Fan Fiction ❯ Forget Me Not ❯ The Party ( Chapter 2 )
[ P - Pre-Teen ]
By: Emmablk1 
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Drama / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 03.22.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.6K | Visits: 192 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Drama / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 03.22.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.6K | Visits: 192 | Status: Work In Progress
Alright, alright...at the insistence of my friend and the THREE REVEIWERS (Come on, I know you people are better than that!!!!!) I have decided to write another chapter, although I'm not sure if it will be that good...Oh well...as long as SOMEONE REVIEWS, I really won't care. Otherwise I'll just have to pull this off because obviously no one cares. Oh! I discovered that it was a girl named Diamond of Long Cleeve who married Pippin. Just for the sake of the story, she doesn't exist and Pip had more children than just his son, although his son Faramir will marry Goldilocks Gamgee, Sam's daughter, as written. I do plan on using Folco Buffin, who was one of Frodo's friends just for fun. Ok, here we go...
Chapter 2
Working with three idiots is not what I'd call a good time. That's what happened in the case of me helping set up the party; while Sam tried to hold on to the ladder that Pippin was standing on to hang the banner, Merry pushed him for not hanging it straight. It all ended up in catastrophe, as always. I hadn't learned how to keep those three out of trouble. In fact, I don't think I've ever learned how to do that.
Of course, I don't think that would have happened if I had been paying more strict attention to the trio, instead of gazing off into the distance, wonder where the heck Frodo was. Not that they would have noticed me brooding, anyhow, as Pippin and Merry started up another fight later in the day when the sun was nearly down and everyone had started to arrive for the big bash. (A/N: I haven't shown that someone tells her Gandalf is in town, but she knows, ok?)
As the guests began to arrive, I scrambled into a nearby tree, hoping to catch sight of Frodo. Unfortunately, Bilbo had more than half the Shire invited and there were too many curly, dark-haired hobbits to decipher which one he was.
Suddenly I heard a voice call up to me. "What in the world are you doing up there?" Mortified, I looked down and felt relieved to know it was Folco Buffin, one of Frodo's friends, looking up at me with a beer in his hand.
"Ummm..." I said, gazing around at the crowd of hobbits who had just saw me and were staring. "I thought these branches looked a little, um, dry and I thought it was my duty to tell my brother. I just needed a closer look." Nervously, I jumped down and smiled oddly.
I could tell he didn't believe me. He grinned evilly, making my nerves even more nervous, if that was possible. "I heard you and Frodo were caught kissing in the meadow today." My eyes widened, and I thought, 'How did he know that?' He took a sip from his mug and I could tell he was enjoying teasing me.
People around who were starting to leave came back to hear where the conversation was going. "I...don't know what you're talking about. We were just reading; that's all." I heard titters from the crowd and saw eyes rolling in my direction."I'm sure you were," Folco said, not disguising the fact that he had fun tormenting me. "But I heard otherwise." He smiled as though we were discussing the weather. My face turned a dark shade of red and I tried to hurry past him, wanting nothing more than to wallow in peace.
He caught my arm. Quietly he whispered in my ear so that only I could hear him, "Be thankful your brother doesn't know yet. He might blow a gasket."
"Mr. Buffin, are you threatening me?" I hissed back, stepping away from him.
"That is the question, is it not?" As I stared at him confused, he trailed past me and left me there, not knowing if I could trust him or not.
"It was none of your business! Really!" I yelled after him desperately. He didn't acknowledge if he had heard me or not, which irked me so that I turned around in a huff and nearly tumbled over Frodo. "Oh!" I said, blushing at being so near to him. "I'm sorry Frodo!"
He laughed and my insides became goop. How could one person do this to me? "That's ok; I was trying to see what all the commotion was about."
I looked at him suspiciously. "How did you get in here without being bombarded by your relatives?"
"I came in the back way. It was a lot less crowded." His smile made me light headed and I laughed consciously. "You should see what your brother is doing." He added after a moment, as if that was the whole reason he came looking for me.
"Oh, no...what is it now?" Honestly I was sick of having to watch over him all the time, especially at public events. Well, it wasn't all the time; just whenever Rosie Cotton was around. He had it bad.
Frodo grabbed my hand and started to pull me toward the dancing in the middle of the party. "This has something to do with Rosie, doesn't it?" I called to him, but the crowd was getting noisier and it was harder to hear the people nearest to you.
He stopped and pointed at my hopeless brother. Sam was sitting at the bar (A/N: I didn't know what to call it-what do hobbits call that?) drinking ale. "That's his third one." Frodo told me.
My brain suddenly turned on. "What?! You know what happens to him when he drinks more than that!" It had actually only happened once. Sam was so depressed over Rosie dancing with another hobbit a couple years ago, he drunk himself into a stupor and poured water all over Bilbo instead of the plants the next day. I took him home and sobered him up, although it took him three days. Sam can't drink more than three ales or he's out for a week at most. For some reason, every time it had almost happened, Rosie Cotton has had something to do with it.
Since I was just standing there like an idiot, Frodo ran up to him and said, "C'mon Sam-ask Rosie for a dance!" He leaned back and gave me a wink. Although my face was bright red, I smiled and winked back.
Sam wasn't going to move. "I think I'll just have another ale." He reached for another, but Frodo was too quick for him.
"Oh, no you don't...!" He tore his arm away from the drink and flung him toward the dancers. Thankfully, Sam ended up in Rosie's arms by pure luck. Rosie didn't seem to mind and I thought I saw a little blush creep up onto her cheeks as she pulled Sam into the dance.
"Brilliant." I congratulated him. "I never knew you were that good a shot." I came up to him so he could hear me better. I swore the music was just getting louder and louder.
He looked me over. "Miss Gamgee-"
"Miriam." I quickly corrected him. "You don't have to call me that anymore. We're friends. Right?"
He laughed. "Of course. Why wouldn't we be?" I sighed inwardly, thinking it was a miracle. "So...Miriam," The instant he said my name my heart went ten times what it normally does. "Do you know how to dance?"
"Well..."
"I'll take that as a no. I'll teach you, though." I swear he could see my eyes light up at the thought of him teaching me anything.
"Really? Wow, that's so nice of you...I mean...no one's...never mind." I laughed with him and he took my hand again to lead me into the crowd.
It was even noisier in the mist of everyone, if that was even possible. He stopped walking and let go of my hand. "Watch this carefully." He instructed. I raised an eyebrow, but watched anyways. Suddenly he dipped down and did a frog-like move. (A/N: like you saw in the first film-don't deny it; it was extremely funny.) He jumped down, jumped back up, and waved his arms like a chicken in the process. My face contorted into the look of someone trying not to laugh, which was what I was doing. He stopped jumping and gave me a look. "What?"
"Nothing...You did a very...I thought it was..." My eyes watered from holding in my laughter. Suddenly I couldn't take it anymore. I doubled over and laughed until my stomach hurt. When my last laugh had been spent, I looked up hesitantly. Frodo was glaring at me.
I giggled nervously and ran a hand through my hair. "Sorry. I didn't..." He rolled his eyes at me in response, but he didn't smile. "Hold on..." I thought aloud. "You can't dance, either! That's why-" I stopped myself before I said something like; 'you dance horrifically.' By the look on his face, I knew I had caught him.
"Alright, I admit it." He said modestly and smiled again. "But I thought it was a pretty cool move. Wasn't it?" My face got that look again, but before I could burst out laughing, he said, "Never mind."
I caught a glimpse of Sam still twirling with Rosie and I smiled fondly at the pair. Frodo saw where I was looking and gazed at them, too. "Thanks for helping him tonight." I told him, trying to turn to face him without getting jostled by the other people dancing. "He's actually shy when it comes to her, although he doesn't look it."
"It was nothing." He leaned forward. Suddenly I remembered what Folco said when I spoke to him earlier. I had started to lean back a bit when there was a loud BOOM that shook the ground. We both looked up at the same time to find that someone had set off a huge firework that had been lodged in Gandalf's cart. It was the most majestic red and looked exactly like a dragon. Unfortunately for us, it was head straight for the party.
As I stood cowering in fear, Frodo set off running. I didn't notice and was confused when he wasn't there anymore. I heard shrieking and someone saying, "Dragon? Nonsense; there hasn't been a dragon here in a hundred years..." Then the firework passed over us, with everyone ducking so it wouldn't it them. It flew up and twirled before bursting into a thousand tiny fires. All the girls were sighing in joy at the sight.
Then, everything was back to normal again, although I had lost Frodo. Soon many people were running to the side and I realized that he was with his uncle. Bilbo, in fact was being persuaded to make a speech.
I walked over to the site and was pleased to find Merry and Pippin washing dishes, covered in soot. Ignoring the shouts of 'Speech!', I made a beeline for them and laughed at their faces.
"It's not that funny." Merry protested. Pippin nodded his head in agreement. I continued laughing at them all the same. Pippin scooped some soapy water into the cup he was washing and flung it at me.
"Hey!" I cried when the water splashed on me. My mouth had been open, and now it was filled with soap. "That wasn't necessary!"
"Yeah, well...I wasn't necessary to laugh at us, either." Pippin said. He was actually acting serious, which hardly ever happened. He continued washing dishes, making water splash everywhere because he was practically throwing the dishes into the tub.
"Are you mad?" I asked him, concerned. He looked at me and turned away.
"It was just a joke, Pip. And I didn't mean to get us in trouble; you know I didn't." Merry said, pleading to him. He thought he was mad about getting into trouble for the firework.
"That's not-" Pip was answering, but at that moment, Bilbo decided to start his speech.
"My dear Bagginses and Boffins...Tooks and Brandybucks..." After each family name was called, a huge roar would come up from the crowd. I turned around and stared at Bilbo, who had gotten on top of a table at the insistence of the others. In the front I spied Frodo. "...Grubbs, Chubbs...Hornblowers...Bolgers...Bracegirdles...and Proudfoots."
The Proudfoots, being very proud of their...err...feet, shouted at their name being called. One particular hobbit shouted, "Proudfeet!" The crowd laughed at him. Bilbo frowned and continued with his speech. "Today is my 111th birthday!" Everyone roared once more. "But, alas, eleventy-one years is far too short a time to live among such excellent and admirable hobbits. I don't know half of you half as well as I should like, and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve." A murmur went up from the congregation, all wondering what that was supposed to mean. From behind me, I heard laugher. I turned my head slightly and found Gandalf the Grey chuckling at Bilbo, as if it was a private joke between the two of them. Bilbo continued. "I, uh...have things to do." The mood of the affair suddenly changed. His voice was different, as if the tine had changed drastically. Quickly, so that no one could see, he reached into his small pocket and grabbed something, putting it behind his back. "I've put this off far too long." The air was quiet and nothing seemed to stir but his words. "I regret to announce this is the end! I'm going now. I bid you all a very fond farewell." His eyes scanned the crowd searching for something. Then his eyes rested on Frodo and his next word seemed directed at him. "Goodbye." In an instant, Bilbo Baggins vanished and was never seen in Hobbiton again.
Working with three idiots is not what I'd call a good time. That's what happened in the case of me helping set up the party; while Sam tried to hold on to the ladder that Pippin was standing on to hang the banner, Merry pushed him for not hanging it straight. It all ended up in catastrophe, as always. I hadn't learned how to keep those three out of trouble. In fact, I don't think I've ever learned how to do that.
Of course, I don't think that would have happened if I had been paying more strict attention to the trio, instead of gazing off into the distance, wonder where the heck Frodo was. Not that they would have noticed me brooding, anyhow, as Pippin and Merry started up another fight later in the day when the sun was nearly down and everyone had started to arrive for the big bash. (A/N: I haven't shown that someone tells her Gandalf is in town, but she knows, ok?)
As the guests began to arrive, I scrambled into a nearby tree, hoping to catch sight of Frodo. Unfortunately, Bilbo had more than half the Shire invited and there were too many curly, dark-haired hobbits to decipher which one he was.
Suddenly I heard a voice call up to me. "What in the world are you doing up there?" Mortified, I looked down and felt relieved to know it was Folco Buffin, one of Frodo's friends, looking up at me with a beer in his hand.
"Ummm..." I said, gazing around at the crowd of hobbits who had just saw me and were staring. "I thought these branches looked a little, um, dry and I thought it was my duty to tell my brother. I just needed a closer look." Nervously, I jumped down and smiled oddly.
I could tell he didn't believe me. He grinned evilly, making my nerves even more nervous, if that was possible. "I heard you and Frodo were caught kissing in the meadow today." My eyes widened, and I thought, 'How did he know that?' He took a sip from his mug and I could tell he was enjoying teasing me.
People around who were starting to leave came back to hear where the conversation was going. "I...don't know what you're talking about. We were just reading; that's all." I heard titters from the crowd and saw eyes rolling in my direction."I'm sure you were," Folco said, not disguising the fact that he had fun tormenting me. "But I heard otherwise." He smiled as though we were discussing the weather. My face turned a dark shade of red and I tried to hurry past him, wanting nothing more than to wallow in peace.
He caught my arm. Quietly he whispered in my ear so that only I could hear him, "Be thankful your brother doesn't know yet. He might blow a gasket."
"Mr. Buffin, are you threatening me?" I hissed back, stepping away from him.
"That is the question, is it not?" As I stared at him confused, he trailed past me and left me there, not knowing if I could trust him or not.
"It was none of your business! Really!" I yelled after him desperately. He didn't acknowledge if he had heard me or not, which irked me so that I turned around in a huff and nearly tumbled over Frodo. "Oh!" I said, blushing at being so near to him. "I'm sorry Frodo!"
He laughed and my insides became goop. How could one person do this to me? "That's ok; I was trying to see what all the commotion was about."
I looked at him suspiciously. "How did you get in here without being bombarded by your relatives?"
"I came in the back way. It was a lot less crowded." His smile made me light headed and I laughed consciously. "You should see what your brother is doing." He added after a moment, as if that was the whole reason he came looking for me.
"Oh, no...what is it now?" Honestly I was sick of having to watch over him all the time, especially at public events. Well, it wasn't all the time; just whenever Rosie Cotton was around. He had it bad.
Frodo grabbed my hand and started to pull me toward the dancing in the middle of the party. "This has something to do with Rosie, doesn't it?" I called to him, but the crowd was getting noisier and it was harder to hear the people nearest to you.
He stopped and pointed at my hopeless brother. Sam was sitting at the bar (A/N: I didn't know what to call it-what do hobbits call that?) drinking ale. "That's his third one." Frodo told me.
My brain suddenly turned on. "What?! You know what happens to him when he drinks more than that!" It had actually only happened once. Sam was so depressed over Rosie dancing with another hobbit a couple years ago, he drunk himself into a stupor and poured water all over Bilbo instead of the plants the next day. I took him home and sobered him up, although it took him three days. Sam can't drink more than three ales or he's out for a week at most. For some reason, every time it had almost happened, Rosie Cotton has had something to do with it.
Since I was just standing there like an idiot, Frodo ran up to him and said, "C'mon Sam-ask Rosie for a dance!" He leaned back and gave me a wink. Although my face was bright red, I smiled and winked back.
Sam wasn't going to move. "I think I'll just have another ale." He reached for another, but Frodo was too quick for him.
"Oh, no you don't...!" He tore his arm away from the drink and flung him toward the dancers. Thankfully, Sam ended up in Rosie's arms by pure luck. Rosie didn't seem to mind and I thought I saw a little blush creep up onto her cheeks as she pulled Sam into the dance.
"Brilliant." I congratulated him. "I never knew you were that good a shot." I came up to him so he could hear me better. I swore the music was just getting louder and louder.
He looked me over. "Miss Gamgee-"
"Miriam." I quickly corrected him. "You don't have to call me that anymore. We're friends. Right?"
He laughed. "Of course. Why wouldn't we be?" I sighed inwardly, thinking it was a miracle. "So...Miriam," The instant he said my name my heart went ten times what it normally does. "Do you know how to dance?"
"Well..."
"I'll take that as a no. I'll teach you, though." I swear he could see my eyes light up at the thought of him teaching me anything.
"Really? Wow, that's so nice of you...I mean...no one's...never mind." I laughed with him and he took my hand again to lead me into the crowd.
It was even noisier in the mist of everyone, if that was even possible. He stopped walking and let go of my hand. "Watch this carefully." He instructed. I raised an eyebrow, but watched anyways. Suddenly he dipped down and did a frog-like move. (A/N: like you saw in the first film-don't deny it; it was extremely funny.) He jumped down, jumped back up, and waved his arms like a chicken in the process. My face contorted into the look of someone trying not to laugh, which was what I was doing. He stopped jumping and gave me a look. "What?"
"Nothing...You did a very...I thought it was..." My eyes watered from holding in my laughter. Suddenly I couldn't take it anymore. I doubled over and laughed until my stomach hurt. When my last laugh had been spent, I looked up hesitantly. Frodo was glaring at me.
I giggled nervously and ran a hand through my hair. "Sorry. I didn't..." He rolled his eyes at me in response, but he didn't smile. "Hold on..." I thought aloud. "You can't dance, either! That's why-" I stopped myself before I said something like; 'you dance horrifically.' By the look on his face, I knew I had caught him.
"Alright, I admit it." He said modestly and smiled again. "But I thought it was a pretty cool move. Wasn't it?" My face got that look again, but before I could burst out laughing, he said, "Never mind."
I caught a glimpse of Sam still twirling with Rosie and I smiled fondly at the pair. Frodo saw where I was looking and gazed at them, too. "Thanks for helping him tonight." I told him, trying to turn to face him without getting jostled by the other people dancing. "He's actually shy when it comes to her, although he doesn't look it."
"It was nothing." He leaned forward. Suddenly I remembered what Folco said when I spoke to him earlier. I had started to lean back a bit when there was a loud BOOM that shook the ground. We both looked up at the same time to find that someone had set off a huge firework that had been lodged in Gandalf's cart. It was the most majestic red and looked exactly like a dragon. Unfortunately for us, it was head straight for the party.
As I stood cowering in fear, Frodo set off running. I didn't notice and was confused when he wasn't there anymore. I heard shrieking and someone saying, "Dragon? Nonsense; there hasn't been a dragon here in a hundred years..." Then the firework passed over us, with everyone ducking so it wouldn't it them. It flew up and twirled before bursting into a thousand tiny fires. All the girls were sighing in joy at the sight.
Then, everything was back to normal again, although I had lost Frodo. Soon many people were running to the side and I realized that he was with his uncle. Bilbo, in fact was being persuaded to make a speech.
I walked over to the site and was pleased to find Merry and Pippin washing dishes, covered in soot. Ignoring the shouts of 'Speech!', I made a beeline for them and laughed at their faces.
"It's not that funny." Merry protested. Pippin nodded his head in agreement. I continued laughing at them all the same. Pippin scooped some soapy water into the cup he was washing and flung it at me.
"Hey!" I cried when the water splashed on me. My mouth had been open, and now it was filled with soap. "That wasn't necessary!"
"Yeah, well...I wasn't necessary to laugh at us, either." Pippin said. He was actually acting serious, which hardly ever happened. He continued washing dishes, making water splash everywhere because he was practically throwing the dishes into the tub.
"Are you mad?" I asked him, concerned. He looked at me and turned away.
"It was just a joke, Pip. And I didn't mean to get us in trouble; you know I didn't." Merry said, pleading to him. He thought he was mad about getting into trouble for the firework.
"That's not-" Pip was answering, but at that moment, Bilbo decided to start his speech.
"My dear Bagginses and Boffins...Tooks and Brandybucks..." After each family name was called, a huge roar would come up from the crowd. I turned around and stared at Bilbo, who had gotten on top of a table at the insistence of the others. In the front I spied Frodo. "...Grubbs, Chubbs...Hornblowers...Bolgers...Bracegirdles...and Proudfoots."
The Proudfoots, being very proud of their...err...feet, shouted at their name being called. One particular hobbit shouted, "Proudfeet!" The crowd laughed at him. Bilbo frowned and continued with his speech. "Today is my 111th birthday!" Everyone roared once more. "But, alas, eleventy-one years is far too short a time to live among such excellent and admirable hobbits. I don't know half of you half as well as I should like, and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve." A murmur went up from the congregation, all wondering what that was supposed to mean. From behind me, I heard laugher. I turned my head slightly and found Gandalf the Grey chuckling at Bilbo, as if it was a private joke between the two of them. Bilbo continued. "I, uh...have things to do." The mood of the affair suddenly changed. His voice was different, as if the tine had changed drastically. Quickly, so that no one could see, he reached into his small pocket and grabbed something, putting it behind his back. "I've put this off far too long." The air was quiet and nothing seemed to stir but his words. "I regret to announce this is the end! I'm going now. I bid you all a very fond farewell." His eyes scanned the crowd searching for something. Then his eyes rested on Frodo and his next word seemed directed at him. "Goodbye." In an instant, Bilbo Baggins vanished and was never seen in Hobbiton again.
Sorry this took so long to write this. I was extremely lazy, and to top it all off, my internet is messing up and won't let me on. Plus, I went and did some research for the speech and other things. (I needed to re-watch the movie anyways.) So, enjoy and the next chapter will be when they start to go to the Inn of the Prancing Pony. See you later!
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