What can I say to you, my dear friends? I do know that you would have been privileged to meet her. She was the bravest of us all. Even Frodo could not match her bravery. So young. So bold. So Strong. She was the only Hobbit in the whole shire whom had the name of an elf. I will give you knowledge of her life before the quest. Having the elvish name for Rainbow, Ninniach Gamgee was different than all the other Hobbit Girls in The Shire. In every sense but the fact that she was a normal hobbit height, was she different. Ninniach, or often shortened to Ninni, had no hair on her feet, and they were not nearly as large as her other fellow Hobbits. She, instead of having a normal head of short and curly golden or brown, her hair was long, and white golden. She often wore her unique colored hair with braids in it. Most Hobbits had Blue, Brown, or Green eyes. Ninni had striking white-blue eyes. Most hobbits skin were an tanner shade of ivory, but her's was so very fair, that looked like it would be cold at the touch. Ninni had a hankering for mischief, she longed to do boy things. Though people longed for her to behave, it would have been a shame to tame her completely. Such a spirited girl she was. No one ever really should have qualified her as a bad girl. She was partly behaved, just wishing to go somewhere else. That's what she wanted. Was to go somewhere else. Ninni was a dreamer. Dreams she had, every night while she slept or looked to the sky on a blue, cloudless Sunday morning. She read more and more as she grew. She became very intelligent, with also helped her with her mischief.
Ninni warred with herself in the short weeks leading up to the journey. She had just entered her twenties, a time when she was expected to settle down with a young man. Ninni was favored upon by every male hobbit that did not have a spouse, and even some that already did. She was proposed marriage by several times a month, at least once a week. Mostly by a young hobbit by the name of Robin Sackville. Robin was in love with idea of loving the most beautiful girls in the shire, not in love with Ninni herself. Ninni's parents pressured her to accept the proposal, but she refused. She always said someone was out there waiting for her. Ninni felt someone's presence with her always. Poor young Ninni was suffering on the inside, and it became even worse during the quest, when she realized what had been keeping her from accepting... this made her stronger though.
But focusing on happier things, my dear friends, and this would be the last time I saw her for the first time in a long time, on the eve of Bilbo Baggins's birthday. The Twenty-Second of September, in the year 1400. Yes, a very long time ago indeed... and on to the tale of my dear Ninni.
"Ninniach, dear, could you hand me that trowel?" My brother broke me from my trance. It happened a lot. Whenever I was lost in a good story, I pictured everything happening in my mind. Right down to a bead of sweat on a minor characters forehead.
"I'm sorry Sam, what did you say?" I asked my brother, missing what he had asked me for.
"The trowel, please, Ninni." He asked again, chuckling softly.
"Oh, sure." I handed it to him. I always sat with Sam when he gardened, it's always been one of my favorite things.
"If you're bored, Ninni, you can go find Pippin and Merry, or something." Sam suggested, seeing my solemn face.
My eyes brightened at the very sound of my best friends' names, and they darkened again.
"I'm supposed to behave, Sam." I sighed.
"Ninniach Ebony Gamgee, if you ever change your ways, I will lock you in the basement until you're yourself again. Who would you be if you weren't naughty? Just another girl. Who would you be if you didn't love mischeif with Merry and Pippin so much?"
"Married to Robin." I snorted, and started laughing.
Sam laughed along with me, and told me to, again, run along. I hopped up off the ground, and put my book in my bag, and headed off. It was a bright, sunny day. The sky was a perfect, cloudless blue, and it was also the day of my 'adopted uncle' Bilbo's birthday party. His 111th birthday. I envied Bilbo's life. His memories. His adventures. I longed so much to travel around middle earth. Moreso with Pippin and Merry. I'd day dream most of the day about traveling to every place in middle earth with my best friends.
It wasn't hard to find the two, well, I didn't find them... they jumped out of the bushes and made me scream bloody murder.
I pushed Pippin back. "That's not funny!"
"I found it slightly hilarious." said Pippin, giving me a confident smirk.
Both he and Merry grabbed either one of my hands and dragged me along with them.
"So tonight, Gandalf will have fireworks, and a lot of them. Pip and I were discussing it, and we want to light off the biggest one. We know Gandalf wont let us go anywhere near the magical fireworks, so we need to be sneaky, and we need you to-"
I cut Merry off. "No, no, no." I stopped dead and slid my hands out of theirs. "I want NO part in your folly, you two. I'll have fun with you tonight, but I'm not doing anything that will get me in trouble with Gandalf. You know I'm trying to get people to view me somewhat differently know that I'm getting older. You gotta help me out here guys... don't guilt me into it."
They sighed heavily, a bit over-exaggerated, and agreed, but implored me to still walk with them. We lay underneath the oak tree with the roots that went into the river. It was our favorite tree.
Night fell soon enough, and Merry was giving me a piggy back ride down to the party tree, and Pippin was not far behind. Pippin told us he'd see us in a few minutes, because he was going to play in the band with Diamond, the girl he liked quite well. Merry was pulled away to help carry the massive cake in, so I sat, waiting for the arrival of Sam, and Frodo.
Frodo was his normal chipper self as he came bounding over to me, imploring me to dance with him.
I looked back at a forlorn Sam as Frodo dragged me away. He wasn't looking at me, though. His eyes were locked onto Rosie Cotton.
"Frodo," I said, as he twirled me around to the cheery music.
"What's that, dear?" He asked.
"I think Sam needs a little motivation!" I laughed.
Frodo's hands left mine and he grabbed his vest, dipping down and popping back up. We locked arms and began to twirl.
"That sounds easy enough!" He nodded. "Wait here, I'll be back!"
I smiled enthusiastically, and my Aunt Crimson grabbed my hand and threw me into the dance. I observed the situation barely, but before my darling big brother could grab another Ale, Frodo, whom I also viewed as a brother, grabbed his shoulder and threw him in Rosie's direction. Rosie, who was fond of Sam, grabbed him immediately.
I began to dance with Frodo again, before he shoved me out of the crowd of dancers. I fell into Bilbo's arms, and Frodo followed.
"Robin was approaching you. I just saved your young life. It looked like he had another proposal on his lips." Frodo laughed.
Bilbo laughed too, observing my relieved face. "I don't blame you, young Ninniach. Everything that comes out of Sackville is trouble. Especially our relatives from there. Now, run along dear. Gandalf's been searching for you all day."
My face lifted, and I kissed both Bilbo and Frodo's cheeks. I ran off, seeing Gandalf dancing along with all the hobbits.
"Gandalf!" I called for him. "Oh, Gandalf!"
The old grey wizard looked around at the sound of his name, and jumped when he saw me.
"My dear Ninniach!" He called back, and weaved through the crowd.
Finally, I was reunited with one of my dearest friends. He knelt down to hug me.
"Has it really been 5 years, my dear?" Gandalf took a good look at me. "You look even more beautiful than you did before, if that's even possible."
"Gandalf," I scolded, rolling my eyes.
"How many proposals of marriage this week?" He teased.
I glared at him, making him laugh, making me laugh. "Oh, how I've missed you, Ninniach.
"I've missed you too, Gandalf." I hugged him again.
Before our hug even broke, a girlish shriek sounded from one of the tents. I immeadiatly looked to the stage, Pippin wasn't there. To the cake table, to Frodo and Sam, to the apple cart, wherever Merry would be. He wasn't anywhere.
''Oh no, they actually did it!" I wailed.
I ducked for cover when the magical firework turned into a firey red dragon, which swooped over the party. It flew up over the large pond, and exploded over the mountain. It was stunning, it really was. I smiled to myself. Merry and Pippin caused chaos every minute of their lives, but always created something cool while doing it. Two hands pulled me up, and I was expecting to see one of my friends, or even Rosie, who was nearby, but I saw each one doing something else. The pair of hands turned me around.
"Hello, Miss Gamgee." He smiled, what to other girls would be a charming one, but to me, it made me wish to vomit.
"Hi, Robin. If you'll excuse me, I must go and find my brother. Thank you for helping me up." I curtsied, and planned to walk right around him.
"Hold on there! We haven't spoken in so long, and you still haven't given me your answer!" He chuckled, with a twing of an irritated tone.
Good Ol' Bilbo, however, saved the day with his speech. I gave Robin a smile, and ran off to my family's table, my youngest brother, Peter, hopping onto my lap.
We listened to Bilbo's witty speech with smiles, laughter, and cheering.
But, Bilbo suddenly turned darker. I saw his eyes drift across the crowd, stopping at a direct spot.
And he said, "I bid you all a very fond farewell."
His voice fell to a whisper, saying this only to Frodo. "Goodbye."
Then he wasn't there anymore. A wave of shock and panic chorused through the party. Frodo didn't move a muscle. He was frozen.
I ran over to him. "Frodo, Frodo!" I shook his shoulders.
Frodo's eyes looked to me slowly.
"I should have guessed. With the way he was talking to me after he sent you off to find Gandalf." He said solemnly.
"Be quiet, now. Bilbo was just joking about, you know that. Go! Go up to your home and find him. Hurry!" I pulled him up.
His eyes lightened. "But of course!"
I smiled after him as he ran off.
Merry and Pippin found me, as they'd promised. I couldn't help but giggle at the sight of them, covered in black ash.
"Some consequences were given, so I see." I mused.
"Not even the half of it, Gandalf made us do dishes for hours. It was torture." Merry sighed.
I rolled my eyes. "Well, the party is over. Where shall we go?"
The Green Dragon was suggested, and most hobbits that overheard all yelled, "To the Green Dragon!"
"Well, I'll sure be a busy one tonight." Rosie grumbled as she walked past us.
A happy Sam approached us. "I danced with her all night." He told me triumphantly.
I patted him lovingly on the cheek. "I'm proud of you, Sammy."
Frodo came to the Green Dragon no less than 15 minutes after we'd gotten there. He sat at the table with us, not looking too upset.
"Did you find him, Mr. Frodo?" Sam asked.
"No, he went to go and stay with the elves." Frodo told us.
We all gasped.
"Oh no," I said.
"No, no. I knew he'd be leaving soon. Bilbo has been eager for another adventure. He's getting older, and he loves it there." Frodo said, still smiling.
We all smiled as well, but I felt a twinge of jealousy. I wished I could have gone with him.
Something always drew me to want to visit the elves. Ever since I was little, I would stand on the wooden road and think of just running. Going to find them. Live with them. I never knew why though, it was just a force that pulled me.
Merry and Pippin dragged me onto a table, placing me in the middle. "Sing a song with us, Ninni!"
We put our arms around each other and began to sing our favorite bar song:
"Hey, ho to the mug I go, to heal my heart and drown my woe!
rain my fall the wind may blow, but there still be, many miles to go!
Sweet is the sound of the pouring rain, or the stream that falls
from hill to plain! Better than rain or a rippling Brook-"
Pippin, of course, did the solo, "Is a mug of beer inside this Took!"
Everyone cheered, and we sang until the wee hours of the morning.
I was completely wasted when it was time to go home, so Sam lifted me easily into his arms.
In my blurred vision, I could see Rosie smile. "What a sweet brother."
Sam chuckled nervously, "Night, then, Rosie."
I looked back and saw some random guy, who's identity I couldn't make out, kneeled before my brother's girl. "G'night, sweet maiden of the golden ale!"
"Oy, mind who you're sweet talkin'." Sam grumbled.
I felt Frodo's arm reach around Sam's shoulders. "Don't you worry, Sam. Rosie knows and idiot when she sees one."
We stopped moving, and in a worried voice Sam wondered, "Does she?"
God, you can't imagine how much I hate my old Lord of the Rings story. I really don't like Twilight as much as I did when I was twelve, so fuck it. But, I'll always love Lord of the Rings, so this is no crossover. The "portrayer" of Ninniach Gamgee is Jennifer Lawrence. She is so beautiful. And, she, to me, looks like she could have been one of the fair-haired woodland elves. Oh, I just gave you a huge ass hint. Well, to be quite honest with you, you wouldn't find this out till much later, so Ninniach is half elf. That's all you'll know, no details yet. But that's why she's so drawn to the elves. And, the dominant gene in her is Elf, so you can rack your brain to try and come up with what happens. I probably mentioned that she's a half/half in the summary... but. Whatever. Hope you enjoyed, and please review!