The Entwives

by wigitdog

Seemingly by chance, Legolas and Sam both take their families to Rivendell for a little trip. But what starts as a simple trip becomes a quest for the lost Entwives. I know the summary is bad. Please read it anyway.

1. Chapter 1

Disclaimer: I own the plot. Tolkien owns the rest.

The usually quiet Bag End was a scene of chaos. Little Rosie was hopping up and down with excitement; Little Frodo had climbed on the table and even Elanor, quiet and Elven-wise as she was for her ten years, had pounced on her Adar and hugged him.

"Really, really?" they asked. "Can we really go to Rivendell and see Elrond and Glorfindel and the Elves?

"Yes," Sam nodded. "Merry and Pippin will have to stay home with your mother; they are too little, and with that little Gardner on the way, your mother isn't going anywhere. But we four will have a little trip to Rivendell and we'll be back in no time.

The children ran off to tell their friends the exciting news and left Sam alone, thinking. He thought the journey to Rivendell. Close as Rivendell was, it was not always such a simple matter to get there, as Sam knew from experience. It was not likely for the way to be as dangerous as it had been back in 1418, when the Enemy was bending all his power toward their little group of hobbits and they were being pursued by Nazgul. No, not nearly that dangerous, but still. One never knew what you would find outside of Hobbiton. Folks out there were queer.

Elanor, he knew could do it. At only ten years, she had the air of an Elven-maid, with all the wisdom of several ages behind her. Rightly was she called The Fair, for she had hair the color of Elanor the flower, the star-sun of Lorien for which she was named. The like of it had never been seen in the Shire, or even in Bree. Frodo, at eight, was at first glance a typical hobbit-child. He played games with his friends, and enjoyed his meals, often and plentiful. But, as Gandalf had once said of his namesake, there was "more to him than met the eye." Although he could not pay attention for very long, he had learned a fair amount of Sindarin and a smattering of Quenya, as well as some history and a bit about the crafts of the road.
And Rose, barely more than a toddler, was ever cheerful and good humored. She also had the gift of her mother: nearly everyone who met her loved her immediately.
They would be fine. Nothing bad could happen.
I'm sorry this chapter is so short. I will try to make the next one longer. Please review, even if you hate it. If you don't like it, just tell me why and I will try to make the next chapters more to your liking. If two people tell me to update, I will.