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AN: For the first chapter. Legolas says 'no vano' to Arod. It means 'walk on.' Sorry about not putting it in the first. The stories a little slow here but will pick up shortly-very shortly.
Frodo jerked from his doze under the large tree hearing shouts and squeals. He sat up, old instincts having him reach for a sword that wasn't there anymore. With a jolt he realized where he was.
He was home. In the Shire. The cries he heard were not orcs but the laughing cries of hobbit children.
Courious he ducked under the sheltering branches to step out into the light of a peaceful afternoon. He grinned at the sight before him.
Legolas and Gimli sat astride Arod and were completely surronded by children. He thought he spied something sitting in front of the elf but it was then Legolas' keen eyes found him.
"Frodo!"
The elf with all the grace and speed of his people lept from the horse to race towards his friend. He picked Frodo up in an enthusiastic hug before setting the hobbit back down. With a glint in his eye the elf bowed formally in front of the hobbit. "Master Baggins. It is good to see you."
"Well met Prince of Mirkwood." Frodo replied. He turned as the dwarf lumbered up beside them. "Gimli."
"Well Master Baggins," the dwarf rumbled. "You look well."
"Gimli it's good to see you!" Frodo threw himself into the stern dwarf's arms. The dwarf grumbled in his beard but returned the embrace. "This is great! What are you two doing here?"
"Gimli and I have taken to traveling Middle Earth." Legolas explained. "I have wanted to see the Shire since the Quest. I remembered the stories you hobbits use to tell at night." The elf looked around at the peaceful serenity. "You are right. It is a beautiful place."
Gimli nodded. "Aye. This is good earth. You can build strong foundations here."
"Help!"
Hearing the squeak they all turned back to Arod. Legolas straightened racing back to the horse. "I forgot our companion."
Frodo turned inquisitve eyes to Gimli. "You have another traveling companion?"
"You could say so." Gimli chucked. "A wee lad we picked up near the boundries of the Shire. He was helping rescue the elf."
"Rescue?"
"I will tell you later." Gimli mumbled as Legolas lead a young hobbit over.
Frodo nodded turning back to the elf. "Faramir?!"
"Uncle Frodo," the young hobbit gulped nervously.
"Faramir?" Legolas cocked his head thoughtfully. "Ahh, he is Peregrin's son."
"What is going on here?" A voice rang out over the children's.
"Bless me if this doesn't look like Master Legolas' horse." Another voice chimed in.
"It can't be." A third argued. "It is. Arod?"
"Sam." Frodo shouted, "over here. Merry, Pippin look who's here."
Legolas and Gimli were nearly bowled over by the other three hobbits. It took everyone a moment to settle down as they were all talking at once.
Finally Pippin stopped it all. "You know what this means. We're going to have to celebrate!"
AN: For the first chapter. Legolas says 'no vano' to Arod. It means 'walk on.' Sorry about not putting it in the first. The stories a little slow here but will pick up shortly-very shortly.
Frodo jerked from his doze under the large tree hearing shouts and squeals. He sat up, old instincts having him reach for a sword that wasn't there anymore. With a jolt he realized where he was.
He was home. In the Shire. The cries he heard were not orcs but the laughing cries of hobbit children.
Courious he ducked under the sheltering branches to step out into the light of a peaceful afternoon. He grinned at the sight before him.
Legolas and Gimli sat astride Arod and were completely surronded by children. He thought he spied something sitting in front of the elf but it was then Legolas' keen eyes found him.
"Frodo!"
The elf with all the grace and speed of his people lept from the horse to race towards his friend. He picked Frodo up in an enthusiastic hug before setting the hobbit back down. With a glint in his eye the elf bowed formally in front of the hobbit. "Master Baggins. It is good to see you."
"Well met Prince of Mirkwood." Frodo replied. He turned as the dwarf lumbered up beside them. "Gimli."
"Well Master Baggins," the dwarf rumbled. "You look well."
"Gimli it's good to see you!" Frodo threw himself into the stern dwarf's arms. The dwarf grumbled in his beard but returned the embrace. "This is great! What are you two doing here?"
"Gimli and I have taken to traveling Middle Earth." Legolas explained. "I have wanted to see the Shire since the Quest. I remembered the stories you hobbits use to tell at night." The elf looked around at the peaceful serenity. "You are right. It is a beautiful place."
Gimli nodded. "Aye. This is good earth. You can build strong foundations here."
"Help!"
Hearing the squeak they all turned back to Arod. Legolas straightened racing back to the horse. "I forgot our companion."
Frodo turned inquisitve eyes to Gimli. "You have another traveling companion?"
"You could say so." Gimli chucked. "A wee lad we picked up near the boundries of the Shire. He was helping rescue the elf."
"Rescue?"
"I will tell you later." Gimli mumbled as Legolas lead a young hobbit over.
Frodo nodded turning back to the elf. "Faramir?!"
"Uncle Frodo," the young hobbit gulped nervously.
"Faramir?" Legolas cocked his head thoughtfully. "Ahh, he is Peregrin's son."
"What is going on here?" A voice rang out over the children's.
"Bless me if this doesn't look like Master Legolas' horse." Another voice chimed in.
"It can't be." A third argued. "It is. Arod?"
"Sam." Frodo shouted, "over here. Merry, Pippin look who's here."
Legolas and Gimli were nearly bowled over by the other three hobbits. It took everyone a moment to settle down as they were all talking at once.
Finally Pippin stopped it all. "You know what this means. We're going to have to celebrate!"