"Imagine Frodo, Sam, Merry, and Pippin all fighting over who dances with you first on Bilbo’s birthday."
kilithekawaii || imagine
You picked up your book, and hid your face into it. You only wished to avoid your mother, who was insisting you all go to Mr. Bilbo’s birthday party. It wasn’t that you didn’t like him, not at all. Quite unlike others in the Shire, you actually liked him a lot; more after he came back with Gandalf from that little adventure. You were very young, and much shorter than you already are, however the stories he told of trolls and goblins and dragons and elves was like something out of a story book. Nevertheless, you didn’t want to show up and just sit alone all night. You had decided to hide in the bushes, just underneath one of the windows of your house. Although you hadn’t hidden there in years, and you were getting a tad too big for it, it would have to do.
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