by Lily the Hobbit
September 22nd 1374 SR
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The young hobbit looked up the Hill, his eyes shining brightly.
"I want to surprise him," he said, stopping short. "Will you not wait here and let me go ahead?"
Pleadingly he looked up at his parents.
Drogo Baggins exchanged a look with his wife. She nodded.
"We will follow a ittle way behind you."
The boy grinned but suddenly his face grew stern. "But he mustn't see you!"
"He mustn't see you either, dear", Primula said, smiling.
"He won't", declared Frodo determinedly. "No one will ever see me. I will tiptoe from one bush to another as silently as a snowflake."
Drogo laughed and ruffled his son's dark curls. "Go then."
Frodo grinned broadly and dashed away
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He hadn't seen Bilbo for almost a year now. Last year his uncle came to Buckland two days after his birthday and this year his parents and he came to visit Bag End. Only once had he been in this huge hobbithole before but he didn't remember very much from it.
He stopped some paces before he reached the garden door. His father was right. Bilbo mustn't see him either. Carefully he peered from one side to the other, his eyes sparkling with anticipation. No one was to be seen.His smile grew even wider, when he slowly opened the creaking garden door and stepped behind a bush. His heart was beating fast, so excited was he.
Suddenly he realized that he hadn't brought any present with him. He couldn't turn up without a present for his uncle. He had one of course, but that one his father was carrying. What he needed was something small.
Something he could get right away, without running back to him. He looked about seeking for the right item. When his eyes fell on some beautiful violet asters, he squeaked in delight and picked one.