D/N: I don't own anything no LOTR or the lyrics to this song by Myra
Author's Note: Hey I finally updated, sorry you guys its just that I have had a long and busy summer and had had no time to write, plenty of time to brainstorm, but no writing time. Anyway I hope this next chapter will make it up to you guys.
It Is You I Had Loved
Ch. 4 Dreams
Have you ever had a dream? One day a thought came to me.oh it transformed into a vision as if I could touch it with my hand.
Wh-where am I? Huh?
Frodo stood panting and sweating, he was standing in the middle of a wood looking around frantically.
How did I come to be here? Frodo took a couple of steps forward, the autumn leaves crunching under his feet. The air hung with mist making it hard to see. Frodo squinted as he looked around. He searched his mind frantically, but could find no solution for why he was here.
Suddenly out of the corner of his eye he caught sight of something moving in the mist. He took a couple more steps toward it. It was a running figure, but he couldn't really tell what it was exactly. One thing was for sure it was another hobbit.
"Hello! Can you hear me? Can you tell me where I am?" Frodo called into the gloom. The figure seemed to stop. Frodo began to jog towards it, never keeping his eyes off the hobbit in front of him. When he drew closer he realized that it was more of a shadow of a hobbit than an actual real hobbit itself.
I must be dreaming this can't be real.can it?
"Hey, who are you and where am I?" He called again. But the hobbit didn't seem to be paying attention to him. Instead it was focusing on something in its hand. Its shoulders began to move up and down as if the figure was crying. The hobbit put its hands to its eyes and began to weep.
"Are you all right?" asked Frodo, walking carefully up to the mourning shadow, but still keeping a distance between them.
Suddenly the figure seemed to throw whatever it was that it had been holding in its hand. Frodo heard it hit a tree and fall to the ground. The hobbit then turned and fled from the scene. Frodo, cocking an eyebrow, turned from the running figure to where the object had fallen. He decided to find out what that object was. Walking up to the roots of the tree which it had hit, he groped around on the ground feeling for it with his fingers. Finally he found it lying on top of some fallen leaves. He picked it up it was warm in his hands. He felt it with his fingers and discerned the shape.
"It's a."
"Frodo, FRODO!"
"What?!"
Frodo was awake sitting upright on his bed. He looked around him and found that he was back in one of the many rooms of Brandy Hall, where he had gone to sleep the night before. There were no signs of trees or any running shadow. Merry and Pippin were looking down at him, concern in their faces.
"Frodo, are you all right? Did you have a nightmare?" Pippin asked looking at Frodo.
"Yeah, cousin for you were tossing and turning like crazy," remarked Merry.
They both sat down on his bed. Frodo looked at them and realized that he was sweating. No not sweating but. He touched his forehead and found that the drops on his head was not sweat at all but tiny drops of dew like one finds after it rains.and they were cold. He quickly looked down at his right hand where he had been holding the object. His fingers were still cupped as if there was something there. He opened his hand and not to his surprise whatever it had been there was not there anymore. Frodo shook his head trying to regain his composure. It had felt so real.
"Well, cousin are you coming or not?" asked Merry looking at him impatiently.
"Yes if you hurry we could probably still get to the river before the sun rises", said Pippin.
Frodo looked up at his two dear cousins, both were holding over their shoulder a fishing rod and Merry held in his hand a basket. Then it hit him, they were suppose to have gone fishing today.
"No I'm sorry I can't", answered Frodo getting up from the bed and stretching. Merry and Pippin stood up as well and looked at him frowning.
"Why not?" they both asked.
"Because I promised Bilbo and your mum that I was going to go down to the Underhill's and apologize for my clumsiness, I have to apologize to Hazel." He looked at them glumly.
Merry and Pippin looked at each other and sniggered.
"We understand Frodo," said Merry.
"Yeah", agreed Pippin, "you have to be the nice boy and apologize for your wrongful doing."
"I don't see why it was an accident if one of the more drunken hobbits hadn't pushed me from behind none of this would have happened."
At this Merry and Pippin both laughed, patting each other on the back and walked off, a spring in their step, out the door.
Frodo frowned and grumbled as he slowly got dressed and went to breakfast. Halfway there the smell of sausages and eggs filled the air. Forgetting for one moment what he had to do; Frodo hurriedly joined his Uncle Bilbo down at the breakfast table.
"Good morning, Frodo", greeted Bilbo.
"Good morning", replied Frodo as he happily served himself some eggs.
"You do remember that little errand that you have to do today?" asked Bilbo.
Frodo stopped eating and set his fork down softly. He nodded slowly looking like a punished dog.
"Oh come now Frodo, I have to teach you some sense of manners, or else your aunt will have my head", exclaimed Bilbo.
"But Bilbo I already apologized to the Underhills!"
"I know you have, but not to young Hazela yet and she was the one that you probably embarrassed the most."
Frodo mumbled something under his breath.
* * * * * *
Frodo stopped at the front door. He had never felt more stupid in his life. There he was standing in front of Hazela Underhill's front door, his most hated rival, holding a bouquet of flowers in one hand and a basket of apples in the other. He looked like a total idiot! This was all his aunt Esmeralda's idea and she had seen to it that he would carry it through, for not far away he could see her politely chatting with a neighbor every now and then stealing a quick glance in his direction.
Alright let's get this over with, he thought miserably as he knocked on the door.
A minute later Daniela appeared.
"Why Frodo, what a pleasant surprise!" she said leading him inside toward the sitting room.
"Yes isn't it?" Frodo looked around him; he remembered the Underhill house very well, for he had been here many times before in his youth.
"Now of what service can I be of?" asked Daniela eyeing the bouquet and basket with a questioning eye.
"Um.er.can I speak to your sister?" Frodo asked awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck with the hand that held the bouquet, causing a couple of petals to fall from the ground.
Daniela eyed the petals on the floor. Frodo looked down and quickly picked them up. Looking around and having no other place to put them, he placed them in his pocket. Daniela grinned at Frodo and said, "Of course Master Baggins, right this way please".
She led him down a hallway that Frodo knew led towards the kitchen and beyond led to the backyard where he remembered Mrs. Underhill used to have a vegetable patch there.
I wonder if it's still there he thought as he instinctively continued to head for the back door.
"Frodo, no she is not outside! She's over here."
Frodo stopped. Daniela had gone off into another hallway to his left, one in which he had never gone down before except for once. As they walked down this hallway he remembered the one time he had been down it. It was when he and Hazel had been fighting again and to find a place to get a way and be angry he had found the study of her father. Looking around he recognized the study door. And then just across from it was where Daniela had knocked on a door.
"Hazel, someone hear to see you", she called. But there was no answer coming from the other side. "She must be still in the bathroom; you are welcome to wait in her room if you want."
Frodo halted. "Wait in her room? Won't she mind?"
"No I am sure she won't, and besides it's pretty much like any ordinary room you know, nothing in here to bite you." She sniggered.
"Well, no I know she will care if I am in her room, so I think I will just wait outside."
Daniela shrugged and said, "All right if that is what you wish. If you need anything I will be outside in the garden." She walked off shaking her head and talking to herself.
Now Frodo felt even more stupid then when he had been in the front door looking like he was going to go out on a date. He looked at the bouquet of flowers that he was holding they were in fact carnations from his aunt's garden. He saw the flower whose petals had fallen down it hung there limp looking very sad like a part of it had been taken away. Frodo sighed and then took off the flower from its stem and took the stem out of the bouquet. Having nowhere else to put the flower he placed it in the pocket of his pants as well. He sighed again, he knew that the consequences for going inside Hazel's room would probably be brutal and painful, not to mention awkward and embarrassing.
He lingered there for another minute but finally curiosity got the better of him. With a quick glance to make sure that no one was around, he pushed open the door and walked inside. The room to his surprise was indeed pretty normal looking and in fact had almost the same layout of his own bedroom back in Bag End. There was a window directly across from him and along side it a bed accompanied by a night stand. The bed had been tidily made and upon it was a crocheted quilt with little flower designs. Scattered on the bed was what seemed to be Hazel's night gown as well as a couple of under garments.
Frodo quickly turned his eyes from the bed feeling his cheeks flush as he did so. Looking around he eyed a beautifully carved wooden bureau, nothing like that could have come from the Shire. On top was a vase with dead daisies in it. He looked at his bouquet of carnations and setting down the basket of apples, took out the dead daisies and replaced them with his carnations. His attention was drawn to an old full length mirror. He checked his reflection, his hair somehow was more disheveled then usual and he tried fixing it with his fingers. Then something caught Frodo's eye as he saw the reflection of it in the mirror.
Nailed to the back wall was a painting. Frodo turned to look at it more closely. It was in fact a painting of Buckland seen from a hill they called The Knoll. He recognized the inn, The Golden Sun, the one owned by the Underhills and Brandy Hall. Behind the hobbit holes loomed the Old Forest, and off to the horizon the Brandywine River could be seen. It was indeed a very well done piece of art. Frodo saw something scribbled on the bottom right hand corner of the painting. He gasped, it was Hazel's signature. It was she who had painted such a master piece.
Frodo was impressed, he never knew of any other talent that Hazel possessed other than to argue and nag. He then went over to the desk on where it was clear that Hazel did most of her paintings for there were paint blotches everywhere. Over her desk was a bookshelf nailed to the wall and in it there was a series of collection of sketchpads.
Frodo took one out, completely overwhelmed by how much he was learning about Hazel by just looking at her things. The sketchpad had many sketches of different things trees, hobbit holes, animals, the Brandywine, the Old Forest, flowers and even hobbits. Although he only found one portrait of a hobbit it looked like it could be Daniela, he noticed that the drawings here were not as good as the ones in her painting. And no wonder these drawings had been done almost four years ago.
Excited to see more Frodo began to pull out more and more sketchpads. On the bottom of every sketch there was a date and soon Frodo had found the most recent one. The dates were in fact the dates when Hazel had been grounded for two weeks. The first picture was a rough sketch of the room that he was in seen from the angle if you had been on the bed. The next sketch was a sketch of Estella.
"Pretty good", thought Frodo, "looks just like her". Then there was a sketch of Diamond, then Merry, Pippin, Jaclyn, Laura, Sarette, Stefine, Alastor and the most recent one.
Frodo stopped and looked down at his own face smiling back at him. It was as if he had been looking in a mirror except he was in black and white. The resemblance was just too good. Frodo flipped back at the other ones and realized that his was the best one. He looked at the date, and it had been drawn in fact yesterday. He looked back at his own face. She had done a really good job. He was smiling in the picture. "She must have been in a happy mood", he thought to himself. His features were drawn in great detail even down to his long eyelashes. The Frodo on the paper looked up at him his eyes piercing as if trying to see through you.
Frodo felt a chill as he stared at his picture. He set it down and then something caught his eye. On the desk was a little book that looked very familiar. It was green and had a golden border around it. Curious to know what it was he picked it up and opened it to the first page. He gasped.it was Hazel's birthday present from him to her, it was her diary.
Author's Note: I know it is pretty cruel to end the chapter like that but I don't wish this chapter to be too long besides there is more to tell. Hope u enjoyed and look for my next chapter soon. Toodles!
Author's Note: Hey I finally updated, sorry you guys its just that I have had a long and busy summer and had had no time to write, plenty of time to brainstorm, but no writing time. Anyway I hope this next chapter will make it up to you guys.
It Is You I Had Loved
Ch. 4 Dreams
Have you ever had a dream? One day a thought came to me.oh it transformed into a vision as if I could touch it with my hand.
Wh-where am I? Huh?
Frodo stood panting and sweating, he was standing in the middle of a wood looking around frantically.
How did I come to be here? Frodo took a couple of steps forward, the autumn leaves crunching under his feet. The air hung with mist making it hard to see. Frodo squinted as he looked around. He searched his mind frantically, but could find no solution for why he was here.
Suddenly out of the corner of his eye he caught sight of something moving in the mist. He took a couple more steps toward it. It was a running figure, but he couldn't really tell what it was exactly. One thing was for sure it was another hobbit.
"Hello! Can you hear me? Can you tell me where I am?" Frodo called into the gloom. The figure seemed to stop. Frodo began to jog towards it, never keeping his eyes off the hobbit in front of him. When he drew closer he realized that it was more of a shadow of a hobbit than an actual real hobbit itself.
I must be dreaming this can't be real.can it?
"Hey, who are you and where am I?" He called again. But the hobbit didn't seem to be paying attention to him. Instead it was focusing on something in its hand. Its shoulders began to move up and down as if the figure was crying. The hobbit put its hands to its eyes and began to weep.
"Are you all right?" asked Frodo, walking carefully up to the mourning shadow, but still keeping a distance between them.
Suddenly the figure seemed to throw whatever it was that it had been holding in its hand. Frodo heard it hit a tree and fall to the ground. The hobbit then turned and fled from the scene. Frodo, cocking an eyebrow, turned from the running figure to where the object had fallen. He decided to find out what that object was. Walking up to the roots of the tree which it had hit, he groped around on the ground feeling for it with his fingers. Finally he found it lying on top of some fallen leaves. He picked it up it was warm in his hands. He felt it with his fingers and discerned the shape.
"It's a."
"Frodo, FRODO!"
"What?!"
Frodo was awake sitting upright on his bed. He looked around him and found that he was back in one of the many rooms of Brandy Hall, where he had gone to sleep the night before. There were no signs of trees or any running shadow. Merry and Pippin were looking down at him, concern in their faces.
"Frodo, are you all right? Did you have a nightmare?" Pippin asked looking at Frodo.
"Yeah, cousin for you were tossing and turning like crazy," remarked Merry.
They both sat down on his bed. Frodo looked at them and realized that he was sweating. No not sweating but. He touched his forehead and found that the drops on his head was not sweat at all but tiny drops of dew like one finds after it rains.and they were cold. He quickly looked down at his right hand where he had been holding the object. His fingers were still cupped as if there was something there. He opened his hand and not to his surprise whatever it had been there was not there anymore. Frodo shook his head trying to regain his composure. It had felt so real.
"Well, cousin are you coming or not?" asked Merry looking at him impatiently.
"Yes if you hurry we could probably still get to the river before the sun rises", said Pippin.
Frodo looked up at his two dear cousins, both were holding over their shoulder a fishing rod and Merry held in his hand a basket. Then it hit him, they were suppose to have gone fishing today.
"No I'm sorry I can't", answered Frodo getting up from the bed and stretching. Merry and Pippin stood up as well and looked at him frowning.
"Why not?" they both asked.
"Because I promised Bilbo and your mum that I was going to go down to the Underhill's and apologize for my clumsiness, I have to apologize to Hazel." He looked at them glumly.
Merry and Pippin looked at each other and sniggered.
"We understand Frodo," said Merry.
"Yeah", agreed Pippin, "you have to be the nice boy and apologize for your wrongful doing."
"I don't see why it was an accident if one of the more drunken hobbits hadn't pushed me from behind none of this would have happened."
At this Merry and Pippin both laughed, patting each other on the back and walked off, a spring in their step, out the door.
Frodo frowned and grumbled as he slowly got dressed and went to breakfast. Halfway there the smell of sausages and eggs filled the air. Forgetting for one moment what he had to do; Frodo hurriedly joined his Uncle Bilbo down at the breakfast table.
"Good morning, Frodo", greeted Bilbo.
"Good morning", replied Frodo as he happily served himself some eggs.
"You do remember that little errand that you have to do today?" asked Bilbo.
Frodo stopped eating and set his fork down softly. He nodded slowly looking like a punished dog.
"Oh come now Frodo, I have to teach you some sense of manners, or else your aunt will have my head", exclaimed Bilbo.
"But Bilbo I already apologized to the Underhills!"
"I know you have, but not to young Hazela yet and she was the one that you probably embarrassed the most."
Frodo mumbled something under his breath.
* * * * * *
Frodo stopped at the front door. He had never felt more stupid in his life. There he was standing in front of Hazela Underhill's front door, his most hated rival, holding a bouquet of flowers in one hand and a basket of apples in the other. He looked like a total idiot! This was all his aunt Esmeralda's idea and she had seen to it that he would carry it through, for not far away he could see her politely chatting with a neighbor every now and then stealing a quick glance in his direction.
Alright let's get this over with, he thought miserably as he knocked on the door.
A minute later Daniela appeared.
"Why Frodo, what a pleasant surprise!" she said leading him inside toward the sitting room.
"Yes isn't it?" Frodo looked around him; he remembered the Underhill house very well, for he had been here many times before in his youth.
"Now of what service can I be of?" asked Daniela eyeing the bouquet and basket with a questioning eye.
"Um.er.can I speak to your sister?" Frodo asked awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck with the hand that held the bouquet, causing a couple of petals to fall from the ground.
Daniela eyed the petals on the floor. Frodo looked down and quickly picked them up. Looking around and having no other place to put them, he placed them in his pocket. Daniela grinned at Frodo and said, "Of course Master Baggins, right this way please".
She led him down a hallway that Frodo knew led towards the kitchen and beyond led to the backyard where he remembered Mrs. Underhill used to have a vegetable patch there.
I wonder if it's still there he thought as he instinctively continued to head for the back door.
"Frodo, no she is not outside! She's over here."
Frodo stopped. Daniela had gone off into another hallway to his left, one in which he had never gone down before except for once. As they walked down this hallway he remembered the one time he had been down it. It was when he and Hazel had been fighting again and to find a place to get a way and be angry he had found the study of her father. Looking around he recognized the study door. And then just across from it was where Daniela had knocked on a door.
"Hazel, someone hear to see you", she called. But there was no answer coming from the other side. "She must be still in the bathroom; you are welcome to wait in her room if you want."
Frodo halted. "Wait in her room? Won't she mind?"
"No I am sure she won't, and besides it's pretty much like any ordinary room you know, nothing in here to bite you." She sniggered.
"Well, no I know she will care if I am in her room, so I think I will just wait outside."
Daniela shrugged and said, "All right if that is what you wish. If you need anything I will be outside in the garden." She walked off shaking her head and talking to herself.
Now Frodo felt even more stupid then when he had been in the front door looking like he was going to go out on a date. He looked at the bouquet of flowers that he was holding they were in fact carnations from his aunt's garden. He saw the flower whose petals had fallen down it hung there limp looking very sad like a part of it had been taken away. Frodo sighed and then took off the flower from its stem and took the stem out of the bouquet. Having nowhere else to put the flower he placed it in the pocket of his pants as well. He sighed again, he knew that the consequences for going inside Hazel's room would probably be brutal and painful, not to mention awkward and embarrassing.
He lingered there for another minute but finally curiosity got the better of him. With a quick glance to make sure that no one was around, he pushed open the door and walked inside. The room to his surprise was indeed pretty normal looking and in fact had almost the same layout of his own bedroom back in Bag End. There was a window directly across from him and along side it a bed accompanied by a night stand. The bed had been tidily made and upon it was a crocheted quilt with little flower designs. Scattered on the bed was what seemed to be Hazel's night gown as well as a couple of under garments.
Frodo quickly turned his eyes from the bed feeling his cheeks flush as he did so. Looking around he eyed a beautifully carved wooden bureau, nothing like that could have come from the Shire. On top was a vase with dead daisies in it. He looked at his bouquet of carnations and setting down the basket of apples, took out the dead daisies and replaced them with his carnations. His attention was drawn to an old full length mirror. He checked his reflection, his hair somehow was more disheveled then usual and he tried fixing it with his fingers. Then something caught Frodo's eye as he saw the reflection of it in the mirror.
Nailed to the back wall was a painting. Frodo turned to look at it more closely. It was in fact a painting of Buckland seen from a hill they called The Knoll. He recognized the inn, The Golden Sun, the one owned by the Underhills and Brandy Hall. Behind the hobbit holes loomed the Old Forest, and off to the horizon the Brandywine River could be seen. It was indeed a very well done piece of art. Frodo saw something scribbled on the bottom right hand corner of the painting. He gasped, it was Hazel's signature. It was she who had painted such a master piece.
Frodo was impressed, he never knew of any other talent that Hazel possessed other than to argue and nag. He then went over to the desk on where it was clear that Hazel did most of her paintings for there were paint blotches everywhere. Over her desk was a bookshelf nailed to the wall and in it there was a series of collection of sketchpads.
Frodo took one out, completely overwhelmed by how much he was learning about Hazel by just looking at her things. The sketchpad had many sketches of different things trees, hobbit holes, animals, the Brandywine, the Old Forest, flowers and even hobbits. Although he only found one portrait of a hobbit it looked like it could be Daniela, he noticed that the drawings here were not as good as the ones in her painting. And no wonder these drawings had been done almost four years ago.
Excited to see more Frodo began to pull out more and more sketchpads. On the bottom of every sketch there was a date and soon Frodo had found the most recent one. The dates were in fact the dates when Hazel had been grounded for two weeks. The first picture was a rough sketch of the room that he was in seen from the angle if you had been on the bed. The next sketch was a sketch of Estella.
"Pretty good", thought Frodo, "looks just like her". Then there was a sketch of Diamond, then Merry, Pippin, Jaclyn, Laura, Sarette, Stefine, Alastor and the most recent one.
Frodo stopped and looked down at his own face smiling back at him. It was as if he had been looking in a mirror except he was in black and white. The resemblance was just too good. Frodo flipped back at the other ones and realized that his was the best one. He looked at the date, and it had been drawn in fact yesterday. He looked back at his own face. She had done a really good job. He was smiling in the picture. "She must have been in a happy mood", he thought to himself. His features were drawn in great detail even down to his long eyelashes. The Frodo on the paper looked up at him his eyes piercing as if trying to see through you.
Frodo felt a chill as he stared at his picture. He set it down and then something caught his eye. On the desk was a little book that looked very familiar. It was green and had a golden border around it. Curious to know what it was he picked it up and opened it to the first page. He gasped.it was Hazel's birthday present from him to her, it was her diary.
Author's Note: I know it is pretty cruel to end the chapter like that but I don't wish this chapter to be too long besides there is more to tell. Hope u enjoyed and look for my next chapter soon. Toodles!
