D/N: I don't own anything

Author's Note: Thank you for all that have reviewed. I am glad that you all like my story so far. Ok on this part I am going to do something a little different. I was thinking about it and I immediately thought of how this could be like if it became a movie (yeah I wish) so at first it starts off with Hazel writing in her diary so the story starts off in first person but then after you see the little * ~ things then it becomes second person and Hazel is no longer literally telling the story but you see things happen as it happens to her. I don't know why I chose to type this way but hey. Oh and by the way make sure you get something to eat or drink cuz this chapter is going to be a long one.

It Is You I Had Loved

Ch. 3 You're the Devil in Disguise

"You look like an angel, walk like an angel, talk like an angel, but I got wise you're the devil in disguise oh yes you are the devil in disguise."

Dear Diary,
Shire Year 1391

Today is the first day I am writing in you, kind of a surprise that I am since a certain someone gave you to me. Well diary, I will fill you in, but first I wish to write about my 21st birthday party in which I lost my freedom for the next two weeks. Here's what happened diary.

It was the day before and my mother was going crazy about the fact that it was only 24 hours until my big day. She was ecstatic that I had finally come of age so that I could begin to court the other lads of the Shire. Little did she know that I already had one boy in mind and it wasn't the one that she wished for. I have to admit diary that when I think about it, there is no one else more perfect for me and I more perfect for him. It is destiny we are made for each other! Although my mother insists that we are not. Well, she doesn't really know about him, but I won't hesitate a moment longer to tell his name. The love of my life, the hobbit that I am meant for, the lad that makes my knees shake and my stomach do flip flops is none other than Meriadoc Brandybuck. Yes, yes diary I am very well aware of the fact that I will never have a chance with the most good looking hobbit lad in Buckland, but a girl can dream, can she not?

Anyways for my grand party every lad in the whole of the Shire had been invited in order for me "to see the choices", in my mother's good words. I, of course, only thought of how Merry and I could get the chance of dancing with one another the most, and for a way to break it to him my feelings that I had hidden for so long. So as my mother continued to go down the list of invites I wasn't paying attention. Then when she got down to the young hobbits she would invite from Hobbiton, my wonderful daydreams were interrupted on hearing the dreaded last name. The last name of my most hated rival. The name of the lad whose sole purpose is to make my life as miserable as possible, Frodo Baggins. When she came to this name she looked up at me expectantly as if she was expecting a positive result from uttering those two cursed words. My only immediate answer was "What!"

"Oh, come now Hazel surely you remember young Frodo? You used to play together as children, then his parents had that terrible accident and he moved to live with his uncle, Bilbo."

Oh I remembered perfectly enough. Except I remembered it in greater detail than my mother had told me, it was at that moment, diary, that I felt for the first time ready to faint. It was disastrous, at that moment I wanted to cry. If he was coming then he would ruin everything, everything! My whole entire well planned out party would go down the drain! But then as all these horrible thoughts flooded into my head I immediately stopped. No. No, I told myself I won't let this happen, I didn't let his trickery and teasing ruin my childhood, and he is certainly not going to ruin one of the most important nights of my life. So I quickly changed attitude and stared at my mother saying, "Oh really, yes I remember him quite well."

My mother was very happy to hear that since, ever since I was born, she believed that Frodo and I were destined for one another, even though we had made it clear to both of our parents that we absolutely despised each other. My sister Daniella says that when one hates someone so much they are actually deeply in love with that person. Well, I believe that I will be the first person to prove her wrong in that theory. To actually think of the thought that I might actually love Frodo was such a repulsive statement that when I heard these words I almost hurled. But of course that wouldn't have been very ladylike of me to do, especially because at the moment we were in the market.

So then diary the big day finally arrived. My mother woke up the whole entire family a couple of hours after dawn in order for them to prepare. The party was to be held in a field beside Brandyhall. There about a hundred tables were to be set up and the ladies of Brandyhall were at hard work trying to finish all the cooking.

A couple of hours before the party began my mother and all of her friends got together and they got me prepared. I must say that when they were finished I didn't look a thing like myself. I looked much nicer, in the words of my best friend Estella Bolger, Merry wouldn't be able to resist. So before I knew it I found myself at the entrance to the field greeting my guests and trying not to stumble over my own two feet.

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"Has he arrived yet?" asked Estella coming up behind Hazel.

"No not yet, oh I am so nervous. What if when I begin the first dance with him I trip? Or maybe I'll have too much to eat or drink and then I throw up on him. or. or."

"Relax you'll be fine! Besides have you noticed how all the other lads have been staring at you since they arrived?"

"No, well I'm sure they'll stop staring as soon as Diamond arrives she is the most beautiful girl in the entire Shire."

"That may be, but remember she isn't the one looking like a princess tonight." Estella looked over at Hazel with a warm smile and said, "Don't worry you'll do fine!" Hazel returned her smile and sighed.

It was at that moment that the Long Cleave family arrived accompanied by the Burrows. Diamond, who was looking as lovely as ever wearing a pink dress, was in a deep conversation with her little sister Jaclyn, Sarette Burrows, and Stefine Mudpuddle. They broke away from their conversation so that they could greet Hazel and her awaiting family. Diamond pulled Estella and Hazel aside.

"Have you heard", she asked.

"Heard what?" Hazel inquired.

"There are rumors of a very handsome hobbit making his way to your party!" answered Jaclyn.

"Who is it?" asked Estella clearly interested in the conversation.

"I'm not sure but Sarette saw him passing by and heading for Tuckborough, the land owned by the Tooks", Jaclyn said.

Sarette by her side nodded and said, "Yes I saw him riding a cart accompanied by an elderly hobbit."

Then it hit Hazel. "Oh, don't fuss about him. If I'm not mistaken I bet you anything it's Frodo Baggins from Hobbiton with his uncle, Bilbo Baggins. He's probably heading off to see his cousin Pippin." She rolled her eyes. To think that they had confused Frodo with someone else was just too funny.

Sarette opened her eyes wide. Stefine, who had stayed quite during the previous conversation said, "Frodo Baggins? Wasn't he the lad that used to tease you all the time when you were younger?"

"Yes, the skinny, short one with the big blue eyes," Hazel answered.

Sarette and Stefine exchanged looks. "Well, he must have really changed because he wasn't skinny or short. But I didn't see his eyes."

Hazel thought for a minute and then began to have second thoughts of this strange newcomer.

"Make way make way for the Took family! Make way make way!"

Hazel and the others turned around. Hazel was grinning from ear to ear. She recognized the caller's voice. It was none other than the young heir to all of Tuckborough, Peregrin Took.

And there soon enough rode up a carriage that was being led by two dazzling white ponies. And on top of the carriage wearing a broad smile was Pippin standing and waving at everyone from the top of the carriage. The carriage came to a sudden halt before the entrance causing other nearby hobbits to run out of its way. The group of girls that were standing around Hazel were all smiling and giggling. It was a known fact that Pippin was the most dashing hobbit in all of Tuckborough and well known for his dramatic entrances.

Pippin was now standing in front of the ponies and patting them, smiling and flashing his pearly white teeth. He then went over to the carriage door and opened it letting his mother, father and brother and sisters out. Mrs. Eglantine Took stepped out of the carriage and threw her son a dirty look. She looked dizzy and bewildered from the wild carriage ride. When Mr. Paladin Took came out of the carriage he was wearing an identical smile to that of his son's and he patted him on the back. Pippin naturally got his cheerful nature from his father. Behind him came Pippin's siblings, Pearl, Pimpernel and Pervinca. His sisters shot him ugly faces as they tried to fix their hairs. Pippin only shrugged and turning saw the group of girls waiting for him. With a smile he made his way up to them.

"Why hello, ladies lovely evening isn't it?" He bowed to them and took turns in kissing each of their hands.

The girls blushed and giggled ridiculously, all except Diamond and Hazel.

"Quit your charms Peregrin Took you know as well as I do that it makes me sick to see one kiss up to ladies in such a manner," said Diamond as she swiped her hand away from Pippin's lips before he could kiss it.

"Why, Lady Long Cleave what a pleasant surprise! I see that you are still as bitter and sweet as ever." He gave her a playful punch on the arm. She returned it, harder though, and added with a smile, "And you still remain the same two face charmer that I have known unfortunately for all of my life."

Hazel smiled at this; she knew that Diamond and Pippin always had these sorts of comments to one another, but for whatever reason she didn't know. She secretly suspected that it was their only way to flirt with one another.

It was her turn and Pippin took her hand and kissed it. He looked up and said, "Why look it's the birthday girl! Now how old are you turning dear, 2.12?"

Hazel laughed and said, "No I am turning 21 silly!"

"Ah yes, well I was getting there", he answered with a smile. "Hey by the way is my crackpot cousin here yet?"

"Which one", Hazel asked

"The insane one that goes by the name of Brandybuck, and what do you mean by which one, who else is coming?"

"You know very well who else is coming Pippin, for I have witnesses who saw him turning toward into Tuckborough on his way to see you."

"Oh you must be mistaken; he is no cousin of mine. I am not related to a Busibody", answered Pippin.

Hazel's eyes grew wide. "Alastor Busibody, he's coming to my party?"

"It would appear so", answered Pippin.

Hazel was not given time to answer since shortly after Pippin had spoken, the group of girls who had been paying all their attention to him, quickly turned around and watched as a group of hobbits came walking up to the entrance of the fields.

Hazel's heart thumped in her chest as she quickly began to fidget with her hair and her dress as she watched Meriadoc Brandybuck and his family enter.

Merry looked extremely handsome tonight and Hazel fought hard the urge to literally melt into the ground. Merry walked straight up to her ignoring the other lasses who were quietly waiting for him to kiss their hands, and bowed low and kissed her hand saying, "Happy Birthday."

Hazel blushed furiously hoping that it wouldn't show. "Thank you Master Brandybuck", she said. Merry smiled and gave her a wink and proceeded into saying hello to the others. Merry's mother Esmeralda Brandybuck came up to Hazel and kissed her on the cheek.

"My, my Hazela you look lovely as ever. I hope you will meet some fine young hobbits tonight." Hazel knew who she was specifically talking about, Frodo. Hazel smiled and replied, "I do hope so Mrs. Brandybuck and once again thank you for letting us use your fields."

"Oh your quite welcome, dearest." And with a curtsy she left. Hazel sighed with relief; at least she hadn't made a direct comment about Frodo.

"Come Hazel you can greet the other guests later, I think you should start the dance!" cried Estella. She was so excited and was pushing Hazel towards Merry and Pippin who were talking to some other boys from the Shire. Hazel stopped her before Estella could manage to run her into the boys.

"Estella, no I can't do this! I mean it's not ladylike for a lady to ask a gentleman to dance!"

"Fine, hear I will do it for you", she said.

"No, Estella!" cried Hazel as she saw her friend walk up to the group of boys and begin to talk to them.

"Hazel, hi I love your dress!" said a voice from behind her. Hazel turned around to face Laura Longfellow, another friend of hers.

"Oh thank you Laura", said Hazel and she quickly led her away from the group of boys who were beginning to look in her direction.

"Here let's go sit with the girls", said Hazel as she made her way to where all her other friends were sitting.

"Why do you insist on being that way towards him Diamond?" Stefine was saying. "I mean he is a fine gentle hobbit anyone can see that."

"Well I guess I am not anyone, because I can see right through that 'angelic green eyes and flashing smile' inside is the devil himself mark my words", replied Diamond as she drank from her cup.

"Are we speaking of Frodo?" asked Hazel coming up and sitting beside Diamond.

"No, we are speaking of the Took" replied Diamond.

Stefine merely shook her head. Laura was helping herself to some fruit punch when she looked up and said, "Speaking of which here he comes."

Everyone turned their attention towards the group of Shire boys who had been talking earlier to Merry and Pippin. They spotted the group of girls and decided to sit down among them.

"Greetings", said the first hobbit that went by the name of Johnny Glenn. Johnny made it a point to sit down by Jaclyn, who he was madly in love with.
"Hello, ladies mind if we join you?" asked Merry and not waiting for an answer he made himself comfortable sitting by Estella. The other lads joined them. Hazel looking among them noticed one who caught her eye.

"Alastor is that you?" she asked looking at him.

"Hazel? My you have certainly changed! Happy birthday!" Alastor said bowing low and giving her a kiss on the hand.

Hazel stood up and gave him a hug. "It's been too long, what have you been up to?" She asked letting him go.

"Oh nothing much, just dreaming of the opportunity when I could meet you again. Look at you!" He said and gave her a smile. "Let me have a good look at you. Here twirl!"

Hazel laughed and did so. As she twirled she saw the hint of jealousy in the eyes of every lass there. It was Alastor who had been called the most handsome hobbit coming to her party. And he was indeed very attractive, with light blonde hair and turquoise colored eyes. "But no one could beat Merry", she thought to herself.

"I am so glad to see you, have you missed us?" she asked indicating the other lasses.

"Of course, but I have had a friend of mine to keep me company." He turned around and standing there was none other than Frodo Baggins.

"Oh dear, here it comes", whispered Diamond to Stefine as she watched.

"Why Master Baggins, what a pleasant surprise", said Hazel. Her expression changed.

"I'm glad it is pleasant. Um, Happy Birthday Hazela", he said and came forward. Hazel peered down at him. "He had changed a little, but his blue eyes remained the same," she thought to herself as she held out her hand for him to kiss it.

Frodo hesitated and then bent low and kissed the air above it. He looked up and stared at her, and she stared at him. It seemed to Hazel that for a split second there was a single spark full of hatred memories that went through them. Frodo then sneered and said, "So how has it been? Has ten or some odd years managed to tame you or are you the same harpy as ever?"

There was a big "oo" that went around the watchers.

"In appearance but not in heart", answered Hazel. She shook her head proudly as she tried to get some stray hairs out of her face.
Frodo stared at her for a second and then grinned. He bowed low and reached out and took her hand and kissed it. Then he looked up and said, "Glad to hear it."

Hazel continued to stare at him with the same expression, very straight and stern. Frodo then sat down beside Alastor and began to serve himself some punch from the nearby food table. Hazel too sat down and continued to look at Frodo. "What was that suppose to mean?" she thought to herself. Puzzled she crossed her arms. What followed was a long silence. The two groups stayed silent until Diamond broke it saying, "It's good to see the old gang together again."

Everyone nodded at this. Suddenly music began to play. Estella shot Hazel a smile. Hazel merely shook her head and began to nervously twiddle her thumbs.

"Huh, the music's started, but there is no one on the dance floor. I think they are waiting for you to start the first dance", said Estella rather louder than what was necessary. Hazel felt a shiver go up and down her spine.

Merry then got up and stood before her bowing low. "May I have the honor to share the first dance with you?" he asked. He smiled warmly.

Hazel felt weak at the knees. She stood up and curtseyed clumsily and said, "You may."

Merry then offered his arm to her and she gladly took it. Hazel managed to catch Estella's eye before walking out on the dance floor with Merry. The music began to play a soft sort of melody as the couple reached what they presumed was the center of the dance floor.

Hazel felt awkward but soon she felt comfortable in Merry's arms. Merry gingerly took her and they soon were twirling around the dance floor. Hazel felt slightly dazed as she continued to stare into Merry's cool blue eyes. Suddenly the tune changed to a sort of jig. There was a shout as more couples joined them on the dance floor. Merry flashed Hazel a smile; he brought her ear close to his lips.

"Are you ready?" he whispered. Then without warning he twirled her round real fast and Hazel found herself in the arms of Pippin. Pippin smiled and pretty soon the music got faster. Hazel remembered the song that was being played and when a certain note came she was ready. Pippin twirled her and she went into Johnny Glenn's arms. And this was how it went for a good three minutes. Until finally she was brought back into Merry's arms again, then all the other hobbit couples formed a type of circle around them as they danced to the happy music.

Both Hazel and Merry were having so much fun that Hazel didn't notice that Diamond and Pippin were dancing with one another or the fact that Alastor who was sitting beside Frodo kept a steady longing stare towards them. When the song ended Hazel was tired and she curtseyed to Merry and went to sit down.

"Phew!" she sighed as she served herself a glass of punch. She watched as Merry went off to speak with his mother who had called to him. She smiled and mused at the fact that she had danced with him. Pretty soon Hazel began to drift off into daydreams about herself and Merry.

By the end of the night Hazel was asked to dance with almost every lad at the party. She was thrilled to the fact that Merry kept coming back to ask her to dance a total of four times. Feeling a bit lightheaded after dancing for what seemed to be the tenth time with Alastor Hazel made her way to where her mother and father were eating their meals.

"You called mum?"

"Yes, Hazel dear. Are you having fun? My goodness child your face is beet red!" Mrs. Underhill smiled at her daughter and handed her a glass of punch.

"Oh yes, I am having tons of fun, mum! Thank you for throwing me this party!"

"I'm glad, tell me dear who have you been dancing with?"

"Well, practically almost everybody, like you told me to." Hazel took a pause as she gulped down the punch.

"Well, I believe one of your guests is feeling left out", said her mother.

"Who", asked Hazel a little puzzled.

Her mother looked over her shoulder. Hazel followed her gaze. Across some tables there sat one lonely figure, Frodo Baggins.

"Ugh! Frodo! No I am sure that he has had plenty of chances to dance with other lasses."

Mrs. Underhill shook her head. "No he has not gotten up from that spot. Dear I am only suggesting as the hostess of the party to go up there and dance with him at least once."

Hazel rolled her eyes. "I suppose I could have a little mercy on him." Hazel walked away from her mother and made her way as slowly as possible to where Frodo was sitting.

"So you don't know who your parents are?"

"No, all I know is that I was found in a mud puddle by Mr. and Mrs. Burrows and that is how I came to have my last name, Mudpuddle", explained Stefine who had just joined Frodo on the bench.
Frodo nodded. "That's very interesting." He then looked up to see Hazel standing over him.

"Can I help you?" He asked coldly.

"Let's just get this over with", thought Hazel as she forced a smile on her face.

"Actually I was wondering if I could help you. Against my will I have come to ask if you wouldn't mind sharing the next dance with me?"

Frodo raised his eyebrows. He looked up at Hazel in disbelief.

"Um, um, with all due respect I rather not", he answered looking away.

Hazel made a frustrated sound. "And why not, Frodo Baggins?"

Frodo looked down at his feet and didn't answer. Hazel watched him.

"Don't you think that I am doing this out of the goodness of my own heart, Frodo Baggins, because I am not! I only want this to be done so that I can please my mother."

"It's not that I don't want to.it's just that I.can't", he said looking up from his feet and smiling sheepishly.

Hazel's expression changed. This was really quite amusing. She smiled and said, "Aw, you mean to tell me Frodo dear that you can't dance?"

Frodo scowled at her. He hated being talked to like that.

"No I can't Underhill", he answered coldly.

Hazel giggled and said, "Oh come now silly, everyone can dance. Here I'll show you how if you like?"

Frodo looked at her with mistrusting eyes. She smiled back angelically. He sighed and agreed.

3o minutes later.

"There you go, see 1, 2, 3, 1, 2, 3. There you got it!"

A very tired Frodo plumped down on a bench and laughed. An equally tired Hazel sat down beside him and laughed as well.

"Ow! Frodo I think you stepped on every single toe on my right foot."

"Sorry, it's just not as easy as it looks." Frodo laughed merrily.

"Would you like some punch, maestro?" Frodo asked Hazel.

"Oh yes please", answered Hazel. Frodo left to go get the glasses of fruit punch. Hazel smiled to herself; miraculously she had been having fun with her rival for the past 30 minutes.

"Well, well, well what do we have here?" Hazel turned around to see Estella walking up to her. "Can it be that arch enemies Hazel and Frodo are actual enjoying each other's company?"

Hazel rolled her eyes. "Please Estella we weren't enjoying each other's company. I was playing the role of a good hostess and spending time with one of my guests. Besides if you didn't realize it I was trying to teach Frodo here how to dance."

Estella smiled and said, "I am just teasing you Hazel. By the way your mum says that it is time for us to cut the cake."

"Alright I'll be right there first I need something to drink," answered Hazel. She stood up and searched for Frodo. He was standing a little ways to her right talking with Alastor.

Hazel sighed. What a lovely gentleman he is letting me sit here and die of thirst while he goes off and talks to his friends. She walked up to them and without saying a word took her cup from Frodo's hands and walked off to where everyone was waiting for her. She turned around to see that Frodo was smiling at her. She smiled back.

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"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Hazela! Happy birthday to you! Hooray" shouted everyone in union.

Hazel was so happy. She was finally 21 years of age and she had had such a good time at her party that now all that was left was for her to blow out her candles, everyone eat the cake and go home. She was tired and her eyes began to irritate her. She smiled at everyone remembering all the other birthdays she had had. But out of all of them this one was the best!

As the song ended she stepped on top of her chair, for the cake was taller than she, and leaned forward.

"Make a wish!" someone called to her.

Hazel grinned she knew what she would wish for. She closed her eyes and pursed her lips thinking of her wish in her mind and then blew. * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~

And just after I was thinking of my wish to be together with Merry for the rest of my life.I felt a shove from behind me and then my chair tipped forward and.. CRASH! All I could see diary was cake frosting!

It took me a couple of seconds to realize what had just happened. I could feel many hands grabbing me and pulling me out of my once perfect birthday cake. I was gasping for air for my mouth and, unfortunately my nose was full of cake and frosting. I looked around and saw that everyone was staring at me and the mess that I had become.

"Oh my gosh, Hazel I am soo sorry! It was an accident I swear! Someone had pushed me from the back and then. do u need a towel?"

I turned around to see who this person was. And there he was standing there his blue eyes wide open in shock, Frodo Baggins. My face turned beet red diary! I swear if it wouldn't have been for all that frosting on my face I would have looked like a tomato. I was so angry that all the things I was thinking of yelling at him, didn't come out. I didn't want to cry, not in front of him, or the whole entire Shire and especially not in front of Merry, but for one second all of that was gone. It was only me and Frodo. Ugh, if only looks could kill because I swear the look that I gave Frodo would have made him keel over right there and then.

Then diary here is why I got grounded. All my anger that was boiling up inside of me became actions instead of words. So before I could stop myself, I had grabbed a piece of the cake from behind me and said, "I'll show you accident, Frodo Baggins!" Then I threw that piece of cake right into his face. He stared at me in shock; whatever he had been expecting my reaction to be certainly hadn't been this. Then Pippin, who was standing beside him, began to laugh at him.

Frodo then took a little bit of cake off of his face and thrust it into Pippin's face. Pippin looked at his cousin in shock and then yelled, "Cake fight!"

That had been it, before I knew it every single hobbit lad and lass had gotten a piece of cake and began to throw it. It was a big disaster, but I have to admit diary it was rather fun. So my birthday ended with my father yelling at us all, his face purple, and telling us to all go home. Once home I was grounded for two weeks because I had been unladylike and hit Frodo in the face with some cake. The fact that it was my birthday was completely ignored. So now here I am stuck in my room with no freedom for another 12 days. But only one thing has been bothering me diary, well actually two. How on earth am I going to have my sweet revenge on Frodo? And will my birthday wish come true?