I stared at the ceiling and sighed. I couldn’t sleep. I slowly got out of bed and slipped my clothes on. I tiptoed out of my room and out the door. Us Hobbits can be as quiet as elves if we wish too. Elves. How I wish I could see one. I am like Bilbo in that way and perhaps Frodo too. I am too adventurous for a Hobbit, or so my parents tell me every day. I strolled on the edge of the path and stared at the stars gleaming brightly overhead. Suddenly I heard rapid hoof beats on the path coming from behind me. I whirled around and jumped out of the way just in time as a horse coming at a full gallop down the path toward Bag End. I crouched by the side of the road, gasping. I watched as the horse ground to a stop and a large figure leaped off. It wasn’t small enough to be a Hobbit; it must be a Man, or an Elf! The figure walked into Bag End pushing the door open forcefully.
I cowered by the side of the road for a few minuets. Then I heard a sound coming from down the road. Scared by my last experience with sound coming from that direction I jumped back and flattened myself against the ground on the side of the road. I breathed a sigh of relief as I saw that it was just Frodo coming home from a good day of fun. For some reason, I stayed on the side of the road and watched him. I sighed wistfully. He never noticed me despite all my efforts. I think Sam knows that I love Frodo, but Frodo himself is oblivious, and Sam will never tell. I watched Frodo walk into Bag End. Suddenly remembering the mysterious figure that was already in Bag End I crepted closer. I heard voices inside but the voices were not raised in anger or fear so I knew that Frodo knew the person, whoever he was. I couldn’t hear what the voices were saying, though.
I heard a small noise coming from the bushes under Frodo’s window. I saw Sam crouched there listening to their conversation. Obviously they heard him too for a second later Sam was grabbed from his hiding place through the window. I heard and unfamiliar voice yell something at him and heard Sam stammer a reply. A few seconds later the tall figure and the two Hobbits came out the door. And I heard the stranger say, ” Meet me in Bree at a tavern called The Prancing Pony.” Frodo and Sam got on a horse and left. The stranger got on his horse too and rode off at a gallop. You’re going to kill someone, sir, who is not as lucky as I to get out of your way, I thought to myself wryly. I slowly got up and brushed the dirt off my knee and began to walk home shaken by what I had seen.
The next morning all of Hobbiton was in an uproar over Frodo and Sam’s disappearance. Merry and Pippin were missing to and I wondered if they had got themselves into this mess. I wouldn’t be surprised if they had, they were always getting into one mess or another. My mother complained all day that my head was somewhere else. I relised that if was true. My mind was with Frodo and Sam and maybe Merry and Pippin too. Suddenly I knew I would go crazy if I didn’t go and find out what had happened to them. So that is what I did. That night I snuck out and took my pony and rode off toward Bree.
We return to the forests again. Our hobbit friend has lost all faith and finds the true meaning of apathy by the end of this chapter. He is taken captive by a band of elves and one human. This chapter suggests that some of his past will be revealed soon.