[Frodess]

Champignonne was so excited. She slipped away to an empty room and gazed at her reflection. There was a vase in the room with some lovely daffodils. She removed some of the flowers from the vase and put them in her hair, using the skill her mother had taught her. She dusted off her dress and looked down at her feet. Nice and hairy, she thought with pride.

The room was fairly dark, so she took a breath, and slowly stepped out. She thought that she saw everyone stare at her, but they were too busy with the special guests. Suddenly, she thought she remembered some tale about the War of the Ring. Something about a Nine-Fingered Frodo. Nine-Fingered Frodo! Her eyes and mouth popped open with surprise. THE Frodo!!!

Champignonne shied away. She saw the guests talking, and moved over a little closer to see this Frodo and his friends. She looked admiringly at who she assumed was Frodo. Childishly, when he looked in her direction, she looked away. She blushed, she sighed, like a girl with a crush. She didn't know about that, but she had found her role model. She was going to maybe find Merry and Pippin, if they weren't engaged at the moment. Until then, she couldn't keep her eyes off of Frodo, not even stopping to get appetizers.

This morning, she remembered that night. She was too shy to talk to anyone, but she couldn't forget Frodo. She was going to ask one of those people who had been so kind to her, so she could learn more about this strange yet wonderful hobbit. As she exited her room, she saw Merry and Pippin. She waved hello and waited for breakfast to be served.

[ January 17, 2003: Message edited by: Frodess ]