Author's Note: Sorry that I haven't updated lately I left the floppy disk
at school over spring break! Anywho plz forgive me
It Is You I Had Loved
Ch. 12
"Hazel! There is someone at the door for you!" Mrs. Underhill called.
Hazel jumped from her seat where she had been working on her newest portrait, and ran to the door. Her heart was pounding in her chest as she flew past the other doors in the hall. She skidded to a halt in front of the hall mirror. A girl with static dark hair and a lopsided ponytail stared back.
Hazel quickly took out the elastic bond from her mess and tried to re due it once more, but to no avail. She sighed "oh well" and then walked promptly to the door and with one last tug at her hair she opened it.
"Hi, Hazel!"
"Oh, Pippin it's you", said Hazel with a slight frown.
"Oh, I'm sorry were you expecting Prince Charming?"
"Oh no Pippin, it's not that at all Come in."
"That's alright even if you were expecting tall, dark, blue-eyed, and handsome then I am afraid you would just have to settle for short, blonde, green-eyed and handsome." Pippin moved his eyebrows in good humor.
Hazel smiled feeling slightly embarrassed at looking so disappointed in not seeing her-
"Wait whom was I expecting Pippin?" She asked eyebrow cocked
"Oh I don't remember what I said. Um, tall, dark and handsome, I believe." Pippin smiled and headed off into the living room.
Hazel frowned for she had been sure that he had mentioned something about blue-eyed in there somewhere. She shrugged and decided that her fantasies were getting to her.
"Would you like some tea, Pippin?" Hazel called.
"Oh yes, please", Pippin called back. Hazel smiled and muttered, "Of course". She went into the kitchen where the tea kettle was already on the stove. She started to search inside the pantry looking to see if Danielle had made any crumpets the other day. Yes, she had.
"So to what do I have the pleasure of you visiting Master Took?"
"Oh, I was just in a particularly jolly mood today, and I decided to stop by to see someone that I haven't seen in a while."
Hazel cocked an eyebrow. "I also have a message for you from an anonymous writer it seems."
Hazel stuck her head from the kitchen and looked over to where Pippin was sitting. Pippin sat on the couch as if he were king of the world. He had his hand lifted in the air holding a white envelope. Hazel's eyes lit up with expectation and hope. From the way that Pippin was talking about this she could be only too sure who the letter was coming from.
The tea kettle boiled and Hazel was snapped back into the kitchen. She hurriedly got together the tea cups and the saucers and managed to push over a basket filled with apples with her elbow that went crashing down to the floor.
"Toadstools!" she cried as she hurriedly picked them up.
Pippin in the meanwhile was smiling at the noise he heard from the kitchen. He didn't need to turn around to know that Hazel was ecstatic over the letter that he was about to give her. He looked at the envelope and turned it to the front where the name was printed. There was the name Hazel written in fancy way that only one person could do.
Hazel appeared from the kitchen carrying a tray laden with tea and some crumpets it seemed. Pippin smiled and licked his lips, he hadn't realized how hungry he was, after all it had been a complete hour since he had had his elevenses. Hazel set the tray down on a table in front of him and asked him about how many sugar cubes. Pippin grinned and asked for two.
Hazel could tell what Pippin was doing. "He knows very well who that letter is from, and he is not going to give it to me till I start to beg for it. But he will not do that to me, no sir." She thought as she served the hot tea and gave it to her guest.
Pippin gladly took the cup of tea with a nod of thanks and sat back sipping from his cup. Hazel sat down in the couch beside him and smoothed down her skirt trying very hard not to let her smile show which was tugging at the corners of her mouth. She tried hard also to not look at the envelope that Pippin was playing around with in his left hand. She too took her tea and sipped it as ladylike as possible.
"Crumpet, Pippin?"
"Yes, thank you", he said.
"Ugh come on Pippin give me the letter!" thought Hazel.
Pippin ate his crumpet at the slowest possible speed, clearly they weren't going to get anywhere near the letter till she, Hazel would say something.
"So Pippin, who wrote the letter?" Hazel inquired as casually as possible, though there was a crack in her voice. "I am not entirely sure. You see I found it on my desk in Brandy Hall this morning with a letter on top, telling me to deliver it do you. And so I did when I found the time."
"Yes, and I thank you for it. May I see it?"
Pippin held out the letter to her. Hazel was just about to grab it when Pippin swiped it away from her outstretched fingers playfully. Hazel grinned, good naturedly, and tried again. Pippin repeated his motion with a laugh. This went on for a good five times until finally Hazel, not thinking that it was funny anymore, wrestled Pippin to the ground for the letter.
"Ah, yes I see", she muttered as she looked at the unfamiliar scrawl that formed her name. "You know Pip, I am surprised that you didn't open the letter first. It is quite unlike you to keep such things in tact." Hazel meant it as a joke and as a serious observation. It was a known fact that the future Thain was as curious as any kind of cat.
"Oh well, you see I am turning to a new league, Hazel. You know not destroy everything that I touch, or in this case open them." Pippin laughed uneasily.
Hazel smiled and looked at the envelope. She was just about to open the seal when Pippin jumped up from his seat and said, "Well I suppose you don't need me anymore. I will talk to you later Hazel. My work here is done." And swiping at the remaining crumpet on the tray Pippin raced to the door and closed it with a bang.
Hazel jumped at the sound of the door banging shut. Okay Pippin, don't make it too obvious she thought looking back at the envelope with even hungrier eyes than before. She carefully unsealed it and took out a single piece of parchment from the inside. The writing was very fine and with plenty of curves and loops, it was very pretty. Hazel's heart gave a leap when she quickly looked down at the bottom to see the signature that was written at the bottom. Frodo B.
Looking around quickly and ignoring the tea cups and the tray, Hazel ran to her room and shut the door, clutching the letter to her chest. Once inside her room she threw herself on top of her bed and began to read.
Dear Hazel,
I know it may come as a shock for you to be receiving a letter from me. I am though eternally grateful that since you are reading this you took the time to actually read it instead of throwing it into the fire or the trash. Ever since we first saw each other again at your birthday party I have felt that our relationship has grown stronger than how it was before then. Seeing that it is, I was wondering if you would be interested in keeping our relationship growing. Bilbo and I are leaving the day after New Year's to return to Hobbiton and I feel that we haven't spent as much time together as we should or as I feel we should. I am aware that we each have our own plans for New Year's Eve, but it would mean a lot to me if you could visit me at The Knoll at 12:00 a.m. I know it is a bit late, but I really hoped that we could spend New Year's together. You don't have to answer this letter just come to The Knoll, if you wish, and if you don't come that is also perfectly fine as well. I hope to see you there, and if not and I don't get the chance to see you before we leave I hope you have a wonderful start of the New Year and my blessings towards your family.
Yours Sincerely,
Frodo B.
Hazel sat there for a good five minutes contemplating over what she had just read. Could it be possible? That Frodo Baggins was asking her to meet him at The Knoll on the New Year's Eve! Alone! Hazel got excited shivers just thinking about the prospect. What was she to do? She would of course have to meet him, and then maybe... Hazel gripped the letter tightly and read it again and again until she had it practically almost memorized. Yes there was no doubt about it Frodo Baggins was asking her to meet him at The Knoll and they would be alone, very alone.
Hazel gave a belated squeal of delight now all she needed to do was figure out how to get over there without her family realizing it. And it wouldn't matter if they would inflict punishment on her. It would all be worth it to spend the first beginnings of the New Years with Frodo Baggins.
"Hazel did you leave this mess here? Come pick it up right now!"
"Coming mother", she called back dreamily.
At this point Hazel did not care how many dishes she had to pick up or if she had to cook the whole entire dinner herself. Tonight would be a night to remember nothing could dampen her spirits. Carefully storing the letter inside her journal she skipped to the living room, causing Mrs. Underhill to give her a puzzled look. Soon while washing the tea cups and helping her mother in the kitchen for the preparations Hazel found herself humming a merry tune.
Twice she dropped a pot on the floor and twice her mother scolded her. But Hazel just smiled and answered, "I am sorry, mother" and quickly bent down and picked up the pot.
"Now Hazel I want you to peel some potatoes, your sister is bringing her family over and it is going to be a full house tonight. I am going to need all the help I can get before the night is over." Mrs. Underhill instructed as she herself was busy taking care of the large turkey that she had bought for the occasion.
"Hazel, Hazel are you listening to me? Hazela, stop acting like you are deaf did you hear me?"
"Yes, mother."
"Honestly girl, you are acting silly today", mumbled Mrs. Underhill shaking her head.
It Is You I Had Loved
Ch. 12
"Hazel! There is someone at the door for you!" Mrs. Underhill called.
Hazel jumped from her seat where she had been working on her newest portrait, and ran to the door. Her heart was pounding in her chest as she flew past the other doors in the hall. She skidded to a halt in front of the hall mirror. A girl with static dark hair and a lopsided ponytail stared back.
Hazel quickly took out the elastic bond from her mess and tried to re due it once more, but to no avail. She sighed "oh well" and then walked promptly to the door and with one last tug at her hair she opened it.
"Hi, Hazel!"
"Oh, Pippin it's you", said Hazel with a slight frown.
"Oh, I'm sorry were you expecting Prince Charming?"
"Oh no Pippin, it's not that at all Come in."
"That's alright even if you were expecting tall, dark, blue-eyed, and handsome then I am afraid you would just have to settle for short, blonde, green-eyed and handsome." Pippin moved his eyebrows in good humor.
Hazel smiled feeling slightly embarrassed at looking so disappointed in not seeing her-
"Wait whom was I expecting Pippin?" She asked eyebrow cocked
"Oh I don't remember what I said. Um, tall, dark and handsome, I believe." Pippin smiled and headed off into the living room.
Hazel frowned for she had been sure that he had mentioned something about blue-eyed in there somewhere. She shrugged and decided that her fantasies were getting to her.
"Would you like some tea, Pippin?" Hazel called.
"Oh yes, please", Pippin called back. Hazel smiled and muttered, "Of course". She went into the kitchen where the tea kettle was already on the stove. She started to search inside the pantry looking to see if Danielle had made any crumpets the other day. Yes, she had.
"So to what do I have the pleasure of you visiting Master Took?"
"Oh, I was just in a particularly jolly mood today, and I decided to stop by to see someone that I haven't seen in a while."
Hazel cocked an eyebrow. "I also have a message for you from an anonymous writer it seems."
Hazel stuck her head from the kitchen and looked over to where Pippin was sitting. Pippin sat on the couch as if he were king of the world. He had his hand lifted in the air holding a white envelope. Hazel's eyes lit up with expectation and hope. From the way that Pippin was talking about this she could be only too sure who the letter was coming from.
The tea kettle boiled and Hazel was snapped back into the kitchen. She hurriedly got together the tea cups and the saucers and managed to push over a basket filled with apples with her elbow that went crashing down to the floor.
"Toadstools!" she cried as she hurriedly picked them up.
Pippin in the meanwhile was smiling at the noise he heard from the kitchen. He didn't need to turn around to know that Hazel was ecstatic over the letter that he was about to give her. He looked at the envelope and turned it to the front where the name was printed. There was the name Hazel written in fancy way that only one person could do.
Hazel appeared from the kitchen carrying a tray laden with tea and some crumpets it seemed. Pippin smiled and licked his lips, he hadn't realized how hungry he was, after all it had been a complete hour since he had had his elevenses. Hazel set the tray down on a table in front of him and asked him about how many sugar cubes. Pippin grinned and asked for two.
Hazel could tell what Pippin was doing. "He knows very well who that letter is from, and he is not going to give it to me till I start to beg for it. But he will not do that to me, no sir." She thought as she served the hot tea and gave it to her guest.
Pippin gladly took the cup of tea with a nod of thanks and sat back sipping from his cup. Hazel sat down in the couch beside him and smoothed down her skirt trying very hard not to let her smile show which was tugging at the corners of her mouth. She tried hard also to not look at the envelope that Pippin was playing around with in his left hand. She too took her tea and sipped it as ladylike as possible.
"Crumpet, Pippin?"
"Yes, thank you", he said.
"Ugh come on Pippin give me the letter!" thought Hazel.
Pippin ate his crumpet at the slowest possible speed, clearly they weren't going to get anywhere near the letter till she, Hazel would say something.
"So Pippin, who wrote the letter?" Hazel inquired as casually as possible, though there was a crack in her voice. "I am not entirely sure. You see I found it on my desk in Brandy Hall this morning with a letter on top, telling me to deliver it do you. And so I did when I found the time."
"Yes, and I thank you for it. May I see it?"
Pippin held out the letter to her. Hazel was just about to grab it when Pippin swiped it away from her outstretched fingers playfully. Hazel grinned, good naturedly, and tried again. Pippin repeated his motion with a laugh. This went on for a good five times until finally Hazel, not thinking that it was funny anymore, wrestled Pippin to the ground for the letter.
"Ah, yes I see", she muttered as she looked at the unfamiliar scrawl that formed her name. "You know Pip, I am surprised that you didn't open the letter first. It is quite unlike you to keep such things in tact." Hazel meant it as a joke and as a serious observation. It was a known fact that the future Thain was as curious as any kind of cat.
"Oh well, you see I am turning to a new league, Hazel. You know not destroy everything that I touch, or in this case open them." Pippin laughed uneasily.
Hazel smiled and looked at the envelope. She was just about to open the seal when Pippin jumped up from his seat and said, "Well I suppose you don't need me anymore. I will talk to you later Hazel. My work here is done." And swiping at the remaining crumpet on the tray Pippin raced to the door and closed it with a bang.
Hazel jumped at the sound of the door banging shut. Okay Pippin, don't make it too obvious she thought looking back at the envelope with even hungrier eyes than before. She carefully unsealed it and took out a single piece of parchment from the inside. The writing was very fine and with plenty of curves and loops, it was very pretty. Hazel's heart gave a leap when she quickly looked down at the bottom to see the signature that was written at the bottom. Frodo B.
Looking around quickly and ignoring the tea cups and the tray, Hazel ran to her room and shut the door, clutching the letter to her chest. Once inside her room she threw herself on top of her bed and began to read.
Dear Hazel,
I know it may come as a shock for you to be receiving a letter from me. I am though eternally grateful that since you are reading this you took the time to actually read it instead of throwing it into the fire or the trash. Ever since we first saw each other again at your birthday party I have felt that our relationship has grown stronger than how it was before then. Seeing that it is, I was wondering if you would be interested in keeping our relationship growing. Bilbo and I are leaving the day after New Year's to return to Hobbiton and I feel that we haven't spent as much time together as we should or as I feel we should. I am aware that we each have our own plans for New Year's Eve, but it would mean a lot to me if you could visit me at The Knoll at 12:00 a.m. I know it is a bit late, but I really hoped that we could spend New Year's together. You don't have to answer this letter just come to The Knoll, if you wish, and if you don't come that is also perfectly fine as well. I hope to see you there, and if not and I don't get the chance to see you before we leave I hope you have a wonderful start of the New Year and my blessings towards your family.
Yours Sincerely,
Frodo B.
Hazel sat there for a good five minutes contemplating over what she had just read. Could it be possible? That Frodo Baggins was asking her to meet him at The Knoll on the New Year's Eve! Alone! Hazel got excited shivers just thinking about the prospect. What was she to do? She would of course have to meet him, and then maybe... Hazel gripped the letter tightly and read it again and again until she had it practically almost memorized. Yes there was no doubt about it Frodo Baggins was asking her to meet him at The Knoll and they would be alone, very alone.
Hazel gave a belated squeal of delight now all she needed to do was figure out how to get over there without her family realizing it. And it wouldn't matter if they would inflict punishment on her. It would all be worth it to spend the first beginnings of the New Years with Frodo Baggins.
"Hazel did you leave this mess here? Come pick it up right now!"
"Coming mother", she called back dreamily.
At this point Hazel did not care how many dishes she had to pick up or if she had to cook the whole entire dinner herself. Tonight would be a night to remember nothing could dampen her spirits. Carefully storing the letter inside her journal she skipped to the living room, causing Mrs. Underhill to give her a puzzled look. Soon while washing the tea cups and helping her mother in the kitchen for the preparations Hazel found herself humming a merry tune.
Twice she dropped a pot on the floor and twice her mother scolded her. But Hazel just smiled and answered, "I am sorry, mother" and quickly bent down and picked up the pot.
"Now Hazel I want you to peel some potatoes, your sister is bringing her family over and it is going to be a full house tonight. I am going to need all the help I can get before the night is over." Mrs. Underhill instructed as she herself was busy taking care of the large turkey that she had bought for the occasion.
"Hazel, Hazel are you listening to me? Hazela, stop acting like you are deaf did you hear me?"
"Yes, mother."
"Honestly girl, you are acting silly today", mumbled Mrs. Underhill shaking her head.
