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This is what would happen if I lived in the Shire:
They worked their way back down Bagshot Row and along the river until they found the fallen willow tree. But Frodo wouldn’t let her stop there, shaking his head and pulling her along with him. Up to this point, they had walked along in familiar silence, holding hands and enjoying the warm, summer air. Thick, gray clouds continued to lazily draw across the blue sky as if they, too, were in no hurry to go anywhere.
“Are we going someplace in particular?” Gilraen finally asked, still perfectly willing to follow where he led.
“Actually, yes,” said he, looking toward a sharp bend in the small stream. “There’s a quiet place where we can sit and talk or, perhaps, just watch the world go by.” His voice was serene and his gaze roamed over the countryside as if he were memorizing it.
The Water took a sharp turn and looped into a copse of tall, slender linden trees on their left. The wind whispered secrets among the coin-shaped leaves, making them seem to sparkle in the play of sun and cloud. Only a short way into the linden wood, they came out onto an open space of short, springy turf that ran down to the water’s edge. The little river looped back to the right again, leaving a bay-like pool at the apex of its first turn. The water seemed still, but occasional leaves slipped quickly downstream and disappeared. It became a pleasantly secluded space with trees at their back, to their left and beyond the little loop. To their right a long, steep bank rose from the river’s far edge to the fertile fields that opened out on the land above it. Only a bird on the wing could spy out their meeting place.
Frodo led the way to a tall, old oak tree that stood all by itself halfway between the water and wood almost exactly in the center of the lawn-like turf. It spread vast arms in a great circle of shade. Rocks and a few rather large boulders protruded from the turf here and there as if someone had found this a good place to get rid of stones that only made field-work difficult. Gilraen would have stopped to look at the scenery many times had Frodo not kept her hand tightly clasped in his and required her to follow. But he did not make her travel very far. In a moment her had found a flat-topped boulder that jutted out of the ground no more than six inches. It was strategically lodged between two large roots of the oak tree and was so close to the tree that it made an excellent seat. Unfortunately, it was a seat that was spacious for one, but rather small for two. Frodo seated himself and would have made room for Gilraen, but she was looking around as if enchanted. Leaning back against the oak, he watched her watching the world.
After a time, she stretched out her arms as if she could wrap the whole of what she saw in them and drew in a great, sighing breath of air. Tipping her head back, she filled her lungs with the sweet, fresh air again. With her arms still open, she twirled around slowly with her eyes closed, just breathing and listening. When she had turned back to the tree, she walked forward and placed her hands on its hard, rough bark. He watched, bemused, as she leaned into the tree, spreading her arms about it and resting her cheek against it. Of course, her arms hardly spanned a fifth of the trees girth, but the smile on her face as she closed her eyes and simply breathed and touched and listened was wide enough to take in all the meadow.
“You like it then?” he finally asked.
“Oh, Frodo, this is a glorious place,” she whispered as if she were praying. “Simply glorious. Exquisite. Enchanting. Absolutely perfect.” She opened her eyes and looked at him, positively glowing. With a childlike laugh, she stepped back from the tree and came around to stand before him.
Kneeling, she placed her hands on his knees and leaned forward to kiss him right and proper. Taken a bit off guard, his eyes widened in surprise; but he was almost instantly taking full advantage of a long, slow, sweet kiss. When she leaned back on her heels, she was as pink as new roses and her eyes shone like diamonds.
“Thank you for bringing me here,” she said. “It’s perfect.” With that she turned about and sat on the ground between his legs. Leaning back, she could rest her head against his shoulder and chest quite comfortably. She stretched her legs out before her and straightened her skirt.
“You’re quite welcome,” he whispered in her left ear, his lips just brushing it.
She giggled, scrunching and wriggling back into him at the tickle of his breath.
“Ah, yes, you are ticklish, aren’t you?” His lips pressed her cheekbone, but he did not seem to be in the mood to carry the tickling any further.
“It’s a curse,” she answered, tilting her head back, a bit to look at him. “And a dangerous one. More for you than me, you know.”
“And why is that?” He leaned back to get a better look at her face as she explained, seeming quite serious.
“Well, when I’m being tickled, I just can’t control where my elbows and knees and arms and legs and such may go. And they can do some serious damage with a sharp jerk here or there.” She had turned back to a more comfortable position and looked out over the Water. “I’m just letting you know so that you don’t blame me if you get hurt.”
“I seem to recall that exact thing happening to me just last night,” he commented, wrapping his left arm nonchalantly around her shoulder. “But it is very kind of you to remind me.” His right arm slipped around her just above her waist as he bent forward.
Without warning, he was nibbling on her ear as if she were corn on the cob. Shrieking wildly, she found that she was trapped and couldn’t get out of his grasp. Her feet flew in the air as she kicked, but Frodo had her right arm pinned to her side with his own right arm about her waist; and he managed to grab her left wrist as her hand flew up defensively. Now he was making his way down her neck, nibbling and kissing in a way that seemed to be driving her wild. She was still shrieking and laughing and struggling madly to get away.
“Frodo!” she screamed through torrents of screeching giggles. “Frodo, please, stop…STOP!! I give! I give!” Giggles gushed. “Uncle! Uncle!”
Suddenly, the nibbling stopped. Frodo sat back, still grasping her left wrist and now taking hold of her right wrist. He cocked his head at her as he wrapped her own arms around her. Resting his chin on her shoulder, he said, “Uncle? Whose uncle? Not Bilbo?”
“No,” she said, trying to catch her breath and only half-heartedly trying to get him to let her go. “It just means that I surrender. You win!”
“Now you’re making sense,” he admonished, taking a quick nip of her ear again. “When it comes to settling debts, I always win.” Then he placed a soft, warm kiss on her neck. “I believe that makes us even.”
“Even?!” She tried to sit up, but he still held her wrists firmly. Twisting around, she looked into his eyes.
“For this morning and the drenching you gave me,” he said, chuckling. When she tried to pull away with a rather irate look on her face, he just pulled her back so that she was leaning against him again. “Now, now. Don’t be angry. As I said, that makes us even. Let’s leave it at that and I promise not to tickle you any more…today.” And he let go of her wrists, pressing another kiss to her cheek
She wanted to be very angry. She intended to be righteously angry; but when she pulled away and turned around, he was smiling sweetly and his eyes implored her silently. Pursing her lips, she finally took a deep breath. Then, he tilted his head and raised his brows, looking so like a forlorn puppy that she caved in almost instantly.
“I am such a sucker for a pair of gorgeous eyes!” She seemed to be railing against herself rather than him. “OK. We’re even. Although I think you are ahead just a bit. You did give me a soaking this morning in return for the drenching.” She sat back on her legs, looking at him severely. “And here I thought that you brought me to this beautiful spot to talk and watch the world go by!”
“I did.” He offered his hand and she accepted it. “But I couldn’t pass up the opportunity when it presented itself, could I?”
“You are a rat, sir,” she vowed, barely containing a smile.
“As long as I’m your rat,” he mused in almost a whisper as he pulled her back to him.
sure ! 😄 Let me add a bit more onto my story too!
When in the shire id live in a cozy hobbit hole, the windows covered in flowers, garden filled with colorful fruits and vegetables, a little white gate surrounding my home. As for myself, I, Elenyë Willowtree (made up name from first post) would be have long golden curly locks that passed my shoulders, a pretty smile and brown eyes. Id love to visit my friends at the Green Dragon everyday and soon id get married to my best pal Merry Brandybuck (I know he gets married in the books.) and would have a daughter of our own named Ember Brandybuck.
Ya know what i oughta make a life story 😛 "Life in the shire"
oooooooooooooooooo, cool! 😄
i would DEFINITLY marry Frodo! 😄 it always bothered me that after they destroyed the ring, merry, pippin, and sam all had somebody to care for (i'm speaking of estella, diamond, and rosie) but frodo was all alone. he didn't really have a purpose in the end. 🙁 i would fix that in a jiffy! 🙂