Imagine If....

Surprise! Part 1

Y/N POV:

"Wake up Y/N! Wake up, wake up, wake upppppppppppp!" Frodo shouted, pulling the duvets of my bed and jumping on the bed.

"Frodo, go home- I'm tired," I groaned, shooing him with a weak and tired arm, "How did you even get in here?"

"You gave me a spare key, remember? Probably regretting it now, hey?" He sheepishly smiled, sitting down next to me.

"Oh yes, now I remember," I said, sitting up and stretching out my arms above my head, "why are you here?"

"Well today is a very special day, especially for you!" Frodo beamed, getting up and placing the duvet neatly beside me.

"What is today, exactly?" I asked, searching in my mind for anything familiar. Frodo's birthday? No, that was last month. Is it the fair? No- how is that important to me? Wait! Is it the eating contest again? Gosh- I'm never going to guess it.

"It's your birthday!" Frodo shouted, climbing back on the bed and jumping up and down again.

"Oh. That's all? Why did you wake me then." I spoke, climbing back under the covers and shutting my eyes.

"What do you mean 'that's all'?! Today's is the annual day of when you were born!" Frodo exclaimed, opening the curtains and letting in the glistening light.

"It's just not that important Frodo. Every year I have my birthday- but it's just another ordinary day. Nothing special; it's not a big deal. Now I'm going back to bed." I spoke, a frown settling on my face. I looked up at him, and he had deep thinking lines across his forehead, and a determined expression in his eyes.

"Right then! I am going to pick you up at six o'clock this evening- be ready and dressed by then. Don't eat any supper before then- No objections!" He said firmly, running out of my bedroom door and heading back to the village.

What is he up to?

~Later that afternoon~

*Knock Knock Knock*

Wait what? Since when did the harpists at mine and Frodo's date knock? Hold up- when did Frodo and I go on a date? We didn't! Oh, that's right- I fell asleep after Frodo went. He's picking me up around now actually. Yes that's right.......HE IS PICKING ME UP NOW!

I sit up in bed quickly, rolling over and falling out of bed. I stood up, running to the wardrobe and going through at least ten dresses before deciding on a perfect purple one. I grabbed my hair brush, tearing through the knots at a painful speed. Looking myself over in my small mirror, I ran through to the hallway, and finally opened the front door.

"Fr- Sam?" I spoke confused.

"Y/N- I have to tell you something." Sam said, a worried look on his face.