Thank you for the reviews. Sorry I have taken so long, something came up.
IDOTS: (I Don't Own Tolkien Stuff)
Frodo rested on the shoulder of the Ent-wife; he had no hope in getting back to the Picnic and decided that it was best to see where she was taking him.
"What's your name?" he asked.
"hoom, my name is Tanatellieratithyunbynbyrthallaalladurthabrin…"
"No, I mean, what is your short name, your nickname." Frodo sighed, understanding Pippin's warning "never ask for an Ent's proper name".
"You are hasty, aren't you? Very well, my name is Tana. I have no other Elvish name, nor dwarvish, nor westron, nor…"
"I get the picture." Frodo cut in gently, "Now, tell me; where are we going? I wouldn't mind some food right now."
"Patience, we're nearly there." She said, and suddenly the forest stopped and they were looking at the house upon the hill. It finally dawned on him.
"The house of Tom Bombadil." He gasped, scratching his straw-blonde hair, missing his hat deeply. In a few steps, they were at the front door of the cottage and a jolly man in a big hat appeared, carrying a bucket.
"Hello there Mother Tana, Master Hobbit. Well met and well received, I think." He laughed, put the bucket down and welcomed him inside. Bewildered, the young hobbit followed him inside, the smell of cooking greeted him and his stomach gurgled in delight.
"Excuse me, but why am I here?" he asked Tom who was bringing in a bowl of honey.
"I gather you are the one called Frodo?" he asked, placing it on the table already filled with other delights to the tastebuds.
"Yes, but— "
"Good, we'll discuss more over dinner, Goldberry will be home shortly." And almost as he said it, Frodo heard a tinkling of bells and a beautiful woman came through the door carrying a basket of apples. She laughed kindly when she saw the young hobbit, whose mouth was open; she disappeared from view only to arrive again with a jug of sweet apple cider.
"Uh, hello madam." Frodo bowed down, still awed by the tall woman.
"Such a polite hobbit. Come, sit and let us eat."
Frodo ate hungrily, but politely and was waiting for what Tom had to say to him, Tom ate and sang with his wife. The words were lovely to listen to apart from the fact that they were intelligible to the young hobbit. After Frodo have his fill he turned to the ageless man.
"Excuse, Mister Bombadil, but I should really be heading back to my home, after all it is getting close to night and my parents will be quite worried…" Frodo looked at the nearly grave look in Tom's eyes.
"You have been appointed by the Entwives to lead them back to Fangorn forest."
"Huh?" He said. Frodo frowned, he must have been mistaken for somebody else.
"You have been appointed, so to speak, by the Entwives to lead them back to Fangorn." Tom repeated.
"I can't go there, I don't know the way. If you want somebody to lead them, you need Merry and Pippin; Took and Brandybuck that is…they were the ones who stayed with the Ents for a while."
"Then which Frodo are you?" Tom suddenly looked quite alarmed. Goldberry's eyebrows raised beyond her hairline.
"I am Frodo Gamgee, son of Samwise. You must have mistaken me for my father's old friend, or perhaps even my father himself. I'm sorry, but I don't know the way." He apologised.
"Oh, that's right, Frodo was the dark one with the ring," Tom mused, then looked at Frodo shrewdly, "but you will have to explain that to the Entwives," he breathed, "they were the ones who picked you out, thinking that you were one of the hobbits that sent out to Mordor."
"Oh…what do I say to them?"
"It will be difficult to persuade them. Once an ent has decided, he has decided. It seems like that you are going to Fangorn." Goldberry explained.
"I-I'll sneak away from them."
"The forest won't let you." Tom said sternly, "the Entwives have their own way of convincing the trees to do their bidding. You are going to Fangorn wether you like it not."
Frodo's courage was failing him, and he looked around for an opportunity.
"Can I tell my parents; or get some supplies; or at least get a map? I have no companions to help me, and I don't even know where Fangorn is, let alone lead anyone there." He paused for a bit, gasping for air, "You need Mr Took and Mr Brandybuck, because they're the ones who have been to Fangorn. I'm not the one you are looking for!"
Frodo is not a coward, not by a long shot, but any Hobbit's instincts were to run away from anything unnatural or queer. Since finding himself in such an unusual situation, he ran out the door as fast as his little legs could carry him. His plan might have succeeded, but for the fact that several Entwives had arrived and were waiting outside the door. He screeched and retreated back inside the house.
"We're surrounded!" he yelped to the two unconcerned figures inside. The door reopened and four small figures tumbled through, pushed there by some leafed hand. Frodo looked at the amazing appearance of four, rather frightened, young hobbits.
"We have found Mr Brandybuck and Mr Took. It seems that they can help us too!" The cheerful voice of Tana boomed outside.
"Help? Help with what?" Faramir asked brushing off his coat. He had obviously had an unusual time, his face was hidden underneath dirt, hair and big green eyes.
"It seems that we have to lead these Tree Herders back to Fangorn." Frodo sighed, shaking his blonde head. The other four looked at him in horror.
TBC