Frodo was taking a nap under the shade of the party one beautiful summer afternoon. He took a deep breath and took in the fresh Shire air. Suddenly, his stomach growled. Smiling, he decided it was time for lunch, and he stood and began walking towards Bag End.

As he approached the door, he heard laughter. He turned around to find the source of the sweet noise. He saw Sam and Rosie and a hobbit that he had never laid eyes on before. She blond curly hair that came down to the middle of her back. Frodo could see her green eyes twinkling from where he stood on the step in front of the big round door. He could barely bring himself to take his eyes off of her. “Who is she?” Frodo thought. “I’ve never seen her before. Where could she have come from?” Sam’s voice brought him out of his thoughts. “Mister Frodo!” he called. “Come here! There’s someone I’d like you to meet!” Frodo never took his eyes off of the mysterious hobbit as he made his way to the gate where they stood. “Mister Frodo, I’d like you to meet Daisy Burrows. She’s just returned today from staying with her grandparents in their cabin along the banks of the Brandywine.” Daisy curtsied politely. “Lovely to meet you Miss Daisy,” Frodo said as he bowed. His palms were getting sweaty as he held them behind his back. “The pleasure’s all mine,” Daisy said with a smile. Sam went on to say how Rosie and Daisy had known each other since they were children and how Daisy was going to be staying with some of her cousins here in Hobbiton until she could find a house of her own. Frodo barley heard a word of what he was saying. He was too busy admiring Daisy. “Well, I had better be getting home. My cousins will be worrying about me,” Daisy said. Frodo was brought out of his thoughts again at the sound of her voice. It was soft and rich like velvet, he thought. She hugged Rosie good-bye, waved to Sam and Frodo, and she started off down the road. Rosie headed towards Bag End to begin making lunch. Sam and Frodo were left alone in the yard. “Well, what did you think of her?” Sam said, nudging Frodo with his elbow. “Who?” Frodo said turning to Sam quickly. “Daisy!” Sam laughed. “Well…I…she seems…nice,” Frodo stammered. Sam gave him a playful smirk. “I saw how you were looking at her, Frodo,” Sam said nudging Frodo again. “Oh, Sam! I wasn’t looking at her! I think you’ve been out in the summer sun too long!” Frodo said a bit defensively. “Whatever you say,” Sam said turning toward the house. Frodo stayed standing in the road. “Was I looking at her? Oh, she’s just a girl!” Frodo thought. He wiped his moist palms on his shirt and followed Sam.

That night, Frodo didn’t get very much sleep. He stared into the inky blackness that surrounded him. “Alright, Frodo, get a hold of yourself. Just close your eyes, and drift off like you always do,” he thought. “What in the world is causing me to not sleep?” he wondered. After a great deal of difficulty, he finally drifted off.

The next morning, Frodo was awakened by the same laughter he had heard the day before as he was about to enter Bag End. He peeked around the corner into the kitchen where he saw Rosie and Daisy and Elanor. He had overheard Rosie talking to Sam about she and Daisy taking Elanor to the market that day. He stood there and watched them getting ready to leave. Daisy was holding Elanor. She was swinging her around and laughing. Elanor was giggling and cooing and waving her tiny arms in excitement. “Oh, Rose! I think she’s one of the most beautiful babies I have ever laid eyes on!” Daisy laughed as she swung Elanor again. Rosie chuckled and continued to pack a picnic basket with snacks and things that Elanor might need later on that day. Frodo sunk further back into the shadows to avoid being seen. He wanted nothing more then to go out and speak to them, but his feet felt as though they were cemented to the floor. His heart began to flutter, and his stomach filled up with butterflies. As they started walking towards the door, Frodo jumped back into his bedroom. “Sam! We’re leaving!” Rosie called. Sam came out of his room and gave his wife and baby daughter a good bye kiss. Sam watched them walk down the steps and out onto the road. He nearly ran into Frodo as he came back inside. It turned out that Frodo had been watching them too, over Sam’s shoulder. “Sorry!” Frodo said as Sam tripped over him. “Mister Frodo…” Sam began, but Frodo interrupted. “I was just…uh…looking for something,” he lied. He slunk back to his room and flopped down on his bed. Something was certainly different about the way he had been feeling lately, but he just could not put his finger on what it was. He had noticed that he began feeling funny whenever Daisy was around, but what could she be doing that stirred him up so much? Deciding that it was probably just his lack of sleep that was making him act so strange, he lay down and took a little nap.
The little nap that Frodo decided to take turned into an all day, and night, affair. He hadn’t planned to sleep nearly as long as he did, but in the morning his mind was cleared and he felt better than he had. He dressed and went to greet Sam and Rosie in the kitchen. After eating a breakfast that was large even in the eyes of a hobbit, Frodo decided to go for a walk. As he was strolling down the road, whom should he see, but none other than Daisy Burrows. Her eyes were shining even brighter than the day before, Frodo thought. His heart began to beat a bit faster, and he felt weak. He looked around for a place to hide from her, but it was too late. She smiled and waved and ran up to him. “Good morning, Frodo!” she sang. “Good morning,” Frodo said, his voice wavering. “I’ve forgotten how beautiful Hobbiton is this time of year,” she sighed. Frodo nodded. “Say something you fool!” the voice inside his head screamed. “W-where are you off t-to?” he finally squeaked. “Oh, nowhere special. Yourself?” she asked. “Nowhere special too. I’m just out for a morning walk,” Frodo replied. “Would you mind if I joined you on your walk?” Daisy asked. Frodo looked at her. She flipped one of her loose blond curls behind her ear. “She wants to walk with me?” Frodo thought. He was extraordinarily tense and he thought a strong breeze might cause him to fall. “Those eyes. I’ve never seen a set like them. She’s so pretty,” he thought. “Well, I don’t see any harm in it,” Frodo said. She smiled happily and they set off down the road. She talked about her family and her grandparent’s cabin and some other random thoughts that would pop into her head. “You’re being awfully quiet!” she joked to Frodo. “So what about your family, Frodo?” she asked. Most hobbits knew the fate of Frodo’s parents. He had never been confronted with the question before. He looked at her for a moment. She looked back at him gently. He couldn’t refuse those eyes. “My parents drowned in an accident on the Brandywine,” he said solemnly. She gasped. “Oh dear! I’m terribly sorry!” she said. She put her hand on his arm. Frodo’s heart skipped at least three beats. “It happened so long ago,” he said. “That’s why I was sent to live with my Uncle Bilbo. He’s in Rivendell with the elves,” he told her. After that, he felt much more comfortable talking to her. So the two of them spent the day walking about the Shire, talking and laughing like they had known each other all of their lives. As the sun was setting, they had made their way back to Bag End. “Daisy,” Frodo began. “I’d just like to tell you that I had a wonderful time with you today.” “I did too, Frodo. I hope we can do this again sometime,” Daisy smiled. The two stood silently for a moment, just looking at each other. Then they shared a simultaneous “good night”, and Daisy started off for her house.

Frodo slipped inside the door. He found himself to be trembling. His heart was beating the fastest that it had for a long time and his palms were clammy again. “What on earth has come over me?” he thought. His mind was racing. He went into the kitchen and made himself a cup of tea to try and calm his nerves. But the tea calmed him so much; he fell asleep right at the table.

Sam shook Frodo awake. “Mister Frodo! Are you alright?” Sam asked. Frodo rubbed his eyes and sat up. “I think so,” he said groggily. “Why are you at the table?” Sam said giving Frodo a puzzled look. “I must have drifted off here after I got home from my walk with…” Frodo paused. Why couldn’t he speak? His mind began racing again. “Frodo, is there anything you want to talk to me about?” Sam asked taking a seat. Frodo rubbed his temples. “I don’t know,” Frodo whispered. “I feel so confused.” This time, a good night’s sleep had not caused Frodo’s strange feelings to fade, and this troubled him greatly. Sam stared into Frodo’s perplexed face. Frodo stared back. He knew Sam would be able to help him if he could just find the words to express what he felt. Sam decided that he would break the silence and maybe help Frodo to get his mind off what was troubling him. “So, how was your walk with Daisy?” he asked. Frodo suddenly sat bolt upright. His eyes widened. Butterflies invaded his stomach, and of course, his palms began to get clammy again. Suddenly, all of Sam’s questions were answered, just by the look on Frodo’s face. “Ah-ha,” Sam said nodding. “What?” Frodo asked shakily. “I think I know exactly what’s wrong with you,” Sam smiled. “What? What is it? Tell me!” Frodo demanded. “First of all, you tell me something,” Sam said. “Anything!” Frodo said as he leaned in closer to Sam. “How do you feel when you’re around…Daisy?” Sam asked. Frodo got even more tense. His hands were practically dripping with sweat. “Uh…” he mumbled. “Well…Sam I…um…” The words were caught in the back of his throat. He sighed with frustration. “Every time I see her I feel like I want to run away, yet all I want to do is talk to her. Last night after our walk, I was shaking like a leaf! I can hardly look at her without my knees wanting to give out, and look!” Frodo presented his hands to Sam. They were slimy with perspiration. Sam nodded thoughtfully. “Do you know what it is?” Frodo asked desperately. “I think I just may Mister Frodo,” Sam replied. Frodo listened intently to what his friend was about to say. “Mister Frodo,” Sam began. “I believe you’re in love.” Frodo stared into Sam’s face. “In love?” Frodo asked. Sam nodded again. “What you told me was exactly the way I felt went I first laid eyes on Rosie,” Sam said as he tipped back in his chair. “In love?” Frodo repeated. “Sounds that way to me!” Sam chuckled. Frodo cradled his forehead in his hands. “I’ve never been in love before,” he whispered. “I mean, I’ve always noticed other hobbit lasses looking at me, but I’ve never paid much attention to them! What makes Daisy so different?” Frodo asked. Sam shrugged and said, “She must just have that ‘special something’ you’ve been looking for.” Frodo pondered this for a moment, then he jumped out of his chair like he was on fire. “I’ve got to see her again!” he announced. He bounded off to his room to put on his best clothes. Sam followed him. “What are you going to do?” Sam asked. Frodo paused. “I don’t know. It has to be something very special though,” he decided. “I want her to know that I feel this way, yet I don’t want to come right out and say it. You know what I mean, right Sam?” Frodo asked as he buttoned his shirt. He held out his arms so Sam could examine his attire and make any suggestions if needed. “Well,” Sam began. “Whatever it is that you decide to do with her, Mister Frodo, I would make sure that your fly is buttoned up before you do it!” Frodo looked down and blushed. “Good thinking,” he said sheepishly. He buttoned himself and rushed to the front door.

Frodo decided that he would take Daisy to the spot he used to go as a child when he needed to be alone. There was a hilltop about one mile out of Hobbiton that was perfect for being alone with your thoughts, or the beautiful lass you wanted to impress. He remembered the nights that he would sneak out of his bedroom window and run to that hilltop. He would sit there for hours and just gaze up at the myriad of stars that shone above him. Bilbo never found out about the hill, and Frodo was sure that nobody else knew about it either, not even Sam. When the sun was just beginning to slip behind the horizon, Frodo knocked softly on Daisy’s door. A hobbit, slightly taller than Frodo answered the door. “He must be one of Daisy’s cousins,” Frodo thought. “Is Miss Daisy in?” Frodo asked timidly. The hobbit eyed him suspiciously before calling “Daisy! You’ve got company!” Daisy shoved her way into the doorway. “Frodo? What are you doing here?” she smiled. Frodo was happy to see that she was surprised, yet delighted to see him. “Well, I was wondering, if you weren’t doing anything, maybe you would like to take a little walk with me,” he said as he stared down at his feet. Before Frodo could say another word, she had snatched her cloak off of the peg by the door, called out a quick, “I’ll be back later!”, and stood waiting for Frodo to lead the way. Frodo smiled warmly at her and offered her his elbow. She took it and they started walking.

“Oh Frodo! I’ve never seen so many stars!” Daisy sighed. “They are beautiful, aren’t they?” Frodo replied. It took all of Frodo’s strength not to say, “but nothing is as beautiful as you.” They were lying on their backs and staring up into the night sky. “How did you find this hill?” Daisy asked. “I honestly don’t remember,” Frodo replied. Frodo could hardly contain himself. “I’ve just got to tell her the way I feel or else I’m going to explode!” he thought. Taking a deep breath, he decided that it was now, or never. He sat up and took Daisy’s hand. She sat up as well. He turned to look deep into her eyes which sent a rush through his veins. He took both of her hands and squeezed them. “Daisy,” he began. “I know we haven’t known each other very long, but there’s something I’ve just got to tell you.” “What is it?” she asked. Frodo took in a shaky breath. He was surprised that Daisy didn’t yank her hands away. His hands were completely drenched. His heart was beating so fast that he thought he wouldn’t be able to continue what he was about to say. But he managed to compose himself and go on. “Ever since the first day I laid eyes on you, I’ve thought you were the most beautiful hobbit in the entire world.” Daisy blushed as Frodo went on. “Each time I see you, my knees get weak and I feel like I’m going to faint. And… well…my palms go all sweaty too,” he blushed. Daisy nodded and looked down at her hands which were still locked in Frodo’s. “I’ve never felt this way about anyone before, and…well Daisy what I’m trying to say is…I…love you.” Daisy’s eyes sparkled as she gazed back at Frodo. A beautiful smile spread across her face. “Frodo, nobody’s ever said that to me before!” she sighed. “Really?” Frodo said. “I’m so glad you did because…I love you too!” she sighed. Something came over Frodo at that moment, and he pulled Daisy in closer to him. He pressed his lips onto hers and the two shared their first kiss. The passion that the two felt at that moment was incredible. When they finally parted, they smiled sweetly at each other. Without saying anything else, Frodo began to walk Daisy home.
They arrived at the door step, and Frodo gave Daisy one more kiss. “When can I see you again?” she asked. “Anytime you want,” Frodo replied with a dreamy tone to his voice. “Sleep well my precious flower,” Frodo smiled. Daisy grinned and blew him a kiss as she slipped inside. Frodo stood on her doorstep for a moment before the adrenaline took its full affect. He sprinted all the way back to Bag End to tell Sam the good news.