A/N Thank you LalaithElerrina for reviewing and I will take your advice in this chappy. I hope you like this chapter Learning the Name!
Ticklish grass, summer heat, soft wind blowing.
A fantastic day to see a grandfather figure.
Trees litter the meadow of which she walks. Almost to the meeting spot of her many friends, Pippin, Merry, Frodo, and even humble Sam, by the old dirt road which travelers use. She knew Gandalf would be coming today for Bilbo and Frodos birthday. Shaking the red hair on her head, she rid the thoughts from her mind. She knew she liked Frodo. She shared the same feelings for one of her other friends, Pippin. Thoughts always lead to anouther, and thinking of Pippin made her think of the party tonight, and when he asked her to come with him. Sighing she looked up to the horizon, not noticing she started to look down in the first place. 'Get your self together Scarlett!' was her last thought before familiar raven hair and emerald eyes caught her own blue eyes.
Her pale red hair was whipped in front of her tanned face as the wind suddenly picked up. She used one hand to push her hair behind her pointed ear, even though she knew the effort was worthless, she just wanted something to hide her cheeky smile that showed pearly-whites. Scarlett didn't know Frodo saw, nor would he tell her, he thought she was grinning because of the wind, not because of him.
Thoughts rattled his brain, would she like her gift? would she wear something nice? would he get over his fear and ask her to dance? He feared many things and dancing was one because the female hobbits would dance and he was nervous he'd fall or step on her toes. All the basic worries. Suddenly she was right in front of him, her slightly disgrunteled hair was in a perfect messed up way. Her dress was up to her knees, and a book lay under her arm. Frodo chuckeled at her. Scarlett always hated dresses. He knew that. She even wore trousers once, almost everyone scolded her. But she was differant.
"Frodo! Lala Land is occupied! Come back to the Shire." Her voice was sweeter than honey, ran like a river, and was calmer than a a undisturbed pond. People said Scarlett had a voice that made you want to smile. She always proved them right, because who couldn't smile at the calm in her voice that you can see in her lake of eyes that no one can't get lost in.
"Sorry. I was thinking. Did you bring the book?" Of course she did, but he just wanted to hear her speak, and he wanted to ask her. He really wanted to ask her...
"Did you really just ask that? Frodo answer me truthfully, did you ask that because I need to know if you have braindamage, because I did in fact bring the book!" Scarlett was being a pain as usual. That was just the way she is. She's Scarlett Nicole Astailf. A hobbit. And a very brave hobbit it turns out.
A/N second chappy yay! I hope you like it and please give me advice or segestions! PM me any time I will get back to you! Thank you for reading! I don't own anything all the credit goes to Tolkien for without him I wouldn't have had the insperation for this story.
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