Fan Fiction ❯ Forget Me Not ❯ Enter Miriam ( Chapter 1 )

One…more…week…of school…left…finally!! I don't think I can make it through all my finals. Someone just bury me now, because I'm going to die on Monday. Oh, well…I've had a good life. Not really. Anyway…this is my first LOTR fic and since I am practically in love with Frodo and Elijah Wood I have decided to add in my own character. And, if you've seen anything else I've written, you'll know that this is just like me to add something new in to ruin the old story. So, without further ado…

 

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Everything seems colder since he left. Although it's been six years, the sun never shines on me, nor does the moon. Sometimes I'm so down Pip can't even cheer me up. Whenever that happens, I go back to the memories that plague me night and day.

 

Even now I can feel his hand on mine, his lips touching my skin. The tingle that embraced me still lingers. My heart skips a beat for so long, I feel as if it has ceased to beat at all. All this for something my family and friends called a crush? No…it was love, the kind of love that you never forget as long as you live.

 

My story isn't like any other love story. It won't leave you unsettled or anything like that. It is so irregular I doubt that you have ever heard one like it before. All the same, it is the most romantic thing I have lived through, and I've lived through a lot.

 

The kids are laughing in the other room as Pip tickles them mercilessly. The laughter jogs my memory of lighter days when the fate of our lives hadn't been decided yet. When so many more beings were still alive and fighting. Everything and everyone was perfect and nothing could interrupt my picture perfect life…

 

As Pip comes in, hugs me, and plants a kiss on my cheek, I smile at the thought that I could fall back in love after all I went through. The story…? Ah, well…it begins with a birthday party…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

My name is Miriam Gamgee Took, and this is a story within a story.

Chapter 1

 

The memory was as vivid as yesterday. Early spring had just bloomed, the birds were singing, everything was at peace, and Sam was chasing me again. Frodo's Uncle Bilbo was turning an amazing one-hundred and eleven years old; nearly too old for a hobbit. His huge birthday bash was that night and there was a major commotion with setting up everything just right, but, as usual, Frodo was missing in action and his favorite book wasn't on the shelf.

 

My brother, Samwise, was running everywhere after me, trying to rope me into helping with the preparations. It was a trick of his to track me down and then turn around and pretend he was standing where I was to get me to do whatever he wanted me to. Once and a while I was able to get away. The only important thing on my mind, however, was finding Frodo while avoiding Sam.

 

I decided to check his favorite spot; the grassy place under the willow tree by the road. With the sound of Sam behind running through the grass behind me, I ran down a hill and saw a prick of black against the lush of green.

 

“Frodo!” my voice carried down to him and he looked up, confused. I was rushing uncontrollably and nearly toppled over myself, but I saw his dazzling smile at the sight of me tumbling down to see him. As I slowed and came to a stop in front of Frodo, he stood up with a bemused look on his face.

 

“Miss Gamgee,” he started, nearly bursting out into laughter at the sight of me panting from exerting myself too much, “I wonder what it could be that would make you run for your life?” I smiled despite myself.

 

“You…weren't helping with the decorations…so…” I trailed off, leaving an awkward silence between us. In the back of my mind I was aware that Sam was somewhere close behind me, but I pushed it farther back than it already was. “What book are you reading?” I asked, actually curious.

 

“Care to join me?” We sat with the tree's branches swaying with the wind in front of us, completely at peace, reading together quietly.

 

“Want to know the real reason why I wasn't helping?” he said after a few minutes of silence. I tore my eyes away from the book and realized he wasn't looking at the words anymore.

 

“Why?” I stared at him, and he grimaced and half-smiled. When he turned his head back at me, the book instantly fell down into the grass.

 

“Uncle's up to something,” his face wasn't joking around like he usually did, but was as serious and as concentrated as anything I had ever seen. “He's been in a frenzy for about a week. Digging up old maps from the attic, constantly checking and rechecking something in his pocket, and mumbling incoherently to himself.” Frodo's eyes clouded, covering up the usual sky blue. “I can't stand to sit around and watch him.” Seeing the question in my eyes, he added, “He won't let me do anything to help him, either; he says there's enough destruction going on down there and they don't need anymore help.” He half turned away, but something came over me.

 

“I'm sure that whatever he's doing won't bring harm to him,” I automatically reached out and put my hand on his arm to comfort him. “Just look at how old he is; he knows how to take care of himself. Everything will be alright.” He smiled to agree with me.

 

I almost pulled my hand away, but he reached out and held it, lacing his fingers through mine. Instantly my heart thumped rapidly and my breathing became labored. Consciously, I hoped that he wouldn't be able to see the look of pure joy of being so close to him behind my eyes.

 

It was such a peaceful moment. The world seemed to stop. There wasn't any chirping from the birds, nor could I hear the swaying of the tree's branches. His eyes suddenly became less clouded and we seemed to be moving closer…

 

“Miriam!” the sudden yell jogged us out of the dream. We both looked up at the same time to see Sam racing down the hill, trying to stop us. For an instant, I had forgotten that he was still searching for me. Reluctantly, I let go of Frodo's hand and stood up to face my very annoying brother.

 

“What do you think you're doing?!” Sam's fat, red face was suddenly shaking right in front of mine. As my mind hammered for a suitable answer, he took my shoulders and shook me hard. “I just don't understand!” My blood pressure seemed to rise higher as I waited for him to go on. “Why aren't you helping with the decorations in town?”

 

I almost sighed aloud in my relief. Although it was certain that Sam had seen us, he was more concerned about the party to comprehend what was going on. Thank goodness for the fact that my brother was gifted with a short attention span! I turned back to Frodo to see if he was as relieved as I was, but he had turned away.

 

“What's wrong?” I asked, concerned that he was embarrassed and didn't want to look at me. He held up his hand to gesture for silence. Sam and I looked at each other in confusion. Then I heard it. Very faintly, coming down the road, was a melody obviously hummed out of tune. Along with the song came a bumping of wagon wheels and the rustling of something in the back.

 

Frodo jumped up and raced down the hill toward the sound. I almost followed him myself, but Sam saw the look in my eyes before I reacted.

 

“Oh, no you don't! You have to come help set up the tent.” He grabbed my hand and started to lead me back into town. “One of the poles fell on Merry and now we're a little short handed.” He explained as I looked back, wishing that I could be anywhere but helping Sam. Preferably near Frodo and whoever was coming up the path.

 

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I thought it was good, but it's all up to you to decide about whether or not I should continue to write this or not. So, I think you all know what that means. You don't? =^^;= Gee, who's reading this thing? Whatever. Just review the stupid thing.

 

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