Disclaimer: The original canon characters all belong to Mr. Tolkien. They are too many for me to list them all here, but if you have clicked on this story, then you are a Lord of the Rings fan, so you will be familiar with them as they appear. The story is an alternate universe (AU) fiction, meaning that it will not follow the original plot of the books/movies. Personally, I have always found that exploring the what-ifs opens the door to more possibilities and creativity. Now, my own creation and contribution are the original characters that appear in this story, namely Allie and her family, and the wolves. However, as you read on, you will see that everything and everyone will be entwined together in a single story that, hopefully, will bring you along on an enjoyable ride.

Warning: There are touchy subjects such as child abuse, bullying, and violence in fight scenes, but those themes are only small passages in the grand scheme of the story (at least so far, since I haven't finished the story yet). But no, seriously, it will mostly be rated T.

Now that all that stuff is out of the way, let's begin!


Now halt your minds

and listen to their cry

From Northern alters

formed of snow and ice,

Beneath celestial curtains

in their sky,

The wolves give evensong

of sacrifice.

(John Hubbard Bidwell)


The first time Frodo Baggins met Allie Brandybuck, he was ten years old. However, following that meeting, he would not remember for a long, very long time, that it was then that he had seen her for the first time. It was a hot mid-summer evening, and he was half asleep on his father's back, his head lying down against his father's shoulder blades as the latter walked at a steady pace on the road towards Buck Hill. His mother was walking alongside them, with one hand on her husband's arm, and the other carrying a basket of groceries.

Frodo was tired from playing in the fields all day, and now he was too sleepy to eat the apple that he clenched in his small hand.

Drogo and Primula conversed quietly, their voices mingling with the buzzing bees and chirping acacias on the side of the road and among the trees. The setting sun projected its last rays of warmth on Frodo's back and head, and he felt slumber edging closer and closer as he unconsciously counted the thumping steps that his father's feet produced on the dirt paved country road.

One, two. One, two.

His hand relaxed and the uneaten apple slid from his weak grasp to fall onto the road.

Drogo let out an "oh!" of surprise as he heard the thumping sound and saw the apple rolling down the hill.

Primula was about to go chasing after it, when the course of the apple was intercepted by a small foot.

A young hobbit girl picked it up from the ground and stood there watching the two adults and the sleeping boy. She seemed uncertain about what to do for a second, before walking up the hill to meet Drogo half way.

"You dropped this?" She asked quietly while extending the fruit to Drogo. The latter took it and smiled down at her warmly, before petting her hair and thanking her.

Frodo sleepily cracked his eyes open and managed to make out a mass of curly blonde hair.

Drogo shifted Frodo's weight on his back, and inserted the apple back into his hand. "Be careful with it, son."

The young hobbit blinked the sleep out of his eyes and nodded. Through his half blurry vision, he saw the young girl lifting her face to look at him, but because the sun was in her eyes, she raised an arm to her forehead as a shield.

Frodo smiled.

"Hello," he said.

The young girl tried to make out his face, but all she saw was the red light of the sun. "Hello," she replied.

And then she was gone, running back down the hill, towards the sound of thundering hooves and the creaking of a cart.