A/N: The elves are a bit different here and I say they have Peanut butter and Jelly sandwiches, Darn it! It may seem I misspelled in here, but it's actually supposed to be the dialogue of a 5 year old, you know?

Note: I try to do good age comparison, but it's very hard because I don't know how old any of them really are, don't be mad --

These events could not ever happen in LotR, but it's only for fun.

Concerning Peanut butter and Jelly sandwiches

It was a shining day, in the peaceful place of sunny Rivendell. Its residents were beginning to stir into life as the morning progressed. Elves roamed about, greeting each other with delightful voices. In the world of Middle-earth, every nook and cranny was filled with beauty and excitement. The peoples of Middle-earth have never had any reason to fear, for there was no evil any where to be seen.

On this particular day, by this particular place in Rivendell, a tiny little structure lay conveniently out of the way of the hustle and bustle of Elves busy at their morning duties. Looking closer to this tiny building, we could see that it was a small daycare for younglings. It was called the Hini Siluva Nursery and was open to all who came to visit Rivendell.

Walking down the stone path way, toward the Hini Siluva Nursery, were three hobbits. One looked to be a child, no older than six years of age, and the other two seemed to be the young boy hobbit's parents. They arrived at the front door to the nursery, and then the father turned to his son.

"Frodo my lad, you behave yer self while you're mum and I are away. We won't be long now! We can't have you runnin' around while your pa is on business. Come on; don't look as if you have the fever, boy!" Drogo gave little Frodo a gentle pat on the side of his thin, rosy cheeked face.

"Father, I don't like being wit strangers. What if tey don't like me?" Frodo frowned so sadly that his mother almost changed her mind about leaving him there for just even a day.

She leaned over and gave Frodo a huge hug just as a man of some what old age, came into view from behind the garden fence that surrounded the nursery. He wore a wide brimmed hat with the top dropping over his shoulder, very carelessly. He had a lengthy gray beard, and his clothes were of the simplest of nature. A white tunic lay under the long robe that was a light bluish gray. His trousers were made of a faded black material, worn to many times it seemed. His boots were that of a white leather, but now faded to light beige by so much travel. He hummed a little tune as he strode toward the three hobbits at the door.

"Ho! Good day to all on this bright, lovely morning!" The stranger greeted them.

"You must be the Master of the Hini Siluva? Aren't you? I am Drogo Baggins, this is my wife, Primula Baggins. We need to put young Frodo here in the care of the Elves for the time being." Drogo said.

"No, I am only a humble visitor. Frodo is most welcome, he is! Come Frodo, I will show you around."

Frodo's mother handed him a huge bag.

"Here is your luncheon, and second luncheon! You be good, Frodo!"

And with that, Frodo's parents waved goodbye and walked up the sloping path way towards the foliage of trees. Frodo, with the heavy parcel clutched to his chest, slowly walked behind Gandalf into the house. Frodo looked to his left in a room that was carpeted in rich red velvet and all around were fluffy chairs and sofa's that looked so fun to bounce and play on!

"You know, I am a good friend of your uncle, Bilbo. He is a good hobbit." Gandalf said to Frodo, who wasn't listening of course. I can't wait to bounce on those sofas! Frodo thought wickedly to himself.

Gandalf proceeded down the elaborate wooden halls. Gandalf and Frodo came to a stop at the end of the hall, and Gandalf opened the door very, very slowly. Frodo could hear little voices inside the other room. Gandalf and Frodo slipped inside but was immediately greeted by the excited yell's of,

"GANDALF!" said the young children sitting at the bench table by the window. They were eating their Luncheons. They all got up to greet him, smiling.

Frodo was terrified and dropped his parcel. He grabbed onto Gandalf's long robe, peeking at the other children from behind him.

There were three other hobbits there, to Frodo's happiness. One was really fat. The other two were just funny looking. All had little faces with cute up-turned noses. He also saw another fat hobbit-looking boy... and was that a hint of a beard?

Frodo noticed a young girl that sat quietly on the end of the table. There were also two boys that were from the race of men.

The one with the black hair looks like a bully, Frodo noted. He would have to steer clear of him. A plump old woman got up and shooed all the kids back to eating their lunches.

"Hello, Gorna. I have here little master Frodo Baggins!" Gandalf said, prying Frodo's grubby fingers from his robe. Frodo got so nervous around the others that he put his little pinky finger into his mouth. Gandalf left the room.

"Ah, little Baggins! Come! We were just eating peanut butter and Jelly sandwiches." Gorna asked.

"What are tose?" Frodo replied. The dark haired boy turned his head towards Frodo.

"Rotten sheep eyes and mouse guts!" Said the black haired boy.

He broke out with laughter. He laughed so hard at his own joke, he choked on his milk. He coughed and spattered, and then the other boy broke in laughter because of it.

"Aragorn! Boromir! Stop that at once!" Gorna stomped her foot angrily, scaring both boys into submission.

"Frodo, these are the other children. This is Aragorn." She point to the black haired one.

"Beside him is Boromir. Aragorn and Boromir will make extra efforts in making Frodo feel at home, wont you boys?" Gorma's gave them scary looks. Aragorn and Boromir gave huge grinning smiles and nodded.

"I'll let you make you own introductions with the rest, but for now, have a peanut butter jelly sandwich."

"But I have my own food." Frodo said shyly, holdin up his parcel.

"That's nice dear." Gorma patted Frodo on the head and went in another room.

Frodo sat down by the short hobbit that looked nice.

"I'm pop!" He said. His toothless grin shining at Frodo. The little fat hobbit on the other side of them chucked a bread crumb at him.

"No you not! You're Pippin. Not Pop. Not Poop. Not Puckel Tildewy, either." The other hobbit said.

Pippin looked most unhappy for the bread crumb that flew down his little shirt.

"I'm Sam. That's Pippin, but he can't say his own name." Sam said, grinning happily.

Frodo looked back at Pippin, who was preoccupied with finding the bread crumb.

"Over here is Gimli. He a Dwarf!" Sam said in awe. Gimli looked up and gave a shy wave at Frodo, then went back vigorously eating his fifth sandwich. Sam pointed to the other side of him. "This is Merry." He waved to Frodo and Frodo waved back.

Frodo saw the girl picking at her sandwich at the end of the table, next to Aragorn.

"Who's she?" Frodo said, pointing to her. Everyone gasped all of a sudden, and the girl at the end turned and looked at Frodo, angrily.

"I'm not a girl!" He said, taking his peanut butter sandwich in his hand and chucking it right on Frodo's little face. Everyone laughed.

"That's Legolas. He's an elf!" Sam giggled but Frodo wasn't paying attention. He was mad!

"Hey!" Frodo protested. He grabbed Pippin's other sandwich and tossed it at Blondie. The gooey sandwich landed right on his gold head and slipped off his pale face.

Just then, Aragorn picked up his peanut butter sandwich, "Hey Gimli!" He hurled across the table, were it landed on Gimli's shoulder.

"Don't, Aragorn!" Gimli took his sandwich and chuck it at Aragorn's face, and he ducked. Instead, the sandwich hit home on the side of Legolas's head.

Legolas was furiouse at the dwarf. "Ah! You stupid dwarf!"

By then all of the children grabbed their sandwiches and chucked them everywhere, giggling very hard as either they, or their target, got pummeled by slabs of jam and peanut butter.

They dodged under and over the table, throwing left and right, until the whole room was covered in peanut butter and jelly.

Gorma heard the noise and came to investigate. When she got in the room she could not believe her eyes.

Legolas was holding Gimli by the coat, about to smother a slice of jam into his face.

Pippin and Boromir were trying to stuff each other's trousers full of peanut butter, giggling profusely and Frodo and Sam took the jar of jam and was dumping it on each others heads.

Merry and Aragorn had loafs of bread stuffed in there shoes, and Aragorn seemed intent on smothering jam up Merry's big nose. Pippin was eating the peanut butter off the ground.

"CHILDREN!" She yelled at the top of her lungs. They all froze immediately. Gorma looked at each one of them, covered everywhere with jelly and butter. "Who started this?" She asked fire in her eyes.

They all stopped what they were doing and pointed at Frodo, who tried to look guilty but could not help but smile.

I'm gonna like it here! Frodo thought.

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