Blue Eyes [A Frodo Baggins x Reader Story]

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Today was the day of Bilbo's eleventy-first birthday celebration and you couldn't contain yourself— it wasn't even your party! —you eagerly got out of bed and made sure you had everything in order. You figured you'd leave earlier, so you could help prepare for the party.

You got dressed and put the gifts for Bilbo (A/n: and Frodo because, I mean, Sept. 22nd is his B-day too?) in a quaint traveling bag for the road. You left the bag at the door, so you wouldn't forget it, and prepared elevenses since you'd woken up later than usual.

After finishing up and putting your dishes in the sink to be dealt with later, you slipped on your traveling bag and headed out the door.

It was a rather beautiful day out, a bit windy, but beautiful nonetheless. You made your way down a cobble path, taking in your surroundings. You'd chosen to walk to Hobbiton using the time to think, you didn't quite know what about, though.

Suddenly being pulled from your thoughts you heard a wagon— more so a cart —dragging along behind you, you turned around to see a rather old wizard bearing a grey cloak and pointed hat. You immediately recognized this to be Gandalf and ran towards his cart.