Frodo, my dear - Frodo Baggins love story

Chapter 2 - the Prologue

N.B! Please read this chapter before continuing on with the story. This is an important chapter that explains who Aurora Brandybuck is and what led to her crossing paths with the famous Frodo Baggins and all of his friends. 

I hope you guys enjoy the story! Frodo is one of my all time favourite characters <3 Lots of love and let's goooo!

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Aurora Brandybuck arrived at the Shire just as the sun dipped below the horizon, two well-worn brown leather bags clutched tightly in her hands. She let out a soft sigh, the weight of her long journey settling into her bones as she took in the familiar sight before her. The cobblestone paths were bathed in a warm glow from the round windows of the hobbit houses, their lights flickering like distant stars. Her steps were slow but steady as she walked along the quiet path, her long white skirt flowing behind her in the cool summer breeze.

Up ahead, the small hill that led to her grandmother's house came into view. Aurora climbed it carefully, her heart racing with anticipation. Setting her bags down gently, she knocked on the round wooden door and waited. Moments later, she heard soft rustling from within, and the door creaked open. Her grandmother, a tiny hobbit woman wrapped in a faded nightgown, stood before her, her eyes twinkling with warmth despite the late hour.

"Aurora, my dear," her grandmother said, smiling widely as she took one of Aurora's bags. "Come in, come in."

Aurora stepped inside, the familiar scent of fresh herbs and baked bread filling her senses. "It's good to be home, Gran," she whispered, pulling the old woman into a gentle hug. "I missed you. Sorry that I've been gone so long."

Her grandmother smiled up at her, patting her on the back. "Leave your bags in the hall, dear, and come sit with me. You must be tired after such a long journey." Aurora then set her luggage aside and followed her grandmother into the cozy sitting room. The dim light of a single desk lamp cast soft shadows around the room as the two of them settled onto couches with delicate blue teacups in hand.

"So," her grandmother began after a long sip of tea, "how was your journey, my sweet?"

"Exhausting," Aurora smiled, her voice soft as she swirled the tea in her cup. "I've been on the road for five days now, and I can't tell you how happy I am to be here."

Her gaze drifted to the mantelpiece, where a framed photograph of her sister, brother-in-law, and their three children rested. The sight of it made her heart clench painfully, and she quickly averted her eyes.

Gran noticed and placed her cup down with a sigh. "The boys are asleep upstairs," she said quietly. "It's getting harder and harder to put them all to bed at the same time."

Aurora smiled faintly, her heart lightening just a little. "I've missed them so much. I haven't seen them in almost two years, and I'm sure they must be huge by now."

Her grandmother chuckled. "They're as energetic as ever, but still just children. They roughhouse all the time, like boys do. And even though they are triplets, they are all so different. Merias is very much the leader. The other two always follow him, though he can be terribly stubborn. He wants everything to go his way and can be quite difficult when things don't. Then there's Mentha—oh, he's a jokester. Always moving, full of energy, but not the brightest. Still, there's no one more loyal. And then Meilot... well, he's the special one. So quiet and calm, and very smart for his age. He's the peacemaker between the other two and always seems to have clever ideas."

Aurora listened intently, smiling as her grandmother described each of the boys in turn. "They sound like a handful," she said fondly. "I cannot wait to see them."