Rebuilding the King.

Chapter one: The beginning

Elayna's POV.
Frodo and I are sitting beneath a tree, he is reading a book and I am making daisy chains. It has been four agonising days since I found out that I am a freak of nature. Frodo knows something is up but he isn't pushing me into speaking. He and I have an agreement,if it something he needs to know I'll tell him and vice versa. Suddenly, I hear someone singing and look up. I see Frodo smile as he understands who it is. Gandalf is humming and singing Dads favourite song;
Down from the door where it began
And I must follow if I can
The road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began
Now far ahead the road has gone
And I must follow if I can

Frodo gets up and runs towards the grassy road and comes to a halt, crossing his arms. I get up slowly and follow him. Frodo is nearly five foot tall, which is very tell for a hobbit. However I am five feet six inches, which is average I guess I haven't really met other humans except for the odd occasion that I accompanied Bilbo to Bree. Frodo and I were a complete contradiction, he had brown curly hair to my straight blonde hair and the both of us have bright blue eyes. Just as I reached Frodo he addressed Gandalf. "You're late," he said and I giggled . Gandalf, however, stopped the carriage. His face can barely be seen under his big, pointed floppy hat and he slowly turns to look at Frodo and I. "A wizard is never late, Frodo Baggins. Nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to," Gandalf teased. I laugh and reply; "Which, by the way, just so happens to be late, the party is this evening". Gandalf laughed along with Frodo and I as he held out his hand and helped me cross from the bank to his cart, with Frodo jumping across behind me. "You snuck out early again Elayna?" Gandalf guessed. I blush and nod my head. I am wearing a green long sleeved tunic with a hood, black trousers and my brown leather boots. If Dad was awake when I left this morning he would have made me put on a dress. How, I despise that I have to wear one for the party tonight.

"It's wonderful to see you Gandalf!" I say as I rest my head on his shoulder and I see Frodo and he exchange a concerned look. "You didn't think I'd miss Bilbos part now did you?" he asked me softly. I shook my head and with that he started the cart again. Frodo and I sit beside Gandalf in the carriage as we drive through Hobbiton. Gandalf starts smoking his pipe. "So, how is the old rascal? I hear its going to be a party of special magnificence," Gandalf remarks. "You know Bilbo. He's got the whole place in an uproar," Frodo replies. Gandalf chuckles as he says, "Well, that should please him". "Half the Shire's been invited. And the rest of them are turning up anyway," I laugh softly as I say this. Both Frodo and Gandalf  laugh at this as we pass the Hobbits hard at work in the fields. We cross over a small stone bridge over a stream and into the little town square, making our way towards Bag End. We pass through the little town of Hobbiton and observe the other Hobbits while doing so. "To tell you the truth, Bilbo's been a bit odd lately. I mean, more than usual," Frodo starts, and I can see him looking at me as if I was in on a conspiracy with Bilbo. I look over to Gandalf who listens intentively, his face looking concerned and full of thought. Frodo sighed deeply before continuing, "He's taken to locking himself in his study. He spends hours and hours pouring over old maps when he thinks I'm not looking". "He's up to something," I say quietly.mGandalf grunts and gives us a sideways glance. Frodo and I  look back at him, waiting for him to answer. Gandalf just looks away looking as if he didn't know anything. I sigh. "All right, then. Keep your secrets," Frodo says. "What?" Gandalf questions, sounding amused. "But I know you have something to do with it," Frodo declared. "Good gracious me," Gandalf almost sounded innocent but his face gave him away, he was trying too hard to appear innocent.

"Before you came along, we Bagginses were very well thought of," Frodo said. "Indeed," Gandalf sounded incredulous. "Never had any adventures or did anything unexpected," Frodo continued explaining. "If you're referring to the incident with the dragon, I was barely involved. All I did was give your uncle a little nudge out of the door," Gandalf defended himself and I scoffed. We all knew the full story. "Whatever you did, you've been officially labeled a disturber of the peace," I added, having heard this being said many times after Gandalf's name was mentioned. "Oh, really?" Gandalf sounded as I he didn't have a care in the world. We drove past a hobbit hole with a grumpy Mr. Proudfoot working in the garden. He looks at Gandalf, turning even more grumpy. Hobbit children run after the carriage as soon as they spot it. I know they are looking for the fireworks and I doubt Gandalf will disappoint. "Gandalf! Gandalf!" they cry as the run down the grass hill towards us. "Fireworks, Gandalf! Gandalf! Fireworks, Gandalf!" the cry out in excitement. They look at him in disappointment as he drives along, pretending not to notice them and Frodo and I exchange a knowing glance. "Awwwww," the poor little things sound so sad.