Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the Rings, its characters, plot or anything else to do with it. I own my OC Clara. I also own any other OCs, changes and anything else I added.

Before you correct me Bilbo and Frodo are cousins but they refer to each other as Uncle/Nephew because of the large age gap.

Weighty Ghost: That was the end of the conversation. There's nothing really semi dramatically I could do to end a chapter at that point. But yeah I could've ended it better. Sorry.

I was supposed to post this on my Birthday… in April… last year whoops. Sorry this took so long.

"I really don't want to be a bother to you two or anyone else here." Clara said with a slight frown as she sat at the kitchen table of Bag End with Bilbo and Frodo the morning after her sudden arrival.

"Nonsense." Bilbo said as he poured tea. "It's a nice change and I'm sure Frodo would love to hear about where you're from." Frodo started smiling.

"After breakfast I was going to head out to the woods… around where I found you." He said. "If you'd like you could come with me."

"I would love that, Frodo." Clara said with a smile. He smiled back.

…

After eating breakfast the two left Bag End. As they headed down towards the gate Samwise Gamgee approached it.

"Good morning, Mr. Frodo." The two looked over to see him. Sam didn't see Clara at first but when he did he looked rather alarmed.

"Good morning, Sam." Frodo said with a wave and a smile. Sam looked at Clara in confusion then at Frodo. "Ah, Sam, this is Clara Drake."

"Hello." Clara said with a small wave and a nervous smile.

"Clara this is Sam." Frodo said.

"Samwise Gamgee. Nice to meet you, Miss Clara." Sam said with a polite smile and a nod. He shifted on his feet slightly.

"She's staying with me and Bilbo." Frodo explained. Sam nodded, even though he still looked a bit confused.

"I best be getting to tending the garden. I'll see you later, Mr. Frodo." Sam said. Frodo nodded and he and Clara continued walking.

"I'm pretty sure that's the first time Sam has seen a Woman." Frodo said with an amused smile. "Well a…"

"Me sized woman?" Clara asked. Frodo chuckled with a nod.

…

The two walked through the forest before finding a good spot to sit down against a tree. Clara let out a sigh. Frodo frowned as he looked over at her as she frowned.

"Tell me about where you're from." He said.

"I'm not sure what to tell." Clara said after a moment. "Your world is much more interesting and I've only been here a short while."

"Tell me anything." Frodo said with a smile.

"Well…" Clara said. She thought for a moment. "We have buildings that go so high we named them skyscrapers." Frodo sat in front of Clara, with his legs crossed, and gave her his full attention. "We have cars, uh… carriages without horses that run on fuel." Frodo's eyes widened and a smile was slowly forming on his face as he heard about these foreign things. "No one uses candles much anymore, we use electricity." Frodo looked confused but nodded. "We have planes, we use them to fly around and get around faster." Frodo looked amazed.

"What is the name of your home?" He asked.

"Well about a month ago my sister and I lived in Connecticut, a state in America. We moved to England to live in the castle of an estate my grandmother - whom I'd never even met - left to me. I never even knew the woman existed and she put me in her will…"

"A castle?" Frodo asked with wide eyes.

"She was very rich." Clara said with a nod.

"Are you the princess of this 'England'?"

"Oh no, we're not royalty at all." She let out a small chuckle as she shook her head. "Though my sister likes to think she is." The smile faded from Clara's face.

"I'm sure you'll see her again." Frodo said with a kind smile. Clara managed to give him a small smile in return.

"Thank you, Frodo." She said before she leaned her head back against the tree.

"Tell me more about your world?" Frodo requested. Clara smiled.

Frodo and Clara walked back to Bag End, past hobbits who were working in the fields. They heard a commotion behind them and turned to see Meriadoc Brandybuck and Peregrin Took running towards them, each holding a sack.

"Hello Frodo!" Pippin said with a big smile as the two stopped next to them. "Hello..um…" He looked up at Clara and blinked with wide innocent eyes. Frodo smiled.

"Clara Drake meet-" He started to say but was cut off.

"Merry Brandybuck." Merry said with a friendly grin. "and Pippin Took." He nodded to the other hobbit who was still looking up at her with wide eyes, his mouth had fallen open as well. They looked back to the way they came as they heard someone shouting. "Nice meeting you, Miss, but we've got to go!" Merry said with a grin. "Come on, Pip!" he said before he and his cousin ran off.

"I can tell they get into a lot of mischief." Clara said with a small giggle. Frodo chuckled with a nod.

"More than you can imagine." Frodo said. "The two are cousins and through his father, Pippin is my second-cousin once-removed, and the first-cousin twice-removed of Bilbo." He said with a smile. Clara nodded.

"Wait… so… you and Bilbo are cousins? I thought he was your uncle."

"Oh, yeah, I just see him more as an uncle because of the age gap." Frodo said with a shrug. "I just got used to calling him uncle, too."

"Ah, okay. Makes sense."

…

"I don't suppose you two have any… bigger clothing I could borrow, do you?" Clara asked Bilbo who was sitting in the study of Bag End.

"Never really expected many Men for company I'm afraid." Bilbo said with an apologetic frown.

"Well… you don't happen to have some cloth or fabric, do you? I could make myself something."

"I might have something." Bilbo said with a nod as he stood, holding up a finger before he went into another room. He came back with a large white sheet and a brown one. "Could you make something out of these, my dear?"

"They'll do perfectly." Clara said with a nod and a smile.

"Marvelous." Bilbo said with a smile of his own. "I'll get you a needle and some thread." He said after handing her the sheet.

"Thank you." Clara looked down at the cloth as Bilbo left the room. "This might take a while…"

…

Clara worked on her new articles of clothing for the rest of the day and well into the night before finishing it and falling asleep as the sun rose. Bilbo knocked on her door to wake her the next morning. When she didn't respond he cracked the door open. He smiled seeing her asleep with her new clothes folded up like a pillow.

Once Clara had finally woken up she took a quick sponge bath – she couldn't fit in the small tub the hobbits used and there was no way she was bathing in a body of water outside. She changed into her newly made outfit. She'd used the white sheet to make a blouse with baggy sleeves that went halfway down her upper arms. With the brown one she made a skirt that went down mid-calf, showing her black boots. With the leftover material from brown cloth she made a vest like top to go over the white blouse and used green ribbon, that Bilbo had found later, to lace and tie it in the front. It wasn't her best work since she didn't have a sewing machine but they weren't too poorly made that she couldn't wear them. She folded her black gown and held it under her arm before leaving the guest bedroom.

"Finally awake are we?" Bilbo asked with a laugh.

"Good morning. It is still morning, right?" Clara asked. Frodo chuckled.

"It's almost midday. We thought it best to let you sleep." he said. Clara smiled in thanks and he smiled back.

"Finished your new outfit I see." Bilbo said. Clara nodded. "It looks lovely." He said making her beam.

"Thank you, Bilbo. Is there somewhere for me to wash my dress?" She asked. He motioned for her to hand it to him.

"I'll have it washed for you."

"I couldn't ask you to do that for me." Clara said shaking her head.

"Then don't." He said with a smile. "You're our guest." He said taking the folded dress. "Now sit and eat something." He said motioning to the table. "It's almost time for elevenses." Clara smiled as she sat down.

"Elevenses?" Clara asked as Bilbo left the room.

"Uh, hobbits eat six meals a day." Frodo explained. "Breakfast, second breakfast, elevenses, luncheon, afternoon tea, dinner and supper."

"That was seven."

"Well afternoon tea is just in the middle." Frodo said with a chuckle.

"I normally only have three meals a day. Breakfast, lunch, dinner or supper." Clara said. "Some people skip one or two sometimes." Frodo blinked.

"They skip one or two out of three?"

"Yeah, it's not healthy but people either don't have time or they want to lose weight."

"Did you skip them?"

"Back in Connecticut I used to work at a Starbucks in the mornings and a diner at night so I would grab a quick bite to eat for breakfast and I would sometimes have to skip lunch if I was busy during the day."

"Star…bucks?" Frodo asked. "What's that?" Clara looked at him and saw his curiosity sparkle in his eyes making her smile.

"It's a coffee place. Um, a drink that-" Clara stopped and Frodo chuckled.

"We have coffee here." He told her.

"Oh…" Clara said quietly before biting her lip. Frodo smiled.

"What other drinks are there in your world?"

"Well we have beer." Frodo nodded. "Wines and other alcoholic drinks. There's soda which has sugar and caffeine and comes in a lot of flavors like fruits. Then there are normal fruit drinks, apple juice, apple cider, grape juice, etc." Frodo nodded. Bilbo came back into the kitchen and clapped his hands together.

"Alright, who's hungry?" He asked with a smile. He began to get the food ready. "Oh, Clara." Bilbo said turning to look at her. "At the end of the next week it'll be my 111th birthday." Clara's eyes widened. "There'll be a party, and I'd love it if you'd come."

"You've known me less than three days." Clara said confused.

"And in that time I've learned you're a lovely young woman." Bilbo said. "I want you to come." He said with a smile. Clara smiled back.

"Well, okay. Thank you." Bilbo nodded and went back to getting the food. "Um, if you don't mind me asking, how long do hobbits normally live?"

"Well, the normal life expectancy is around 100 years." Clara couldn't hide her expression of shock.

"Well, I have to say Bilbo, you look good for 111." she said with a smile. Bilbo chuckled.

"Thank you my dear." Bilbo put some plates of food on the table. "It will also be Frodo's birthday." he said. Frodo smiled shyly.

"How old are you going to be?" Clara asked him with a smile.

"He's going to be coming of age." Bilbo said with a fond smile.

"18?" Clara asked raising her eyebrows.

"No no." Bilbo said with a laugh. "33." Clara blinked.

"You're 32?" Clara asked Frodo. He nodded. "I-I thought you were younger than me." Clara said with a frown.

"Why, how old are you?" he asked as he tilted his head slightly.

"Frodo." Bilbo scolded. "You don't ask a lady her age."

"Sorry." Frodo said quickly with a sheepish smile.

"No it's alright." Clara said with a smile. "I'm 23." Frodo nodded.

"You will come to the party, yes?" Bilbo asked.

"It's not like I have other plans." Clara said with a giggle. "Of course I'll come. You've both been so kind to me, a complete stranger."

"Well you're not a stranger now, now are you?" Bilbo asked with a smile. Clara felt a warm feeling in her chest as she returned the smile.

"Ah, Clara." Bilbo said as he came into the kitchen to find her and Frodo having breakfast. The two looked over as he walked up to her. "Here." He handed her a small leather pouch that jingled as it landed in her hand.

"What's this?" she asked before looking into the pouch and seeing it was filled with gold coins.

"Just a little something for you to get some more fabric."

"A little something? How much is in here? I can't take this." Clara said holding pouch back to him.

"Of course you can!" Bilbo insisted as he pushed her hand back. "You can't just wear the same two dresses. Frodo will take you to market when you've finished eating, won't you?" Bilbo put a hand on Frodo's shoulder and the younger hobbit nodded.

"I'd be happy to. Besides you'll need a dress for the party." He said.

"Thank you." Clara said with a smile as she looked between the two.

…

The next day Clara sat outside as she sewed a new dress. Frodo sat beside her with a book and his pipe.

"Good Morning Mister Frodo." Sam called as he walked up. "Good Morning Miss Clara." He added.

"Good Morning Sam." Frodo said with a grin.

"Good Morning, Sam." Clara said with a smile as she looked up from her work.

(I was supposed to write more here but lost ideas)

Frodo, eating an apple, walked out of Bag End and picked up the mail from the mailbox. He came back inside and gave the mail to Bilbo who was in his study. The older hobbit was laughing as he wrote in his book but quickly quieted down as Frodo approached him.

"Thank you." Bilbo said. Frodo picked up a sketch of a young Bilbo.

"What's this?" He asked. Bilbo grabbed back the picture.

"That is private. Keep your sticky paws off." Frodo looked at the book and Bilbo closed it. "It's not ready yet." Bilbo said putting his book away.

"Not ready for what?" Frodo asked as he walked away into the hall to see Bilbo's open trunk.

"Reading." Frodo picked up and examined some old object of Bilbo's. Bilbo examined the pile of letters. "What on earth are these?" He asked.

"Replies to the party invitations." Frodo said.

"Oh! Good gracious! Is it today?" Bilbo asked with a grin.

"They all said they're coming. Except for the Sackville-Bagginses; they're demanding you ask them in person." Frodo said.

"Well they don't seem like a friendly lot." Clara said as she ducked slightly to enter the room.

"Are they, indeed? Over my dead body." Bilbo said.

"They'd probably find that quite agreeable!"

"They seem to think you have tunnels overflowing with gold." Frodo said to Bilbo.

"It was one small chest, hardly overflowing. And it still smells of troll." Bilbo started to hide his valuables in chests, jars, vases, and other inconspicuous places around the house.

"What on earth are you doing?" Frodo asked.

"Taking precautions. You know, I caught her making off with the silverware once."

"Who?"

"Lobelia Sackville-Baggins." Bilbo said going into the dining room. Frodo and Clara followed. "She had all my spoons stuffed in her pockets. Hah! Dreadful woman; make sure you keep an eye on her after I'm ... when I'm ... when I'm..." Bilbo trailed off. Frodo and Clara frowned.

"When you're...what?" Frodo asked.

"It's nothing. Nothing."Bilbo looked at some papers on the table in the next room.

"You know, some people are beginning to wonder about you, Uncle. They think you're becoming odd."

"Odd? Hmm."

"Unsociable."

"Unsociable? Me? Nonsense. Be a good lad and put that on the gate." Bilbo handed Frodo a sign he'd made; Frodo looked at it dubiously.

"No, I don't see why they'd think you unsociable." Clara said after glancing at the sign. Frodo gave her a playful smirk which she returned.

…

Frodo went outside and nailed the sign to the gate of Bag End. It said "NO ADMITTANCE EXCEPT ON PARTY BUSINESS." Bilbo came outside and stretched.

"You think he'll come?" Frodo asked.

"Who?" Bilbo asked.

"Gandalf."

"Ahhh. He wouldn't miss a chance to lit up his whiz-poppers! He'll give us quite a show, you'll see."

"Alright then, I'm off." Frodo said.

"Off to where?" Bilbo asked.

"East Farthing woods. I'm going to surprise him."

"Is Clara going with you?"

"She's supposed to be." Frodo said with a smile. A moment later, Clara came out of Bag End. She smiled sheepishly.

"Well, go on then! You don't want to be late." Bilbo said ushering Clara to follow Frodo who started to run off.

"Frodo, wait for me!" Clara called after him.

"Come on, Clara!" Frodo called back with a laugh.

"Frodo!" Clara whined. Bilbo chuckled as he heard her complain that she should be able to catch up to him. Bilbo sat on a bench outside his door, smoking his pipe; he blew out a large smoke ring which floated into the sky.

Anyone actually like this story so far?