Frodo-lad tossed and turned as he attempted to catch a few more moments of sleep before his day began; what it might hold he had no idea, but he had seen his first elf and now believed that anything was possible.
Finally he gave up and swung his small but sturdy legs over the side of his bed and, sliding on a pair of slippers crept quietly towards the kitchen. On the way he noticed his father sitting quietly in his study reading over a piece of paper, a letter perhaps - yes that must be it. Arriving in the kitchen he cut himself a slice of cheese, hopefuly small enough that it would not be noticed missing but large enough to make his trip worth his while. Sliding back to his room he attempted again to turn his attention to his letters. He got dressed quickly, but was sure that if his family really was going to a party his mother would undoubtedly re-dress him at least once. Or twice.
He was pleasently surprised when his mother instructed him that he would be responsible for helping to get his younger brothers ready for the party. In fact, he even voluenteered along with his sister to get breakfast ready. The thought that getting his siblings to cooperate smoothly might be difficult hadn't quite sunk in. For now, this was looking like it was going to be a fine day.
[ February 24, 2003: Message edited by: Carrūn ]
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