Kalstia woke up bright and early, as usual the next morning. She quietly
snuck out of the Smial so not to wake the baby, marigold. Once she was
safe, she headed down the hill and towards the old Oak. The sky was still
dark but a tint of purple was beginning to appear. She was excited, as
always to met with Frodo for the day.
Upon reaching the Oak, she saw that Frodo was already sitting on a branch up in the tree. He was leaning back, sleeping. Kalista quietly climbed up the branches and sat on a limb besides him. The opportunity to annoy Frodo while he was sleeping so innocently overcame Kalista and she leaned towards the sleeping hobbit and blew lightly on his ear lobe.
Frodo lightly winced and slapped his ear a little, thinking a fly had landed on him at one moment. He moved slightly, still keeping his balance and then tilted his head over to his side, back to sleep again. Stifling a giggle, Kalista did the action again, lightly blowing on his ear. Frodo grunted a little and slapped his ear again, before opening his eyes with a jolt. He looked over to Kalista blankly, forgetting where he was at the moment, and then yawned. "Good Morning."
"Good morning to you too!" She laughed and then sat down beside Frodo on the sturdy branch quietly. Immediately, Frodo brought his arm up and wrapped it around Kalista's shoulder. The two sat like that for a while, watching the stars slowly fade from the sky.
"How was your day?" He asked casually, relaxing against her body and closing his eyes.
"It was wonderful." Her tone was rather sarcastic; she hated cleaning and mending clothes. "How about you? Did you have fun with the Delving aristocrats?" A giggle left Kalista's lips as she watched the 'sleeping' hobbit next to her. He looked so peaceful, even if he was not really sleeping. But his peaceful expression soon changed at the thought of yesterday's activities.
Frodo grumbled something inaudible before yawning again. "Starving for a year would have been more fun than meeting those people." He commented. "I hate being 'adorable.'"
Kalista laughed a little, noticing Frodo as he gently rubbed his left cheek. He seemed to be remembering something not too pleasant that had occurred. Though she pitied him, she still could not give up the opportunity to torment him. "Who said you were adorable?"
"Everyone says I am adorable; it is a known fact." He stated smugly and rather arrogantly. He then opened his eyes and grinned and Kalista. "Besides, one of us has to take the role."
Kalista's jaw dropped and she smacked Frodo in the arm for his comment. "Fine then, if you want to be that way, Baggins."
Smiling devilishly, Frodo nudged Kalista back after the slap and looked back at the rising sun. Kalista nudged him back, for good measure, and then started to wonder about Frodo again. She often would sit by herself and watch Frodo. Noticing his odd features and behavior. Kalista had not seen too many hobbits that were that pale with contrasting dark hair. And his eyes were so piercing! Most Hobbits she knew had dark eyes, bit blue like his.
'It was amazing.' She thought to herself. She then wondered how he came to have such features. But she couldn't ask anyone; she would seem silly to Frodo and she did not want that. But the two were friends; maybe he would not mind a simple question. What hurt would it do? "Frodo?" Kalista finally asked, biting her lip a little.
"What is it?" Asked Frodo curiously. Kalista was quiet for a moment, trying to think of how to word her question. She did not want to hit a nerve and offend Frodo; but if she wanted to know more about him, she had to ask the next question.
"Frodo, What were your parents like? I mean, what did they look like?"
Frodo looked at Kalista for a moment, a little at loss at what to say. He knew what his parents looked like; of course, he just could not put their descriptions into words. It was quite hard sometimes. "Well," He started hesitantly. "My father was rather large with a tan complexion. He had these wonderful brown eyes and a kind face. And my mother..." Frodo paused for a moment. "My mother was the most beautiful woman." He said with a sad smile on his face. "She had black hair and fair skin and dark eyes, like my father." Frodo suddenly became quiet as he watched the sky's purple and gold clouds mingle with each other.
Kalista nodded quietly. 'Where did he get blue eyes then?' Maybe a grandparent or something? In her mind she started to picture Frodo's parents, it was just too bad she never had a chance to meet them. Kalista looked out at the sky, as Frodo did.
She loved mornings and how everything seemed to come alive once the sun appeared in the sky. The rest of her family did not know what they were missing, sleeping in late and missing such a beautiful scene. Maybe one day she could bring her brothers or sisters out to see the sun rise. Sam would like that; Kalista knew that for sure.
"I wish I had met them." Kalista finally spoke, breaking the silence that fell over the two.
"You would have liked them, especially my mother. Bilbo loved her." Frodo smiled and let out a last yawn before starting his decent from the tree. She watched him go down and then followed after him. "Well, if they were anything like you or Bilbo, then I know I would have liked them.
Frodo looked up at Kalista and smiled. "My mom was a Brandybuck and loved adventures. That is why Bilbo liked her so much, I think."
"Sometimes I wish I could go on an adventure. Travel to the Misty Mountains or meet a dragon. You know, like Bilbo always tells us in his stories." Sighing a little, Kalista looked off to the East where the sun was brightly shining in the sky. The way the clouds spread across the sky made it appear as if there was a tall mountain range in the distance just waiting to be explored.
"Yes, or meeting the Elves." Frodo added as he landed on the ground. He waited patiently as Kalista hopped down to the ground. Soon, the two were walking off back home at Bag Shot Row.
"That reminds me, I want to ask Bilbo to tell me about what happens after he got to the dragon's chamber. He won't tell me because he says it's to scary for me." She giggled a little and followed after Frodo.
Frodo grinned a little and let out a knowing sigh. "It is really a good tale. VERY scary." He grinned and walked off, saying nothing else.
Kalista cocked an eyebrow and watched as Frodo walked off. "You mean, he told you about the dragon before me?" She looked in shock as she started to follow him across the woods. "What happens?"
"Nope, I can not tell you. You are too young and it would give you nightmares." He chuckled and continued walking.
"You better tell me, Frodo." Kalista grumbled. She was agitated now; she hated being kept out of the dark from things, especially from Bilbo's stories. She was too old enough to hear about the dragon.
Frodo shook his head swiftly and continued on. "Maybe in about five years Bilbo will tell you about Smaug."
Growling again, she ran after Frodo and looked at him pleadingly. "His name was Smaug? Oh, come on Frodo; please tell me? "
"Nope, I promised Bilbo I would not tell." He lied. Bilbo never actually told him he could not tell anyone, but Frodo knew Bilbo liked to tell his stories and if he wanted to tell them to Kalista, he would when he felt the time was right.
Kalista furrowed her brow a little and shook her head. "You're lying. He said no such thing."
Raising an eyebrow at Kalista, Frodo grinned and shrugged his shoulders. "What if I am? I am still not telling you."
Kalista grumbled a little; once again Frodo Baggins knew something she did not. "Well, when I know something you want to know, I'll remember not to tell you." She huffed and walked along back to Bag Shot Row.
"We shall see." Frodo stated defiantly as he followed after her. He couldn't help but smile; he loved to agitate her so much. At least he wasn't as grumpy now as he was when he first woke up. But he was still tired so going back to Bag End sounded wonderful.
A silence fell upon the two Hobbits again and Frodo nudged against Kalista to get her attention. "I think Bilbo wanted to go for a hike today. Maybe if you get done your chores, you can come along..."
Kalista smiled at the thought. She loved to go walking with Bilbo and Frodo. However, she was still mad at Frodo's stubbornness and was not ready to forgive him. "Maybe, but then again, maybe I don't want too." She then hotly trounced ahead, with her nose in the air, hoping he would get perturbed.
Frodo cocked his head a little and sighed. She wanted to make him feel guilty, but he would not let her. He ran up to her and walked just a little ahead of her and cleared his throat. "That is fine with me. But Bilbo said we might meet some Elves. But since you don't want to go..." He grinned and walked off towards Bag End, not saying another word.
Kalista gave Frodo a questioning look. 'Was Bilbo really going to take Frodo to meet elves? Or was this another trick of Frodo's? She could never tell with him. "Why do you do these things to me?"
"What things?" Frodo asked teasingly, as if he did not know what she was talking about. Kalista glared at Frodo, she was tired of this game and pushed him a little and then walked passed him quietly. Frodo laughed and caught up to her, pushing her harder in return, and walked off ahead a little faster.
The two then began to race up the hill; both determined to beat the other. Eventually, they came to Kalista's smial and went around back to where her window was. She slipped inside quietly, so not to wake her family and then turned and looked back at Frodo. He was panting for breath from their run, but he was smiling terribly.
"Frodo," She whispered to him. "You will tell me about the dragon, won't you?" Her face was innocent with curiosity and she smiled at him, her dimples became noticeable marks on her face.
Frodo chuckled and then nodded his head in agreement. "I will. Eventually; when you are older."
"Promise?"
"I promise." Frodo responded softly.
Upon reaching the Oak, she saw that Frodo was already sitting on a branch up in the tree. He was leaning back, sleeping. Kalista quietly climbed up the branches and sat on a limb besides him. The opportunity to annoy Frodo while he was sleeping so innocently overcame Kalista and she leaned towards the sleeping hobbit and blew lightly on his ear lobe.
Frodo lightly winced and slapped his ear a little, thinking a fly had landed on him at one moment. He moved slightly, still keeping his balance and then tilted his head over to his side, back to sleep again. Stifling a giggle, Kalista did the action again, lightly blowing on his ear. Frodo grunted a little and slapped his ear again, before opening his eyes with a jolt. He looked over to Kalista blankly, forgetting where he was at the moment, and then yawned. "Good Morning."
"Good morning to you too!" She laughed and then sat down beside Frodo on the sturdy branch quietly. Immediately, Frodo brought his arm up and wrapped it around Kalista's shoulder. The two sat like that for a while, watching the stars slowly fade from the sky.
"How was your day?" He asked casually, relaxing against her body and closing his eyes.
"It was wonderful." Her tone was rather sarcastic; she hated cleaning and mending clothes. "How about you? Did you have fun with the Delving aristocrats?" A giggle left Kalista's lips as she watched the 'sleeping' hobbit next to her. He looked so peaceful, even if he was not really sleeping. But his peaceful expression soon changed at the thought of yesterday's activities.
Frodo grumbled something inaudible before yawning again. "Starving for a year would have been more fun than meeting those people." He commented. "I hate being 'adorable.'"
Kalista laughed a little, noticing Frodo as he gently rubbed his left cheek. He seemed to be remembering something not too pleasant that had occurred. Though she pitied him, she still could not give up the opportunity to torment him. "Who said you were adorable?"
"Everyone says I am adorable; it is a known fact." He stated smugly and rather arrogantly. He then opened his eyes and grinned and Kalista. "Besides, one of us has to take the role."
Kalista's jaw dropped and she smacked Frodo in the arm for his comment. "Fine then, if you want to be that way, Baggins."
Smiling devilishly, Frodo nudged Kalista back after the slap and looked back at the rising sun. Kalista nudged him back, for good measure, and then started to wonder about Frodo again. She often would sit by herself and watch Frodo. Noticing his odd features and behavior. Kalista had not seen too many hobbits that were that pale with contrasting dark hair. And his eyes were so piercing! Most Hobbits she knew had dark eyes, bit blue like his.
'It was amazing.' She thought to herself. She then wondered how he came to have such features. But she couldn't ask anyone; she would seem silly to Frodo and she did not want that. But the two were friends; maybe he would not mind a simple question. What hurt would it do? "Frodo?" Kalista finally asked, biting her lip a little.
"What is it?" Asked Frodo curiously. Kalista was quiet for a moment, trying to think of how to word her question. She did not want to hit a nerve and offend Frodo; but if she wanted to know more about him, she had to ask the next question.
"Frodo, What were your parents like? I mean, what did they look like?"
Frodo looked at Kalista for a moment, a little at loss at what to say. He knew what his parents looked like; of course, he just could not put their descriptions into words. It was quite hard sometimes. "Well," He started hesitantly. "My father was rather large with a tan complexion. He had these wonderful brown eyes and a kind face. And my mother..." Frodo paused for a moment. "My mother was the most beautiful woman." He said with a sad smile on his face. "She had black hair and fair skin and dark eyes, like my father." Frodo suddenly became quiet as he watched the sky's purple and gold clouds mingle with each other.
Kalista nodded quietly. 'Where did he get blue eyes then?' Maybe a grandparent or something? In her mind she started to picture Frodo's parents, it was just too bad she never had a chance to meet them. Kalista looked out at the sky, as Frodo did.
She loved mornings and how everything seemed to come alive once the sun appeared in the sky. The rest of her family did not know what they were missing, sleeping in late and missing such a beautiful scene. Maybe one day she could bring her brothers or sisters out to see the sun rise. Sam would like that; Kalista knew that for sure.
"I wish I had met them." Kalista finally spoke, breaking the silence that fell over the two.
"You would have liked them, especially my mother. Bilbo loved her." Frodo smiled and let out a last yawn before starting his decent from the tree. She watched him go down and then followed after him. "Well, if they were anything like you or Bilbo, then I know I would have liked them.
Frodo looked up at Kalista and smiled. "My mom was a Brandybuck and loved adventures. That is why Bilbo liked her so much, I think."
"Sometimes I wish I could go on an adventure. Travel to the Misty Mountains or meet a dragon. You know, like Bilbo always tells us in his stories." Sighing a little, Kalista looked off to the East where the sun was brightly shining in the sky. The way the clouds spread across the sky made it appear as if there was a tall mountain range in the distance just waiting to be explored.
"Yes, or meeting the Elves." Frodo added as he landed on the ground. He waited patiently as Kalista hopped down to the ground. Soon, the two were walking off back home at Bag Shot Row.
"That reminds me, I want to ask Bilbo to tell me about what happens after he got to the dragon's chamber. He won't tell me because he says it's to scary for me." She giggled a little and followed after Frodo.
Frodo grinned a little and let out a knowing sigh. "It is really a good tale. VERY scary." He grinned and walked off, saying nothing else.
Kalista cocked an eyebrow and watched as Frodo walked off. "You mean, he told you about the dragon before me?" She looked in shock as she started to follow him across the woods. "What happens?"
"Nope, I can not tell you. You are too young and it would give you nightmares." He chuckled and continued walking.
"You better tell me, Frodo." Kalista grumbled. She was agitated now; she hated being kept out of the dark from things, especially from Bilbo's stories. She was too old enough to hear about the dragon.
Frodo shook his head swiftly and continued on. "Maybe in about five years Bilbo will tell you about Smaug."
Growling again, she ran after Frodo and looked at him pleadingly. "His name was Smaug? Oh, come on Frodo; please tell me? "
"Nope, I promised Bilbo I would not tell." He lied. Bilbo never actually told him he could not tell anyone, but Frodo knew Bilbo liked to tell his stories and if he wanted to tell them to Kalista, he would when he felt the time was right.
Kalista furrowed her brow a little and shook her head. "You're lying. He said no such thing."
Raising an eyebrow at Kalista, Frodo grinned and shrugged his shoulders. "What if I am? I am still not telling you."
Kalista grumbled a little; once again Frodo Baggins knew something she did not. "Well, when I know something you want to know, I'll remember not to tell you." She huffed and walked along back to Bag Shot Row.
"We shall see." Frodo stated defiantly as he followed after her. He couldn't help but smile; he loved to agitate her so much. At least he wasn't as grumpy now as he was when he first woke up. But he was still tired so going back to Bag End sounded wonderful.
A silence fell upon the two Hobbits again and Frodo nudged against Kalista to get her attention. "I think Bilbo wanted to go for a hike today. Maybe if you get done your chores, you can come along..."
Kalista smiled at the thought. She loved to go walking with Bilbo and Frodo. However, she was still mad at Frodo's stubbornness and was not ready to forgive him. "Maybe, but then again, maybe I don't want too." She then hotly trounced ahead, with her nose in the air, hoping he would get perturbed.
Frodo cocked his head a little and sighed. She wanted to make him feel guilty, but he would not let her. He ran up to her and walked just a little ahead of her and cleared his throat. "That is fine with me. But Bilbo said we might meet some Elves. But since you don't want to go..." He grinned and walked off towards Bag End, not saying another word.
Kalista gave Frodo a questioning look. 'Was Bilbo really going to take Frodo to meet elves? Or was this another trick of Frodo's? She could never tell with him. "Why do you do these things to me?"
"What things?" Frodo asked teasingly, as if he did not know what she was talking about. Kalista glared at Frodo, she was tired of this game and pushed him a little and then walked passed him quietly. Frodo laughed and caught up to her, pushing her harder in return, and walked off ahead a little faster.
The two then began to race up the hill; both determined to beat the other. Eventually, they came to Kalista's smial and went around back to where her window was. She slipped inside quietly, so not to wake her family and then turned and looked back at Frodo. He was panting for breath from their run, but he was smiling terribly.
"Frodo," She whispered to him. "You will tell me about the dragon, won't you?" Her face was innocent with curiosity and she smiled at him, her dimples became noticeable marks on her face.
Frodo chuckled and then nodded his head in agreement. "I will. Eventually; when you are older."
"Promise?"
"I promise." Frodo responded softly.
