Post by bacon on Sept 27, 2005 18:00:51 GMT -5
The Shire was glittering in a startling array of bright shades of white colors as Frodo Baggins, age 20, stepped outside his door. Small flakes fell from the sky, each with a calmness unknown to any as it softly found its way to the ground.
The snow was unexpected to say the least as the winter of 2988 was regarded as the hottest winter the Shire had ever seen. It felt more like summer than winter to the hobbits of Hobbiton and Bywater, and there were few fires lit, few hot chocolates made... until that morning.
Frodo rushed back inside to find his uncle Bilbo resting beside the fireplace, sound asleep. Frodo, being only 1'9, was hardly able to jump in his uncle's lap, but when he did, the poor ole hobbit's eyes opened in a fury, wide as the Great Hill. When Uncle Bilbo saw his nephew, he laughed.
"What's the bustle about, Frodo?"
"Uncle... it's snowing outside!" he shouted in his squeaky, hobbit-child voice.
"What? Nooo.. that's not probable-"
Bilbo looked out the window of his study.
"Well, by George..."
"May I go outside, Uncle?"
"Well.... oh... very well, child... run along."
Without saying a mere word, Frodo darted outside, rushing towards the Green Dragon Inn, where perhaps he could find a friend or two to join him.
The snow was unexpected to say the least as the winter of 2988 was regarded as the hottest winter the Shire had ever seen. It felt more like summer than winter to the hobbits of Hobbiton and Bywater, and there were few fires lit, few hot chocolates made... until that morning.
Frodo rushed back inside to find his uncle Bilbo resting beside the fireplace, sound asleep. Frodo, being only 1'9, was hardly able to jump in his uncle's lap, but when he did, the poor ole hobbit's eyes opened in a fury, wide as the Great Hill. When Uncle Bilbo saw his nephew, he laughed.
"What's the bustle about, Frodo?"
"Uncle... it's snowing outside!" he shouted in his squeaky, hobbit-child voice.
"What? Nooo.. that's not probable-"
Bilbo looked out the window of his study.
"Well, by George..."
"May I go outside, Uncle?"
"Well.... oh... very well, child... run along."
Without saying a mere word, Frodo darted outside, rushing towards the Green Dragon Inn, where perhaps he could find a friend or two to join him.
