Title- The Quietest Member
Author- theburgular
Disclaimer- I do not own The Lord of the Rings, The Hobbit, The Silmarillion, or any other work by J.R.R. Tolkien.
A/N- Well here I am again with another story. I would like to thank my beta HermionieCloneForever for giving me the encouragement (during English, what a coincidence) to actually type this fic.
Chapter One: Bill the Pony
1 ½ days out of Bree
"There you go Bill" said the hobbit handing me my third apple of today.
Well maybe not the hobbit, but certainly my hobbit. The hobbit seems to be the oldest one, or at least he acts the oldest. Actually he looks very little like the other hobbits I've seen but after all these are Shire hobbits not Bree hobbits. Anyway the hobbit is short like all hobbits but he seems very sad and appears weighted down with something that no one bothers to tell me about because after all I am just a pony...what can I do in the end?
My hobbit tends to take care of the hobbit more then the young hobbits (after all they do seem very young, ah to be young again!). I think my hobbit likes to take care of things; it seems to be in his nature. I wish I knew his name, but I will eventually. I'm very good with names! I listen and figure it out. My hobbit really likes me, I think. No one ever has liked me, but my hobbit dose, my hobbit takes care of me, gives me apples, brushes my coat, and he talks to me. My hobbit likes to talk about the Shire and his garden. 'You would love it Bill my lad enough apples and carrots to keep even you happy!'
The young hobbits are always in trouble; mostly with the ranger or the hobbit, but sometimes my hobbit too. The only difference is that my hobbit treats them with a little more respect than the other two do. The young hobbits are very nice though this morning when the ranger and the hobbit weren't looking they and my hobbit took things off my back. I think they feel bad for me, because Ferny didn't feed me enough. I'm very thin.
The ranger is very different from the hobbits. What can you expect he is a man after all? To begin with he is a least twice the size of my hobbit or a least it seems that way. He is also far more serious than the hobbits, and older, I can tell, much older. He likes to sing too, mostly in the same language he speaks to me in. I like it; it's calming and makes me feel like I'm going to be ok.
TBC
I know that was short and I will make the next chapter longer I just wanted to let everyone get to know poor old Bill. Please, please, please review!!!!!!!!!!!!
