and dust was barely visible. Until your eyes trailed down the hall to Bilbo's study, which was slightly cracked open.

It look as a mess, but I shrugged it off. My eyes wandered along the walls, which were littered with portraits and maps. I brought my eyes to Bilbo, and questionably stared at him. But he turned his gaze in a worried way.

"Tea anyone?" Bilbo suggested.

"YES!" Frodo and I said in unison.

I weakly smiled at him, before I turned my eyes to face the wood of the hobbit home. We all step over to the kitchen. We each were able to sit down in individual chairs. I sat next to my parents and Frodo sat the opposite of me. Bilbo set the water kettle over the fire. He then walked over to us and sat down in his chair.

"Our current situation is a bit, um, hard to understand." Bilbo said.

I glared angrily at him.

"How is it hard to understand?" I shouted in question. "We fell ASLEEP! That's all!"

My mother brought her hand back and brought it to my arm, hitting me harshly. I stared at her menacingly. Then I turned my gaze and began to stare out of the small-circled window.

"What ever may have happened, that does not excuse this kind of behavior!" My father shouted. "There are going to be dire repercussions. I do not think yourself or Frodo should come in contact. At least not until we are satisfied this foolish behavior is over with."

I turned to him, giving him a look of shock. I angrily stood from the seat.

"You cannot do that!" I protested.

Everyone turned from me except for Frodo. I stared at him, I was pleading into his eyes, but he said nothing. There was a long unbearable silence before anyone spoke again.

"I do believe your parents are right Ayana." Frodo said without shame on his face.

I stared at him, as I was full of fury. But he turned his gaze from me. I brought my hands up and slammed the quickly down on the table, making the room ring of the slapping sound I had made.

"Is everyone against me?" I cried. "Oh, poor little Frodo, always hiding behind something, never had enough GUT!"

He stood up I could tell his rage burn across his face. He glared deeply at me.

"Then it is not to much of a loss for you." He stated.

And without warning he slid his chair away and stomped out of the room. Bilbo slowly stood up from his seat.

"I had better have a word with him." Bilbo said with regret in the tone.

He then walked slowly away from us. Leaving my parents to speak with me. But I did not care what they would say, I felt my heart break for the first time in my life.

"We had better be off." My mother said.

My eyes glinted with tears, so I nodded my head. We walked slowly out of Bag End, and began to walk home. The more I felt the hurt everything would mesh into each other. Almost as a painting. Everything even the grass I was stepping on, had seemed more of a river, than soft greens.

When we reached my home I blankly stepped in, and kept walking. I knew my parents wished to speak with me, but I felt my voice was washed of its speech. I meandered over to my door and opened it quickly. I stared around the room and everything was mixing into blackness. The only thing my tear filled eyes could make out was my bed. I stumbled over to it, and with a fall, I slipped away into nothingness.

~*~four years later~*~

"Ayana!" Someone shouted, and a knock followed.

"Yes mother?" I groggily called back.

"You are going to miss Gandalfs leaving." She said.

I lifted my pillow from under me and placed it over my head. I tried to ignore her, but she knocked again.

"Ayana!" She angrily yelled.

"I do not wish to go. Everyone will be there." I said.

There was a pause, before I heard my doorknob turn, and the door creak open.

"He came for your sixteenth birthday, and you will not go and wish him a good farewell?" she sternly asked.

I flipped the pillow from my head and stared at her, as she stood against my doorframe. I puffed and flipped over so my back was facing her.

"I do not wish to go. Frodo and Bilbo will be there." I replied.

"But we have taken that punishment away. You have been aloud to see Frodo, for over three years now. For your thirteenth, and yet you refuse to see him?" she questioned.

I laid there as I felt a hot tear strolling down my cheek. I brushed it away and began to speak again.

"He refused to stick up for me that day. Mother how can I speak to him?"

She sighed and slowly came over to my bed where she took a seat on it. She placed her hand gently on my shoulder and patted it. There was a moment where no sound could be heard from my room, except for breathing.

"Why do you torture yourself so, my daughter? I am sure everything will-"

But I had to interrupt; fury was racing through my body. It was burning me inside, and it wanted out. I turned my body to face her and heat was pounding on my already reddened checks.

"NO!" I screamed in length.

She cocked her head back in shock. She stood up from my bed.

"Do not raise a tone such as that, at your mother!" She yelled at me.

I ignored her and rolled over in my bed again. I could feel her angry eyes staring at me. Shortly after I rolled over I heard retreating steps and then my door was slammed shut. I cringed and flipped around so my eyes were staring at the ceiling. I had to get out of there.

I jumped from my bed and went over to my door. I cracked it slightly open, to hear any sounds coming from the home. I began to hear my mother frustratingly yell at my father. I knew it was about me, which was the only thing they argued about.

O slipped out of my room and ran past my parent's bedroom. I ran over to the front door and I flew it open. The hot sun was beating against my burning face. I jumped outside, and slowly closed the door behind me. I smiled to my self as I began to run. I ran quickly through the Hobbiton fields. I was going over to another hobbit's home, perhaps there, no one would be yelling.

I rapidly knocked on the square door, which was awkward, because most hobbits in the Shire had round doors. I waited not too long before I began to hear feet shuffling to get the door.

A beautiful hobbit opened the door. She was a bit over weight, but most Hobbits are. She had now been my best friend.

"Petunia, can I?" I began.

But she already knew the answer. She opened the door and waved me into her home. I smiled kindly and walked in. I surveyed the room, as I heard Petunia shutting the door behind me. I turned around to face her and I gave a weak smile, to make her happy, as she smiled back to me.

"Why are you mot at Gandalfs departing? Do you not wish to say farewell?" She asked in a high voice.

"Frodo." I puffed.

That was all she needed. Petunia and I had been the best of friends, ever since I lost Frodo as one. We went over into her kitchen where her teakettle was over the fire, screeching. She ran over to the fire and turned the kettle holder out. She grabbed a near by rag and then she lifted the teakettle over to the table. She placed it down and looked at me.

"Did you look for him at your party?" Petunia asked.

"He had not been invited." I replied.

I gazed at the rising steam, as it made wonderful clouds of steaming smoke.

She paused our conversation to pour the hot tea out into two separate mugs. She handed one to me, and I great fully took it, giving her a nod after.

"But I saw him." She said.

I had gulped down my tea before I could spit it out. I swallowed hard and stared at her. My mouth burned from the hot tea, but I ignored it.

"What?" I coughed.

She blankly looked at me.

"He was there." She replied.

I reviewed the night in my head. But I could not remember having seen Frodo, in the massive amount of Hobbits that had attended. I shrugged it off, and had to change the subject.

"So, how are you and Peregrin?" I questioned with a grin.

A large smile came across her face. She loved to hear his name and hers together, she began to daze but she came out of it, to answer.

"We are well, he had asked me to dance at your party. But I have not come across him since that night. It has only been two days!" She wined.

I puffed at her and took another sip of the tea. I then placed the cup down to talk a bit more.

"Yet I have not come across Frodo in years." I said with a laugh.

"That is not his fault! You were the one to push him from your life, after your parents let you see him!" She nearly bellowed.

"And?" I questioned without a care.

She blankly looked at me with a look of shock wiped across her face. I knew it was my fault, and yet I wished not to remember that is was me to push him, but it was his own fault to not stick up for me.

"And you fancy Master Baggins." She answered.

"HA!" I said cockily.

But I knew she was right. I did admire Frodo in that sort, and yet I had to hide my feelings from him. I could hold out my love until the day one of us would die. But my heart constantly urges me to break that promise.

"You do, I can see it in your eyes. What if he were to tell you of what his heart feels for you?" She asked

"Then I would burry myself alive from the humiliation that he does not feel as I do!" I replied furiously.

She glared at me again. And we simultaneously took a sip of tea from the mugs. I took another sip and placed it down on the oak wood table.

"How does Pippin feel? About your feelings?" I asked her to change the subject.

She grinned again, and placed her mug on the table. She passed the mug between her hands before any words came out of her mouth.

"He finds that he feels exactly the same!" She said happily.

Just as she finished saying that, a loud knock came to Petunia's door. Shouting followed the rapid knocking. I knew who it was. It was my parents shouting my name through the door.

"AYANA!" They screamed in unison.

I worriedly turned to Petunia. Her arm was out and her finger was pointing out the side window. I nodded to her and smiled. I then ran over to the window, which was already open. I climbed over the cabinets and I jumped out of the rounded window. I landed on my knees in a soft ground, which was littered with flowers. I ignored the ones I had smashed and I began to run again through the fields.

I decided to give a visit to a very old friend, before he left until our next meeting. Little did I know, I was going to visit another old friend.

A/N: I hope you all enjoyed this!!! Hehehe! You'll never know who she is going to see! Hehe! It may be someone, or someone else! I love this!! Don't forget to review!!!!!