A/N: I know some people who are pushing me to write this, so here I go! OH!
I got second place for my solar oven! HEHE! It was so ghetto to!
ElvenPrincessofLegolas: you are too cute, I know you would live with Karl, cause you two are in love. I know her parents are complete asses.
Bjam: If I told you why they are sick, then I would have to kill you. ( . I hate that stupid table.
Katani Petitedra: NOT THE FRYING PAN! *cries* I love my pillows! Don't FAINT! I know her parents are quite evil.
Anime Princess: Thanks for the idea, I love you, platonically of course, you give me the best ideas! THANKS!
Elen: You are so funny. I think I may do something, but I can't say! Hehe!
Disclaimer: See Chapter One
Chapter Seven: Packing Up
I began to pack my bags and ready my self to leave to Bag End. I stared at my bookshelf and smiled. Over the years I collected diaries of Hobbits before my time. My favorite, of all, was the diary of Balbo Baggins. Although Bilbo's tale was forthcoming, I felt Balbo had a life unlike any other hobbit in the Shire.
At first his life begins at a boring age of eight. But as it carry's on, you find he has fallen in love with a young hobbit at the age of thirteen. They fell in love with each other, but through an ominous task, Balbo left for Lorien. But before he left he married his love. It turned out that his dear love Berylla Boffin had come down with a very incurable disease. Through his search for her cure, he had found more about elves than elves knew about each other. But in the end of his diary you find that his wife had passed as he reached his age of twenty-four, his beloved wife died. He followed her only a month later, which is where his last entry was written on the day he died.
He wrote on his last day of life that he had obtained the same disease his wife had. Which is why I think his life tells a great tale of sadness. It reminds me of my life.
"Ayana!" Someone shouted and began to violently bang on my door.
I dropped the dairy, which was in my hand. I ran to the door and flew it open. Before I could see who it was I was already turned half way around and on my way back to the shelf.
"Ayana. You need to hurry." A male voice said.
"Frodo, if I hear you say my name in that tone again, I will pop the attitude from your mouth." I shouted back to him angrily.
I heard a noise coming from the kitchen but I ignored it and began to finish my packing. I grabbed all of my springtime dresses and stuffed them into my case. I grabbed all of my boots and sandals and placed them on top. I locked the case and lifted it from my bed. I gave one last look over my room to see if I was missing anything. I wasn't. I tilted the bag as it slid from the edge and hit the ground. I scrambled out of the room.
I shut the door and went over to the kitchen. I stepped into the room and saw that Frodo was having a bite to eat.
"What are you doing?" I angrily questioned.
"Eating." He replied.
"Excuse me, but it is bad enough I have to go and live with you, but now you are eating my food. Get OUT!" I furiously said.
Frodo quickly dropped his oversized sandwich and stepped out of the kitchen I slowly followed behind him. I gazed around the entrance of my home before shutting the door and leaving.
We headed down the dirt road to reach Bag End. I waved hello and farewell to each passing Hobbit. They could see the distress on my face. But I brought my head down and watched my feet as we headed along the narrow path.
Finally our direction changed as we took the steps up to Bilbo and Frodo's home. I dragged my bag up along with me and waited for Frodo to open the door. He opened the door and let me walk in. so I did.
I dropped my bag next to the door and heard Frodo shut the door behind me. I turned around then turned back. I stared at the dim halls. Everything was a mess. Papers and clothing were sprawled out along the floor. Even in front of me. I stepped over a small coat and walked along past the mess.
I began to hear sounds coming from a room in the hall. I followed the angry shouts and pauses to Bilbo's study. A loud crash shook me and I quickly flew the door open. Bilbo was twirling around with his hands and he had a piece of paper in his hands.
I walked slowly over to him and stepped next to him.
"Bilbo what are you doing?" I asked him.
He shakily brought his eyes to me and slightly backed up. He then realized who I was.
"Ayana. Hello, welcome to my home. I, um, well you have caught me at a busy time, I will speak with you later." He said to me.
I questionably smiled at him and stepped out of the room, shutting it behind me. I stepped away and walked about the house.
"Ayana." I heard Frodo call.
But I disregarded him and kept walking. I followed the carved walls to a large room at the end of the hall. I walked into the room and smiled at it. I knew it was Frodo's. I stared at the bed and stepped closer to it. I tipped my head and looked over at a small book at the corner of his bedside table.
I went over to it and picked it up. I opened the first page and stared at it. It was a drawing book. The first page viewed a sketch of the Shire. I flipped along passing by the views of the area.
Until I reached around the fourteenth page. I clasped my hand to my mouth and felt tears rising in my eyes.
It was a picture of me, and Frodo. I could tell it was us, because it was exactly him and I. I was rapped around his arms staring into his eyes. He was gazing down at me with a smile planted on his face. I gave a slight laugh and brought my head up from the picture.
There I saw Frodo standing at his doorway watching me with confusion. He brought his eyes to the book laid out in my arms. His expression faded away and he stared blankly at me.
"Get out." He barely said.
"Frodo, I." I began but he cut me off.
"No, get out of here." He fiercely said.
I placed the book beside me and stood straight. I stepped away from his bed and walked passed him. He did not move, and he was breathing heavily. I stomped away into the kitchen.
I took a seat down and rested my head on my hands. I sighed and brought my head up to see Bilbo standing in front of me.
"Are you all right Ayana? You do not look well." Bilbo said.
I gave a nod, and then noticed his wardrobe. He was wearing a tattered shirt barely hanging on a thread. His pants were torn and holy. I brought my eyes to Bilbo who was gazing behind me. I noticed his hand inside his vest pocked.
"Would you like some tea?" He asked.
I gave another nod and stood from the stool. I walked over to a teakettle and grabbed it. I placed it over the water pump and pumped the water into the kettle. I went over to the fireplace and set it on the kettle holder. I spun it under the fire and stepped away.
I went over to the stool and sat down. I turned back to Bilbo who had his back to me. I listened to him as he talked to himself.
"My precious, would you like some." Bilbo began but I interrupted him.
"Bilbo, are you all right?" I asked.
"I fine!" He rashly said.
I cocked my head back and turned my attention to Frodo as he walked into the room. I smiled at him but he ignored me. He even glided past Bilbo as if he did not exist. I watched him as he walked out to the entrance and out the door.
I turned back to Bilbo who was not listening to anyone but himself. So I quickly jumped from my seat and ran out the door to see where Mr. Frodo was off to.
A/N: Yeah I know, it was kind of short, but I have had worse! Okay REVIEW! But you don't have to!
ElvenPrincessofLegolas: you are too cute, I know you would live with Karl, cause you two are in love. I know her parents are complete asses.
Bjam: If I told you why they are sick, then I would have to kill you. ( . I hate that stupid table.
Katani Petitedra: NOT THE FRYING PAN! *cries* I love my pillows! Don't FAINT! I know her parents are quite evil.
Anime Princess: Thanks for the idea, I love you, platonically of course, you give me the best ideas! THANKS!
Elen: You are so funny. I think I may do something, but I can't say! Hehe!
Disclaimer: See Chapter One
Chapter Seven: Packing Up
I began to pack my bags and ready my self to leave to Bag End. I stared at my bookshelf and smiled. Over the years I collected diaries of Hobbits before my time. My favorite, of all, was the diary of Balbo Baggins. Although Bilbo's tale was forthcoming, I felt Balbo had a life unlike any other hobbit in the Shire.
At first his life begins at a boring age of eight. But as it carry's on, you find he has fallen in love with a young hobbit at the age of thirteen. They fell in love with each other, but through an ominous task, Balbo left for Lorien. But before he left he married his love. It turned out that his dear love Berylla Boffin had come down with a very incurable disease. Through his search for her cure, he had found more about elves than elves knew about each other. But in the end of his diary you find that his wife had passed as he reached his age of twenty-four, his beloved wife died. He followed her only a month later, which is where his last entry was written on the day he died.
He wrote on his last day of life that he had obtained the same disease his wife had. Which is why I think his life tells a great tale of sadness. It reminds me of my life.
"Ayana!" Someone shouted and began to violently bang on my door.
I dropped the dairy, which was in my hand. I ran to the door and flew it open. Before I could see who it was I was already turned half way around and on my way back to the shelf.
"Ayana. You need to hurry." A male voice said.
"Frodo, if I hear you say my name in that tone again, I will pop the attitude from your mouth." I shouted back to him angrily.
I heard a noise coming from the kitchen but I ignored it and began to finish my packing. I grabbed all of my springtime dresses and stuffed them into my case. I grabbed all of my boots and sandals and placed them on top. I locked the case and lifted it from my bed. I gave one last look over my room to see if I was missing anything. I wasn't. I tilted the bag as it slid from the edge and hit the ground. I scrambled out of the room.
I shut the door and went over to the kitchen. I stepped into the room and saw that Frodo was having a bite to eat.
"What are you doing?" I angrily questioned.
"Eating." He replied.
"Excuse me, but it is bad enough I have to go and live with you, but now you are eating my food. Get OUT!" I furiously said.
Frodo quickly dropped his oversized sandwich and stepped out of the kitchen I slowly followed behind him. I gazed around the entrance of my home before shutting the door and leaving.
We headed down the dirt road to reach Bag End. I waved hello and farewell to each passing Hobbit. They could see the distress on my face. But I brought my head down and watched my feet as we headed along the narrow path.
Finally our direction changed as we took the steps up to Bilbo and Frodo's home. I dragged my bag up along with me and waited for Frodo to open the door. He opened the door and let me walk in. so I did.
I dropped my bag next to the door and heard Frodo shut the door behind me. I turned around then turned back. I stared at the dim halls. Everything was a mess. Papers and clothing were sprawled out along the floor. Even in front of me. I stepped over a small coat and walked along past the mess.
I began to hear sounds coming from a room in the hall. I followed the angry shouts and pauses to Bilbo's study. A loud crash shook me and I quickly flew the door open. Bilbo was twirling around with his hands and he had a piece of paper in his hands.
I walked slowly over to him and stepped next to him.
"Bilbo what are you doing?" I asked him.
He shakily brought his eyes to me and slightly backed up. He then realized who I was.
"Ayana. Hello, welcome to my home. I, um, well you have caught me at a busy time, I will speak with you later." He said to me.
I questionably smiled at him and stepped out of the room, shutting it behind me. I stepped away and walked about the house.
"Ayana." I heard Frodo call.
But I disregarded him and kept walking. I followed the carved walls to a large room at the end of the hall. I walked into the room and smiled at it. I knew it was Frodo's. I stared at the bed and stepped closer to it. I tipped my head and looked over at a small book at the corner of his bedside table.
I went over to it and picked it up. I opened the first page and stared at it. It was a drawing book. The first page viewed a sketch of the Shire. I flipped along passing by the views of the area.
Until I reached around the fourteenth page. I clasped my hand to my mouth and felt tears rising in my eyes.
It was a picture of me, and Frodo. I could tell it was us, because it was exactly him and I. I was rapped around his arms staring into his eyes. He was gazing down at me with a smile planted on his face. I gave a slight laugh and brought my head up from the picture.
There I saw Frodo standing at his doorway watching me with confusion. He brought his eyes to the book laid out in my arms. His expression faded away and he stared blankly at me.
"Get out." He barely said.
"Frodo, I." I began but he cut me off.
"No, get out of here." He fiercely said.
I placed the book beside me and stood straight. I stepped away from his bed and walked passed him. He did not move, and he was breathing heavily. I stomped away into the kitchen.
I took a seat down and rested my head on my hands. I sighed and brought my head up to see Bilbo standing in front of me.
"Are you all right Ayana? You do not look well." Bilbo said.
I gave a nod, and then noticed his wardrobe. He was wearing a tattered shirt barely hanging on a thread. His pants were torn and holy. I brought my eyes to Bilbo who was gazing behind me. I noticed his hand inside his vest pocked.
"Would you like some tea?" He asked.
I gave another nod and stood from the stool. I walked over to a teakettle and grabbed it. I placed it over the water pump and pumped the water into the kettle. I went over to the fireplace and set it on the kettle holder. I spun it under the fire and stepped away.
I went over to the stool and sat down. I turned back to Bilbo who had his back to me. I listened to him as he talked to himself.
"My precious, would you like some." Bilbo began but I interrupted him.
"Bilbo, are you all right?" I asked.
"I fine!" He rashly said.
I cocked my head back and turned my attention to Frodo as he walked into the room. I smiled at him but he ignored me. He even glided past Bilbo as if he did not exist. I watched him as he walked out to the entrance and out the door.
I turned back to Bilbo who was not listening to anyone but himself. So I quickly jumped from my seat and ran out the door to see where Mr. Frodo was off to.
A/N: Yeah I know, it was kind of short, but I have had worse! Okay REVIEW! But you don't have to!
