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Chapter 1 : The Road Goes Ever On

Amanda

Laurelin and I sit on each side of Gandalf. She is on the left and I am on the right. As Gandalf drives the cart he hums an old tune one of the many heknow by heart. We are on our way to Hobbiton consequently it is our first trip there. Gandalf is going to celebrate the birthday of one of his oldest and dearest friends. As we enter the Shire a voice calls out mockingly,

"You're Late!"

"A Wizard is never late Frodo Baggins nor is he early he arrives precisely when he means to," Gandalf responded in a stern tone of voice. Then just as the silence wears thin Gandalf and the newcomer break into peals of laughter. It was at that moment that Gandalf and I ended up with a lapful of Hobbit as Frodo Baggins of the Shire launched himself at us he cried,

"It's wonderful to see you again Gandalf." Beneath the pointy hat I sported in likeness of Gandalf my eyes were for all I could were Hobbit feet and a cute little Hobbit rump. I then heard Frodo continue, " Well, well, well Gandalf I see you've brought some friends with you that I have never met before. Who would these two fine gentlemen be that are in the company of Gandalf the Grey?" It seemed that the rump was now asking me questions but my mouth dropped at the word "gentleman". Gandalf chuckled softly and responded,

" Remove your head dressings my dears and introduce yourselves to Mr. Frodo Baggins of the Shire!" I immediately did as Gandalf bade and removed my black and Gold trimmed Mage hat,

"Amanda the Mage at you and yours Mr. Baggins."

"Laurelin the Mage Offering the same," she mumbled her hood removed.

"At your service," we muttered in sync bowing softly at the waist.

"So Frodo what do you think about these fine gentlemen eh?" asked Gandalf a large grin adorning his features.

"I'm truly sorry I couldn't distinguish with the large cloaks and fancy head dresses," Frodo blundered obviously not finding the words he desired, he colored slightly as he finished his sentence he wished to say more but would not dare give voice to churning thoughts.

"It's quite all right Frodo I disguised them as boys on purpose to provide us with a safer journey," Gandlaf explained to the stricken Hobbit apologetically.

"It does not erase the err I made in calling these beautiful young ladies men. As an apology I shall escort you to the Shire seeing as your consorts have never been here before," responded Frodo his color back to normal. As Frodo turned I sat forward and wiggled my eyebrows at Laurelin in appreciation of the exotically beautiful Hobbit.

" I saw that," Gandalf whispered looking pointedly at me I sat back in shock thinking I had been quick enough that he should not have noticed me. I minded my own business after that while Gandalf and Frodo caught up on old times while Laurelin and I gazed at the beauty of the Shire. It was no wonder that Gandalf spoke so highly of it the green foliage sparkled in the midday sun emerald hued and lush. The houses were all cozy and the entire place represented that well lived in feel, I could only imagine what the sunsets here would look like. Presently some little Hobbit Children began chasing the wagon and in small happy voices they cried out in hushed awe,

"Gandalf, it's Gandalf." After a few moments they stopped in the middle of the road behind us as we trod onward tiny pouts adorned their sweet faces. It was then that I heard a low hiss from the back of the wagon, A few firecrackers suddenly sprung to life from the back of the wagon. The first loud pop produced pealing squeals of delight from the children. Pleased smiles passed between the four of us in the wagon. Moments later Frodo bid us farewell and we parted company as he hopped on nearby grassy hill.