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Thorin Oakenshield and his company of Dwarrows were led by Gandalf the Grey into the calm green hills of the Shire around midday. The sun was shining and they could see many Hobbits of all ages going about their business. Many of the Hobbits would discretely look over to the odd bunch of visitors and although the company would most likely be the latest gossip the Hobbits simply went about their days after deeming them harmless. Fauntlings were running all over and a few tried to approach but as soon as they got too close an older Hobbit would pull them away or they would become frightened when a Dwarf would look their way and simply scamper off. Gandalf had said he knew the perfect place for them to rest and work out the final intricacies of their plan he also hinted at the possibility of gaining the much needed burglar they were searching for. Thorin doubted how such a small and flimsy creature such as a Hobbit could ever help them on their quest, but Gandalf assured them that Hobbits had quite a lot of tricks up their sleeves. As they continued their walk through the Shire they finally came across the smial Gandalf had been looking for, it was a little ways away from the others and a bit larger in size with a lovely garden in front with a gate and a bench. Gandalf pushed through the Dwarves and went right through the gate where he then leaned down to knock on the small, round, green door.
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Frodo woke up that morning to the sun rising just above the hills and the smell of his uncles cooking in the kitchen, he didn’t to get up just yet so he opted to attempting to guess exactly what Bilbo was going to serve them for breakfast. He could definitely smell bacon and eggs, biscuits were always there, hmm maybe scones? No, wait, they were cinnamon rolls, wait, maybe tarts, uncle Bilbo was awfully good at making tarts… Oh forget it, I’ll just have to get up and see for myself. Frodo thought as he hauled himself out of his comfy bed and placed his furry feet on the cold ground heading off towards the kitchen. As he got closer he could hear Bilbo humming softly while hovered over the stove doing what seemed to be a bajillion things at once, stirring the eggs, checking the bacon, setting the biscuits in a basket off to the side to cool, and finally the mysterious sweet smell was revealed to be pancakes which were almost done. He quickly snatched a biscuit from the basket and went on a hunt for the honey, his tiny Hobbity feet making small noises on the floor. Bilbo tutted at the theft of his cooling biscuit but made no move to stop his tiny nephew as he watched with a small smile and barely contained amusement. “Its right here lad.” Bilbo laughed as he handed Frodo the container of honey and finished preparing the food, setting it on the table and pulling out a chair for his adorable nephew. Frodo jumped into the seat and began to swing his legs and nibble on his biscuit now with a liberal coating of fresh honey they had gotten just the other day from passing merchants. “ what’re we gonna do today?” he asked as politely as he could with crumbs flying out of his mouth. “Chew first then speak please Frodo darling.” Bilbo huffed while filling a plate for Frodo.”I was thinking about working in the back garden today, see if I can get those plants from Bree to grow in this climate, but first I’ll need help on a little adventure to the market for some tomato seeds. The evil snails seemed to have gotten to them in the night.” Frodo laughed “I wanna go on an adventure! Can I come!” he squealed as he dug into his breakfast. “Of course! What kind of adventure would it be with only me by my lonesome, the snails might attack me on my return and I’ll have no brave warrior to save me, If we hurry we might manage to get everything done before Second Breakfast!” Frodo began to shovel food in faster, hoping to get started on the market adventure sooner rather than later, it was always a race to see if they could run about the town getting what they needed and make it back in time for a leisurely meal before the day truly began.
Hopping about the market place greeting other Hobbits and neighbors as the Shire began to wake up and resume their regular chores was probably a sight Frodo would never tire of, the entire area seemed to suddenly come alive right before his very eyes and shops would open, people would smile and greet him, occasionally Bilbo would stop for a short conversation much to Frodo’s chargen, the adventure must not be delayed after all, even if it was just for tomato seeds and maybe salt to scare off the snails. When they finally made it to the little shop where Bilbo knew the best seeds were Frodo was already picking out flowers he wanted in the back garden, he knew Bilbo wouldn’t leave with just tomato seeds if he was going to be working on the back garden all day, he chose the ones he knew Bilbo would want as well as the ones he liked the best. He paused when he saw a small acorn sitting next to the tulips and picked it up. “Uncle? What does this seed grow into?” he knew it would grow into a tree but he’d always been better at identifying flower seeds, not tree seeds. “Oh, I do believe that’s an oak, although it takes a very long time to grow we could plant it if you like.” Frodo that for a moment before adding it to the basket with the other plants he had picked out. They did end up picking up a chunk of salt as well before heading back home, making it back just in time for second breakfast.
Frodo became quite tired after the meal though so opted to curling up in the lounge chair to take a nap before heading out to help Bilbo in the garden. He knew he had been asleep for awhile when he suddenly awoke, as it looked to be about midday now, and sat up to stretch. He wondered what exactly had woken him as he looked around still a bit sleepy from his nap He received his answer when he heard a knock at the door. He got up to and rushed to the door before pulling it open expecting to see Sam or another passing Hobbit or maybe even Bilbo if he had accidentally locked himself out somehow. What he did not expect, however, was a tall old man in a pointy hat and a bunch of Dwarves.
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Gandalf knocked once and waited. After a moment and hearing so movement from inside the smial he knocked a second time a bit louder. He can honestly say he was quite surprised when instead of the son of Belladonna, a small, black haired, blue eyed Hobbit opened the door and stared up at them. He could see the panic on the little faunts face as he seemed to grasp that he did not know these people and had apparently been taught the rules of stranger danger as he made to close the door. “Ah, wait. Is this the house of Bilbo Baggins?” The little Hobbit paused but moved a bit more behind the door ready to bolt at any given notice but managed to squeak out an answer “Yes, this is Bag End, why?” All the Dwarves hearts melted a bit at the scared little boy. “Well I’m here to speak with Bilbo Baggins of Bag End, is he here?” Gandalf asked as softly as he could, not wanting to frighten the boy further. The faunt seemed to brighten at the mention of Bilbo though and opened the door a bit wider stepping out. “Of course!” and with that the young boy lifted his hands to cup around his mouth took a deep breath and yelled, “UNCLE BILBO!” as loud as he possibly could, which was quite loud and a couple of the dwarves looked a bit shocked that such a small thing could create such a loud noise. They were knocked out of their trance when a yelp was heard from behind the smial followed by a thud, it seemed someone else was also a bit startled by the sudden noise. Not even a moment later however another Hobbit made its way to the front of the smial holding a dirt covered trowel in one hand and a tulip in the other.
He paused when he saw the group and the smaller Hobbit and suddenly the trowel looked far more deadly than it had a moment ago as the Hobbit tightened his grip on it. The little one ran immediately behind the bigger Hobbit latching onto the dirt covered pants and peeking out at the group at the front door. “And who might you be?” asked the Hobbit looking cautiously between the dwarves and the wizard.
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