Disclaimer: I own none of the Characters, other than Mystic
CHAPTER 1: A NEW FRIEND
Deep in the Shire after the ring was destroyed, Frodo Baggins was walking down the lane to his hobbit hole when he heard voices. "I wonder what Sam and Rosie are doing in there?" he thought. Just as he was about to open the door, it opened the other way knocking him backwards. Out stepped not Rosie, but the prettiest girl he'd ever seen. She had dark brown ringlets and piercing blue eyes. When she saw that she had knocked him over she quickly ran over to see if he was okay.
"Oh my Goodness are you okay? God I'm so clumsy." She said as she helped him up. Frodo tried to speak but it was to numb. He was staring at her so non-stop that she gave him a funny look and said.
"You have eyes like me," she said smiling at him.
"You are pretty." He squeaked managing to finally say something.
"Umm I have to go, but it was nice to meet you, though I don't have your name."
"Frodo, Frodo Baggins."
"Mystic Erebor, I hail from Bree, Well I must be off it was nice to meet you Frodo."
"It was nice to meet you to." He squeaked. He hurried into the hole where Rosie was trying to get Elanor to eat.
"Rosie who was that?" he asked in almost a frantic way. Rosie looked up at him and smiled an almost mischievous smile.
"Oh just a friend of mine coming to visit with me for a bit, she hadn't seen Elanor yet either, tell me Frodo you seem very interested," She said her smile widening. "Do you fancy her at all, she's still single."
"No! Of course not but well I don't see no harm in asking a few questions." He said matter a factly, though he knew he was lying and he figured Rosie could tell.
"Well you probably should get some rest tomorrow is March 13 and you'll be here by yourself for a little bit." She said in a cool motherly tone.
The thought of the next day hadn't hit him till she had mentioned it. He could feel it already starting, for when he closed his eyes to rest for a bit he could see flash backs of a spider, a light, and a feeling of horrid weight. The markings of his mysterious and awful past.
Around supper time he was awoken by Rosie who was gently tapping his shoulder. It was a piercing pain however. He let out a scream.
"Dear oh my Oh I'm so sorry Frodo I... well I forgot." She said looking at him sympathetically. He gave her a weak smile.
"Is it time for supper Rosie?" he asked sitting up slowly.
"Yeas, and Pippin and Merry are here come on it'll do you some good.' She said helping him out of his bed. Frodo walked out of his room to a nice smell of rabbit stew and his 2 good friends jumping off the walls. Rosie ran over just in time to catch the vase Pippin had knocked over.
"Next time you boys come over, don't eat sugar beforehand!" She said bustling around. Pippin immediately noticed Frodo and bounded over.
"Hey what's up Frodo!" he exclaimed. Frodo gave him a blank pained look. Rosie put her arm around Frodo.
"Pippin tomorrows March 13th you mustn't be so hyper!" She said putting her arm in front of Frodo as if to protect him from the craziness.
"Rosie... I think ... I'll be having... having my dinner in my... study." Frodo croaked. Behind those bright blue eyes were images that were enough to shock a man to death. Rosie nodded and gave him a sympathetic look as he went back to his study. Frodo sat on his low back chair and slowly started to eat his stew, thinking all the time. He looked down on his desk where the old leather bound book lay, full of adventure and excitement of his uncles travels. Uncle Bilbo always wanted an epic adventure, Frodo thought to himself, but my adventure is eating my life away. He finished his stew and went right to bed.
That night he had a series of dreams. The first one was when he was on Weathertop and Aragorn had been slain along with his friends, he got stabbed 3 times in the shoulder for three times the pain. He awoke with cold sweat dripping down his face. The pain in his shoulder was enough to kill a grown man, but Frodo endured it, he had grown very tough, though he did feel as if he'd like to die. His next dream Sam didn't come back to Cirith-Ungol and Shelob was eating him. HE awoke briefly to see the daylight outside, though he could hardly see at all, considering his eyes where blurring and foggy and the pain was excruciating. He could hear people in the room, the concerned voice of Rosie, the cheerful voice of Elanor, and... Someone he did not recognize, he thought her voice seemed to calm any kind of uprising in him, and the pain was slightly easier to bear. He fell back asleep into another dream. This one was odd. He was in Rivendell, after the ring had been destroyed (He could tell by the feeling of lifted weight around his neck, and his finger hurt) His eyes were just opening and he saw a girl with brown ringlets and piercing blue eyes, It was Mystic! Rosie's friend. She leaned over him and said in a soft whisper "It will be okay." Her word haunted him and then something strange happened. She started calling to him.
"Frodo! Frodo, wakeup please wakeup!" She cried. He opened his eyes, which were much less blurry to see Mystic; he looked out the window and saw it was nearing supper time. He had barely any pain in his shoulder, though a pang did remain. She helped him out of his bed.
"I was a bit worried, sorry." She said sheepishly, Frodo now noticed that he was still in bed clothes, "Rosie left me to make dinner and you screamed!" she said, "Were you having a nightmare?" She asked sympathetically. Frodo realized that no one had told her (He was glad).
"Yeah something like that." Frodo replied. Mystic gave him a puzzled stare. Frodo quickly changed the subject.
"What's for supper, it smells good." He asked her. She smiled widely.
"Oh I heard your favorite food was rabbit and mushrooms, so I made rabbit and mushroom stew." She said with eyes that said, "Please say you'll like it." They walked out into the kitchen where Frodo sat down and Mystic brought him a bowl. It smelled heavenly and he ate it very fast. She gave him seconds and thirds gladly.
"You must be hungry, Rosie said you've been sleeping all day." She said bussling around the kitchen.
"Where are they?" Frodo asked. Mystic turned away form her washing.
"Rosie, Sam, and Elanor? Oh their out buying some more material for Eleanor's clothes, that girl is growing up fast, don't you think?" She asked him. They continued to chat nonchalantly until the door opened revealing a tired looking Sam, a exhausted Rosie, and a busy as a bee Elanor. When she saw that Frodo was sitting at the table Rosie jumped.
"Frodo what are you doing up!" She asked. Frodo gave her a weak smile.
"I got so hungry so... so Mystic here woke me up to eat." Frodo said. Sam and Rosie were looking very puzzled but they seemed pleased.
"Oh Frodo well you'll be happy to hear, Gandalf's in the Shire!" Said Sam, Frodo looked uplifted.
"Yeah and he wants to come over and talk to you, apparently it'll be two years till the next ship to the Havens." Frodo looked over at Mystic, who was looking very interested in their conversation. She looked so carefree to Frodo, so happy, so full of life. Little did she know that the other pair of blue eyes starring at her had experienced hate, murder, killings, evil, and the purest of evil beyond what anyone could know. After supper Frodo stayed out for a bit but he did go to bed early.
That night he had a very weird dream. He was standing at the edge of the crack of doom when Sauron walked onto the edge with him. Frodo threw the ring in but Sauron started to laugh, a horrid laugh, and said
"That will do nothing, my evil is elsewhere."
CHAPTER 1: A NEW FRIEND
Deep in the Shire after the ring was destroyed, Frodo Baggins was walking down the lane to his hobbit hole when he heard voices. "I wonder what Sam and Rosie are doing in there?" he thought. Just as he was about to open the door, it opened the other way knocking him backwards. Out stepped not Rosie, but the prettiest girl he'd ever seen. She had dark brown ringlets and piercing blue eyes. When she saw that she had knocked him over she quickly ran over to see if he was okay.
"Oh my Goodness are you okay? God I'm so clumsy." She said as she helped him up. Frodo tried to speak but it was to numb. He was staring at her so non-stop that she gave him a funny look and said.
"You have eyes like me," she said smiling at him.
"You are pretty." He squeaked managing to finally say something.
"Umm I have to go, but it was nice to meet you, though I don't have your name."
"Frodo, Frodo Baggins."
"Mystic Erebor, I hail from Bree, Well I must be off it was nice to meet you Frodo."
"It was nice to meet you to." He squeaked. He hurried into the hole where Rosie was trying to get Elanor to eat.
"Rosie who was that?" he asked in almost a frantic way. Rosie looked up at him and smiled an almost mischievous smile.
"Oh just a friend of mine coming to visit with me for a bit, she hadn't seen Elanor yet either, tell me Frodo you seem very interested," She said her smile widening. "Do you fancy her at all, she's still single."
"No! Of course not but well I don't see no harm in asking a few questions." He said matter a factly, though he knew he was lying and he figured Rosie could tell.
"Well you probably should get some rest tomorrow is March 13 and you'll be here by yourself for a little bit." She said in a cool motherly tone.
The thought of the next day hadn't hit him till she had mentioned it. He could feel it already starting, for when he closed his eyes to rest for a bit he could see flash backs of a spider, a light, and a feeling of horrid weight. The markings of his mysterious and awful past.
Around supper time he was awoken by Rosie who was gently tapping his shoulder. It was a piercing pain however. He let out a scream.
"Dear oh my Oh I'm so sorry Frodo I... well I forgot." She said looking at him sympathetically. He gave her a weak smile.
"Is it time for supper Rosie?" he asked sitting up slowly.
"Yeas, and Pippin and Merry are here come on it'll do you some good.' She said helping him out of his bed. Frodo walked out of his room to a nice smell of rabbit stew and his 2 good friends jumping off the walls. Rosie ran over just in time to catch the vase Pippin had knocked over.
"Next time you boys come over, don't eat sugar beforehand!" She said bustling around. Pippin immediately noticed Frodo and bounded over.
"Hey what's up Frodo!" he exclaimed. Frodo gave him a blank pained look. Rosie put her arm around Frodo.
"Pippin tomorrows March 13th you mustn't be so hyper!" She said putting her arm in front of Frodo as if to protect him from the craziness.
"Rosie... I think ... I'll be having... having my dinner in my... study." Frodo croaked. Behind those bright blue eyes were images that were enough to shock a man to death. Rosie nodded and gave him a sympathetic look as he went back to his study. Frodo sat on his low back chair and slowly started to eat his stew, thinking all the time. He looked down on his desk where the old leather bound book lay, full of adventure and excitement of his uncles travels. Uncle Bilbo always wanted an epic adventure, Frodo thought to himself, but my adventure is eating my life away. He finished his stew and went right to bed.
That night he had a series of dreams. The first one was when he was on Weathertop and Aragorn had been slain along with his friends, he got stabbed 3 times in the shoulder for three times the pain. He awoke with cold sweat dripping down his face. The pain in his shoulder was enough to kill a grown man, but Frodo endured it, he had grown very tough, though he did feel as if he'd like to die. His next dream Sam didn't come back to Cirith-Ungol and Shelob was eating him. HE awoke briefly to see the daylight outside, though he could hardly see at all, considering his eyes where blurring and foggy and the pain was excruciating. He could hear people in the room, the concerned voice of Rosie, the cheerful voice of Elanor, and... Someone he did not recognize, he thought her voice seemed to calm any kind of uprising in him, and the pain was slightly easier to bear. He fell back asleep into another dream. This one was odd. He was in Rivendell, after the ring had been destroyed (He could tell by the feeling of lifted weight around his neck, and his finger hurt) His eyes were just opening and he saw a girl with brown ringlets and piercing blue eyes, It was Mystic! Rosie's friend. She leaned over him and said in a soft whisper "It will be okay." Her word haunted him and then something strange happened. She started calling to him.
"Frodo! Frodo, wakeup please wakeup!" She cried. He opened his eyes, which were much less blurry to see Mystic; he looked out the window and saw it was nearing supper time. He had barely any pain in his shoulder, though a pang did remain. She helped him out of his bed.
"I was a bit worried, sorry." She said sheepishly, Frodo now noticed that he was still in bed clothes, "Rosie left me to make dinner and you screamed!" she said, "Were you having a nightmare?" She asked sympathetically. Frodo realized that no one had told her (He was glad).
"Yeah something like that." Frodo replied. Mystic gave him a puzzled stare. Frodo quickly changed the subject.
"What's for supper, it smells good." He asked her. She smiled widely.
"Oh I heard your favorite food was rabbit and mushrooms, so I made rabbit and mushroom stew." She said with eyes that said, "Please say you'll like it." They walked out into the kitchen where Frodo sat down and Mystic brought him a bowl. It smelled heavenly and he ate it very fast. She gave him seconds and thirds gladly.
"You must be hungry, Rosie said you've been sleeping all day." She said bussling around the kitchen.
"Where are they?" Frodo asked. Mystic turned away form her washing.
"Rosie, Sam, and Elanor? Oh their out buying some more material for Eleanor's clothes, that girl is growing up fast, don't you think?" She asked him. They continued to chat nonchalantly until the door opened revealing a tired looking Sam, a exhausted Rosie, and a busy as a bee Elanor. When she saw that Frodo was sitting at the table Rosie jumped.
"Frodo what are you doing up!" She asked. Frodo gave her a weak smile.
"I got so hungry so... so Mystic here woke me up to eat." Frodo said. Sam and Rosie were looking very puzzled but they seemed pleased.
"Oh Frodo well you'll be happy to hear, Gandalf's in the Shire!" Said Sam, Frodo looked uplifted.
"Yeah and he wants to come over and talk to you, apparently it'll be two years till the next ship to the Havens." Frodo looked over at Mystic, who was looking very interested in their conversation. She looked so carefree to Frodo, so happy, so full of life. Little did she know that the other pair of blue eyes starring at her had experienced hate, murder, killings, evil, and the purest of evil beyond what anyone could know. After supper Frodo stayed out for a bit but he did go to bed early.
That night he had a very weird dream. He was standing at the edge of the crack of doom when Sauron walked onto the edge with him. Frodo threw the ring in but Sauron started to laugh, a horrid laugh, and said
"That will do nothing, my evil is elsewhere."