Disclaimer: I don’t own Frodo, Bilbo or any of the hobbits. I am just writing this for fun.

Frodo Baggins: The Early Years

Chapter 1

“Frodo, dear it is time to wake up!” a woman’s voice called.

The aforementioned hobbit boy groaned and pulled his blankets up over his head, just hoping to catch a few more minutes of shut eye.

Frodo Baggins was pretty average for a young hobbit living in the Shire. He lived with his parents Drogo and Primula in the midst of the busy and bustling Brandy Hall. Already at just 12 years old, Frodo had a perfect balance of common sense and intelligence. Frodo also had a huge imagination, which his parents partially blamed it on his cousin Bilbo, who always told incredible stories of dragons, trolls and elves at the family get togethers.

“Frodo Baggins! Get up now, or you won’t be able to go to the party tonight!”

Even if his mother’s threat didn’t sound serious, Frodo wasn’t willing to risk missing the Harvest Fest, Buckland’s big fall party that was to happen that very night. Primula had to laugh seeing the way her son jumped out of bed and ran around trying to get ready, Frodo could always make her smile. Primula moved on from Frodo’s room to the little kitchen, where she was finishing the preparations for breakfast. All the families at Brandy Hall had their own little kitchen, living room, and bedrooms, and like usual the Baggins family always ate their first breakfast together in their kitchen, rather than in the big dining room.

As Primula was stirring the oatmeal, all of a sudden she felt arms circle her waist. Smiling Primula turned her head and gave her husband a quick kiss. “Good morning Drogo,” said Primula. “Likewise, love,” replied Drogo. Primula smiled and then shared another kiss with her beloved.

“Good morning,” said Frodo entering the kitchen. Drogo walked over to his son and gave him a hug. “How are you today Frodo lad? Ready for the party?” Drogo said. “I can’t wait!” said Frodo excitedly. “Is Uncle Bilbo going to be there?”

Drogo laughed. His son always seemed to have a deep love and big soft spot for his cousin, who he had always called “uncle.” “I think he is going to be there, just don’t get your hopes up. Its quite a trip from Hobbiton to Buckland,” said Drogo glancing in his son’s big blue eyes. “I know, I just hope he can come. Bilbo tells the best stories,” Frodo said. “I see. What do I do best?” Drogo admonished, before answering himself. “Wait, I know. Tickling!” And with that Drogo pounced on his son and begun tickling him mercilessly. Frodo laughed and giggled and when he finally had enough, Drogo stopped. Then Frodo ran up to him and gave hima big hug. “I love you daddy,” said Frodo looking up at his father with his big soulful eyes. Drogo smiled back and could feel the tears about to fall; he reached down and gave Frodo a big hug. “I love you too, always and forever my son.”

Primula had just finished setting the food on the table and was about to call her family when she saw the scene between father and son. After Drogo’s final statement, Primula walked up to embrace then both and for awhile the family stood together hugging each other and just enjoying each other’s presence. Once the finally broke apart, Primula kneeled down to look in Frodo’s right. “We will never stop caring and loving you Frodo.” Frodo smiled back, “I know, I love you mom.” They hugged again. “Now we best eat this meal before either it get’s cold, or your father eats it all,” said Primula as she noticed Drogo was now chowing down. They laughed.

AN:Well there is the start of my first story on COE, I really hope you guys like it.