Disclaimer : I do not own the Lotr characters but damn I wish I did it would make for some interesting afternoons by the fire. Read and Review like you always do. I promise it will be more juicy as the story progresses there aren't a lot of changes right now but they will come. Yes precious. Anyway on with the story.

A Night To Remember

We immediately turned and left the house. The moment we set foot int he Shire we followed the path taking in the peaceful scenery and the quiet tiredness of it all. It was a beautiful place, I wished that Gandalf had brought us here before, it was utterly amazing how serene the atmosphere appeared to be. The life of a magic caster never was. Shouting suddenly draws our attention behind us.

'Laurelin, Amanda wait," it was Frodo Baggins running rapidly up the path. He came to a stop in front of us.

"Where's Gandalf," he asked breathlessly.

"He's back at Bag End with Bilbo," responded Laurelin.

"I'd best not disturb them then but what are you two doing out here wandering by yourselves," Frodo questioned us.

"We are giving them time to talk since they are old friends they have much to talk about," Laurelin replied for both of us. Standing next to Frodo was strange we were almost two feet taller than him but oddly he wasn't intimidated by our height. Gandalf must have made him used to it by now.

"Well then since none of us are doing anything I'll make it my duty to show you the Shire in more detail," answered Frodo coming to stand between us and clasping our hands in his. He led us off further down the path introducing us to various Hobbits as we went. Poor Frodo got several dirty looks from the male Hobbits of the Shire.

"It seems that the men of the Shire are all jealous of Frodo today since he is flanked by tow of the most beautiful beings to visit the Shire in ages," he said glancing up at us shyly. We smiled back at him and continued on our way. It was nearly night time when we neared Bag End we saw Gandalf and Bilbo sitting on the hill smoking, we went in the house leaving them to speak as they may. The three of us sat down to a cup of tea. All was quiet until Frodo asked, "Why hasn't Gandalf ever brought you two to the Shire before?"

"I don't know Frodo," I responded softly. " You'll have to ask him that question yourself."

"We often asked him if we could come but he always told us that we weren't ready," Laurelin explained. At that moment Gandalf and Bilbo came through the door laughing merrily.

"You three," Bilbo called happily. "Are you ready for the festivities of my one hundred and eleventh birthday?" We yelled back yes as he stepped in the house more fully, Bilbo marvelled at our beauty once more and admonished Frodo for not complimenting us. We then set off for the evenings festivities. It all began with a huge feast of course I had heard of the eating habits of Hobbits but never witnessed it personally. Gandalf, Laurelin and I were the first to step away from our plates. We then helped Gandalf arrange his fireworks in the back of the wagon. When the Hobbits were all done feasting the dishes were cleared with amazing speed as the band tuned up. While Gandalf began his fireworks display Laurelin opted to spend time with Bilbo for she seemed to adore the old Hobbit, while I burned up the dance floor with Frodo. Frodo though did stop to talk with his friend Samwise Gamgee who for all accounts seemed nice enough just rather shy. Frodo chatted with him for few moments before hurling him at a cute Hobbit maiden that was dancing already. She took the initiative and whirled Sam into her arms. Frodo then came back to me with all the gallantry of a knight and bowed low in front of me while I curtsied low for him. We then continued our mad twirling. Amidst the madness I could see Laurelin seated on the ground before Bilbo with a bunch of Hobbit children listening to one of Bilbo's many tales of adventure. As I twirled back to Frodo's waiting arms Gandalf chose that moment to step in and request a dance. Gladly I stood opposite my adopted father and began to dance as he had first taught me. Gandalf an I gracefully moved in sync mirroring each others movements until he suddenly took off to collect more fun party favours. Tired I chose to sit down for a moment and watched Gaddy as he prepared a cute firework for the little ones of the Shire. It went off and Gandalf happily called to the little ones to chase after it. I smiled at his antics until I felt a strange pull as if there were something wrong at the party. Mystified I went in search of Laurelin to see of she felt the same thing. I found her standing leisurely with Bilbo and caught her attention. Off to the side and told her what I felt. She responded in kind saying that she also felt weird feelings of tension within the shire. Then I felt it again as I stood there talking with Laurelin but this time I got a distinct location. Without saying a word I grabbed Laurelin's hand and pulled her along behind me. I stopped at our cart and started to examine it. I couldn't quite place my finger on it but something was out of place.

"Amanda Smaug is missing," Laurelin cried out in horror.

"Gandalf will scream bloody murder," I responded in a grave tone.

"That is why we must find it and fast," she answered back. We took off and began searching the tents in earnest not finding the missing firework finale. We came to the last tent and were about to look in when the tent took off into the air flinging us and two other figures onto our backs. In awe we watched as the tremendous firework flew high up into the sky It flashed red as fire and took on the shape of Smaug the terrible Dragon of the Misty Mountains. He took a sudden turn and swooped down low over the shire spreading his dragon wings like a gigantic bird nearly sweeping off all of the heads of the Hobbits. Frodo and Bilbo nearly lost their heads as they hit the ground just in time to avoid Smaug. He then raised up and flew further off into the distance where he burst into thousands of streams glittering gently to the Shire ground. The Shire folk cheered in rapture and the two sneaky culprits leapt to their feet and the one on the right said,

"That was good," to this the left one replied,

"Let's get another one." Enraged Laurelin and I scrambled to our own feet and grabbed the corresponding Hobbit in front of by the ear and to that they both said, "aaawwwwwwww." Gandalf appeared in front of us and nodded first at Laurelin's Hobbit calling him Meriadoc Brandybuck and then at mine calling him Peregrin Took.

"I might have known," said Gandalf gravely nodding his head.