I do not own big Frodo.

Chapter 2

"Pippin, what did you do? Why are you so small?" Frodo broke off at the sight of the seven other members of the Fellowship still sleeping far below. Realization began to dawn on him. Pippin, still too shocked to speak, watched as his gigantic cousin surveyed the treeline, not far above his head. Then, regaining his voice, he did the only sane thing he possibly could do. He ran.

"Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaanndddaaaaaaaaaaaallf!" he hollered. Legolas sprang up, as did Aragorn.

"Mithrandir!" They shouted together. Gandalf's eyes shot open and his right hand rushed to where his staff should have been. It grasped only air. Legolas went to the Wizard's side, helped him up, and consented to be a make-shift walking stick, while Aragorn shot a glare at Pippin. He ignored it and, as soon as Gandalf was on his feet, he began to jabber.

"Gandalf, it's Frodo. He's . . . he's . . ." but Pippin couldn't find the right word. Instead, he pointed a shaking finger in the giant's direction. Gandalf dashed forward, but stopped at a few paces and his eyes grew wide. Legolas and Aragorn had already distinguished the outline of the enlarged figure of the Ringbearer. Pippin gulped as both Aragorn and Gandalf turned to glare at him.

"Peregrine Took," Gandalf was trying to remain calm, "do you know how this happened?" Pippin shook his head truthfully. "Where is my staff?" Pippin pointed in Frodo's direction. "Go find it. Frodo won't harm you."

"I'll go with him," Legolas volunteered. Pippin, grateful for the company, smiled and strode off with the Elf.

"Good morning, Legolas," Frodo said from up above. "Is Sam awake yet?"

"Not yet," Pippin yelled in response, studying Frodo's feet.

"Watch where you walk," Legolas warned him as he set off, presumably to awaken Sam. The ground shook slightly as Frodo left their presence.

It didn't take Legolas long to find the staff. It was nestled in a bush not far from where Pippin had been sitting during his watch. It was in perfect condition.

"I thought I threw it farther than that," Pippin commented disappointedly.

"You threw Gandalf's staff?" Legolas asked, his voice calm.

"It wouldn't give me any food," Pippin defended himself. The Elf smiled.

"Sam!"

"What is it, Mr. Frodo?" Sam asked sleepily, not even opening his eyes.

"It's morning. Wake up." Sam sat up, yawned, and stretched. Indeed, the sun was rising, but there was an odd shadow across his body. He looked up and Frodo waved. Sam fainted.

Sam groaned and opened his eyes. Gandalf was coming into focus as were Pippin and Merry. Not far away, he could hear Gimli protesting his wake up call.

"Where's Mr. Frodo?" Sam asked.

"He's been turned into a giant," Pippin said matter-of-factly. Sam blinked. Under any other circumstances, he would have believed Pippin was playing a practical joke, but his traditional mischievous smile was notably absent from his face and Gandalf hadn't objected to the statement. Pippin gestured off to his right.

"We're having breakfast," he explained. Sam sat up and looked in the direction Pippin had indicated. An enlarged Frodo was sitting in front of a fire, roasting sausages that were shorter than his finger.

"How . . . ?" Sam began to ask, but he was alone. Gandalf had gone to help Legolas, Aragorn, and Boromir awaken Gimli. Pippin and Merry, seeing that Sam was all right, had decided that their breakfast should not be neglected any longer. They had joined Frodo at the fire and were now roasting their own sausages, which were more proportionate to their sizes than Frodo's was. Hesitantly, Sam joined them.

"How did this happen, Mr. Frodo?" he asked.

"I don't know, Sam."

"What about the ring?" Merry asked. "Is it bigger too?" Frodo reached into his shirt pocket, where he had put the ring the previous night so he wouldn't fiddle with it. He dug around and then his hand emerged with a tiny chain, the ring attached to it. Merry thought for a moment.

"Try wearing it as a bracelet," he suggested. Frodo struggled with the clasp for a few moments, but soon realized his fingers were too large and handed it to Merry, who easily unhooked it.

"Thank you," Frodo said, extending his hand to take the chain. Merry didn't move or say anything. His eyes were fixed on the ring.

"Merry!" Pippin hollered in his ear. Merry jumped. He returned the ring to Frodo without hesitation and Pippin fastened the clasp around the ringbearer's wrist. Frodo smiled, picked up his sausage, and swallowed it whole.