AN: This whole attempt can be blamed upon my listening to the Lord of the Rings soundtrack one time too many and having no social life to speak of. I'm trying to base most of this on the movie script. Enjoy.
Interloper of the Nicest Sort
"Mr. Frodo?" Sam's voice sounded a bit panicked as he crashed about through the corn fields. "Frodo!" When he finally caught sight of his charge, a wave of relief washed over his features. "I thought I'd lost you."
Frodo turned to face one of his oldest friends. "What are you talking about?" Sam grimaced but there was a determined gleam in his eye.
"It's just sumpthin' that Gandalf said..."
"What did he say?"
"Don't you lose him, Samwise Gamgee, and I don't mean to." Sam seemed to grow in size as his responsibilities were revealed. Frodo smiled.
"Sam, we're still in the Shire - what could possibly happen..." The words were lost as three bodies came dashing out of the corn to bowl both Frodo and Sam over.
"Frodo," exclaimed a familiar voice from on top of the pile. "Merry, it's Frodo Baggins!"
"Hullo, Frodo," came a cheerful, if slightly muffled voice from somewhere in the middle of the pile of arms and legs. "Oy, Pippin! You'd best be getting off of Miss Ivy's chest before she sticks those carrots somewhere dark!" Frodo had just enough time to wonder who Miss Ivy was before Sam was up and hauling the others off of him.
"You've been into Farmer Maggot's fields again! Just what…" Sam's voice trailed off as he took full stock of the three tacklers. "By the Shire, what are you fools doing running with a lady and a human to boot!"
"Not much of a lady," Merry snorted, but Miss Ivy thumped the back of his head causing the others to smile. She was wearing buckskin trousers.
"These two fine gentlemen, (everyone's eyebrows arose at the description, even the said gentlemen) have agreed to guide me through these unfamiliar lands," she said with a deeper voice than the hobbits had expected. Not deep like a man's but it had a huskiness that made Frodo think of the fiery spirits his Uncle would sometimes drink when the weather grew colder. Further pondering was destroyed when Farmer's Maggot's voice reached them as he trailed the vegetable thieves. Prudently, the group hurried along out of the corn fields. Merry and Pippin were trying to explain the Farmer's overreaction to their tasting of his crops, what with the cabbages, the potatoes, and the mushrooms they'd 'sampled' when they reached the edge of a minor cliff that marked the end of the Maggot holdings. Sam, his attention of the approaching farmer walked straight into Miss Ivy's back, who then hit the two fine gentlemen, who tumbled into Frodo sending the whole group over the ground's edge ass over kettle.
"Ooh, that was close," Pippin sighed.
"I think I've broken something," groaned Merry.
"Trust a Brandybuck and a Took," Sam grumbled.
"I think I ripped my pants." This was from a miffed sounding Miss Ivy. The conversation continued on in that sort of vein until Miss Ivy looked over towards where Frodo stood facing the roadway. "What is it," she whispered. For a moment, she thought that he hadn't heard her, but his eyes snapped towards her to pin her with his strange blue gaze.
"I think we should get off the road." His strange intensity combined with those otherworldly blue eyes was enough of a prod to have the entire group scrambling down to hide beneath some tree roots. A moment later when a cold thrill of dread washed over them all, they were grateful that they'd moved so quickly. Terrified at whatever creature of darkness had come to roost upon the ground just over their heads, the five held completely still despite the sudden flood of insects that came pouring out of the dead wood around them. Sam kept his eyes upon his charge, watching as Frodo turned paler with each passing second.
When Frodo reached for the Ring which hung about his neck he was doubly shocked when both Sam and Miss Ivy held out their hands to stop him. Frodo was grateful to Sam, but when his eyes turned the question to Miss Ivy, she just shook her head and nodded towards Merry. The imp of a hobbit chunked something out in to the brush and the dark creature raced off to follow the sound.
AN: How's that for a first chapter? I'm hoping to blend my character in without her becoming an all seeing/ all knowing Mary Sue. Give me a few more chances before you set your hearts against me. Until next time!