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Author's Note: I am very well aware about the difference between the ages of the hobbits between the ones in my fanfic and in The Lord of the Rings. But that is the beauty of fanfics. Thank you for everyone who reviewed my fanfic. Thank you I really appreciate it and I am glad that you like it. Hehe hobbits rule!

It Is You I Have Loved

Ch. 2 Complicated

"Why do you always got make things so complicated."

To: the good Masters of Bag End, Masters Bilbo and Frodo Baggins:

I send to you an invitation on the behalf of my youngest daughter, Hazela Underhill, whom I am sure you remember. My young daughter has just recently turned 21 years of age, and as everyone knows it is at that age that a young hobbit girl grows to be a young hobbit lady. So in the tradition that our family has held while we lived in the town of Bree, we have decided to hold a party for our daughter. It will be held a week from her birthday, December 6th on the banks of the Brandywine River, close to Brandy Hall. The celebration will begin at five o' clock in the evening and will endure till ten o' clock. Please take into consideration this invitation and we do all hope that you and young Frodo will be able to make it.

Sincerely,
The Underhill family
Bellow Underhill, Petunia Underhill, Priscilla Burrows, Daniella Underhill and Hazela Underhill

Bilbo Baggins looked up from the invitation with a twinkle in his eye.

"Well Frodo, what do you think of that, eh? Your old friend has invited you to her 21st birthday party."

Frodo merely rolled his eyes. They were sitting by the fire, with each of them having an opened book on their lap. Bilbo was smoking his pipe softly and he smiled and handed Frodo the invitation. Frodo took it and made a movement to throw it into the fireplace, but then stopped by the look on Bilbo's face.

"Oh come on Bilbo, I was only joking", said Frodo as he held up the card so that he could read it. He looked at the letter and handed it back to Bilbo, shaking his head.

"No, Bilbo, I do not intend to go", he said.

"Oh? And why ever not? This sounds like tons of fun! Besides you will get to see all your old friends. And it will give you an excuse to return to Buckland and spend some time with your cousins, Merry and Pippin. And meet some pretty hobbit lasses."

Frodo just shook his head. "Nah, I don't wish to go it will only bring back bad memories and I know for sure that Hazel won't want me to go to her party."

"And why is that?"

"Because she hates me and I hate her that is all I remember of our childhood together. We absolutely couldn't stand one another to the point that whenever one of us would walk into a room, we would both immediately leave to go somewhere else in order for us not to be together. We played so many mean pranks on each other, and even one day I remember that we got into a fight and I ended up with a cut lip and a black eye. And she received a bruise on her cheek and on her arm. So you see it is better that I don't attend."

"But Frodo that was over ten years ago, you have changed drastically, and I am sure that she has too. And come on look at me in the eyes and tell me that you are not curious about how she must look since the last time you laid eyes on her."

Frodo looked at Bilbo in the eyes and repeated, "I don't want to go."

Bilbo sighed and then looked up at Frodo sternly saying, "You are going to attend that party whether you like it or not. I am interested in this Underhill family; I hear they are very wealthy after they built that inn, down in Buckland. Supposedly they brew the best beer in the whole Shire."

"Well they might brew the best beer, but that makes no difference to me, that party is only for her to court other young hobbits and I know that my aunt Esmeralda will somehow find a way for me to get together with Hazel."

"I don't care, Frodo you are going to that party whether you like it or not it is the courteous thing to do and besides we aren't doing anything on that date. And your aunt has invited us to spend the Christmas holidays with her and her family in Brandy Hall. So now I want you to go down to the market and buy the birthday girl a nice present." Bilbo placed on his spectacles and began to stack together his papers.

Frodo just stood there amazed. "This is totally unfair, he thought, "I don't want to go to her party where I know one way or another she will manage to find a way to humiliate me! And besides knowing my aunt Esmeralda and her crackpot theory she will find a way to get Hazel and me alone. Ugh, and I was suppose to meet Sam today."

"But Bilbo, I have to go meet Sam", said Frodo out loud.

Bilbo looked at Frodo from over his spectacles and answered, "Please, Frodo don't try to talk your way out of it, just take him along with you."

"But I don't know what to buy for her, and I am certainly not going in to buy her a dress! I refuse to take one step into that store. Angelica and her friends will be swarming all over me! Like they did last time and Sam had to literally push them away from me so that I could leave the store."

Bilbo chuckled. He was going around the room trying to find a book of some kind no doubt and all the while he said, "I don't expect you to buy her a dress. Go to someone for advice, I know Rosie go to Rosie Cotton at the Green Dragon inn for advice on what to give her." Then Bilbo turned to Frodo and handed him a small leather pouch filled with coins.
"There you go that should be enough, now on with you".

Scowling and grumbling to himself Frodo stomped out of Bag End. He couldn't believe what bad luck had fallen upon him. Surely Bilbo didn't expect him to actually enjoy his time in Buckland? The main reason why he hadn't visited lately was because he knew that sooner or later he would encounter Hazel the Harpy. That was what he used to call her. She came up with her own name for him too, Frodo the Dodo, of course they were only around the ages of eight and nine at the time. But still.

Frodo reached number four Bagshot Row and knocked on the door. Mrs. Gamgee answered.
"Why, good afternoon, Frodo, what can I help you with today?"

"Good afternoon Mrs. Gamgee, I was wondering if Sam was home."

"Yes Samwise is home, let me call him, wait just a moment Frodo dear." She went inside and Frodo could hear her call out Sam's name. Sam appeared shortly at the door. It was obvious that he had been helping his father with some work outside, for his brow was sweaty and he looked tired. After saying good-bye to Mrs. Gamgee they were off heading towards Bywater.

"So you see Sam I can't stand the girl or anything that might have to do with her. Besides I don't wish to go back there only to hear her complain about how dirty I look or how stupid and clumsy I am." Frodo made an agitated "grr" sound. Sam only smiled and said sarcastically, "She sounds absolutely horrible. Imagine the nerve of her telling the truth."

Frodo shot him a deadly look. "It's not my fault Uncle Bilbo never taught me how to dance properly, and besides who says I am going to dance with her?"

By this time they had reached Bywater and were on their way inside the Green Dragon inn. There they sat down at a small table and asked for a couple of beers. Before long Hazel and her present was out of Frodo's mind and he was deep in a conversation with Sam about elves and their ways. Then an old friend of theirs came up and began to speak to them, Alastor Busibody.

"Hello Frodo, Sam pleasure seeing you. Haven't seen you in a while here in the Green Dragon." Alastor was just Frodo's age and had been one of his good friends whom he had known in Buckland and had come to live in Bywater.

"Yes, far too long good friend. But unfortunately I am not here for pure enjoyment I have been sent here seeking advice."

"Advice, advice for what?" Alastor questioned.

"Frodo has been invited to Hazela Underhill's 21st birthday back in Buckland. And now he must go seek a present for her." Sam chuckled at this as he took another swig of his beer. Alastor's eyes grew wide.

"Hazela? As in Hazel the Harpy?"

"The very same unfortunately", mumbled Frodo rolling his eyes.

Alastor began to laugh and clapped Frodo on the back in good humor. "What a coincidence dear Frodo, because it just so happens that I have been invited as well."

Frodo's state of mood immediately jumped to a higher level when he heard this good news. "You? Of all people she invited you? Why you and I were a team against her. How it enlightens my heart to know that I will have my old partner in crime with me again."

"Yes and together we will join forces and defeat every attack from her that comes our way!" cried Alastor with glee.

"Now boys who on Middle-Earth are you talking about? You are making her sound like some evil dragon", said a voice behind them.

Sam's ears turned pink for he recognized that sweet voice to be that of Rosie Cotton the girl that he had a crush on. She was on her break from working behind the bar and holding a tray of mugs. She set the tray down and passed the mugs to each hobbit lad, greeting them as she passed the mug to its owner. When it was Sam's turn she flashed him a pearly white smile and his ears turned pinker than ever. Frodo smiled at this, he knew Sam's secret even though it wouldn't have been that difficult for him to have solved it by himself.

"Believe me Lady Rose," said Alastor (he liked to use formal names around the lasses) "if you only knew this girl you would say that we were being too nice with her for calling her such a name."

"Oh really?" Rosie propped her elbows on the table and held her chin in her hands.

"Yes, in fact I remember the very first thing she did to us", said Frodo sitting back in his table.

"Ah, yes the snowman incident", recalled Alastor.

Before Rosie and Sam knew it Frodo and Alastor began to speak about all the various pranks that they had done to her and that she had done to them.

"So during the winter she made this snowman and as a good joke we destroyed it. She was so upset in fact that she almost broke out in tears. Later on she made another one and we destroyed that one as well. It was all good fun until she got the better of us. She got two rocks piled on top of one another, don't ask me how she managed it, but she did. Then she covered the rocks with snow making it look like it was another ordinary snowman. Of course we didn't know this and when we began to play our little joke we ended up with bandaged hands and feet." Frodo sighed and rolled his eyes. Rosie and Sam looked at each other and broke out laughing.

"Well, at least we knew then that she had a brain", said Alastor.

"Oh come now she was only doing what any ordinary well-to-do hobbit would do. Seek revenge." Rosie smiled at this.

"Well you see Rosie I need for you to do me a favor, I need advice in choosing a birthday present for her," said Frodo.

"Well, can you describe her physically? And maybe personality wise and the sort of things she used to like to do when she was a young girl?"

"Certainly, let me put it this way. Hazel was girly enough to like to play dolls, wear dresses, "fix" her hair, have tea parties, and flirt with the boys. But she wasn't girly enough to keep from mud wrestling, punching, swimming, climbing trees, and picking up snakes and the like. She had a fiery personality and didn't like to be told what to do. She always spoke what was on her mind. Physically, she had long black hair and big hazel eyes, hence why her parents called her Hazela. She wasn't stout or skinny and if I remember correctly she was about as tall as I was when I came here."

"Was she pretty?"

"Not sure, you see when you are little you don't think of your arch- enemy as pretty or not, so I can't answer that."

Rosie began to think, Frodo noticed Sam looking at her with intense wonder and admiration.

"But be sure Rosie I don't wish to buy her a very expensive gift, I refuse to spend a lot of money on that ungrateful little."

"Well, Frodo I suggest that what you should do is that you should try to have your relationship start off brand new. When you meet her act like you have never really gotten well aquainted and start over again. Alastor should do the same. It sounds to me that you could have been great friends if it would not have been for your childish mischievious natures."

"Fine, Rosie I will take your advice," answered Frodo looking at Alastor. Alastor smiled.

"Hmm, I got it how about a diary..."