5. The Party
Acacia couldn’t help but smile. “I’ve never had a brother before, either,” she told him. “Where are we going, Meria...mer...” she tried to remember the strange name of the boy pulling her through the door and down the hall.
“Just Merry,” he said, “and we’re going to the party. This’ll be great.” He said the last part more to himself than to her.
“What party?” she asked him. She barely had time to register the strange halls of this large, earthy building.
He looked at her with a grin, “Why, Frodo’s party.”
“He’s my cousin,” answered Merry. “Well, actually my first cousin once removed...I think. I’m still trying to remember how all my relatives are related to me. Anyway, he’s leaving tonight to go live in Hobbiton with his uncle...or rather, second cousin once removed. So it’s lucky you’re here or I’d have no one left to play with.”
As Acacia tried to think of an answer to all this, they came to a large hall. It was definitely a party. She could see many tables filled with food and people. Music was being played somewhere, but what struck her most were the smells of all the kinds of food. She suddenly realized that she hadn’t eaten in what seemed like a day. She didn’t know how long she’d been asleep. She was ready to get in there and celebrate this Frodo guy’s leaving until her stomach would hold no more celebration.
She headed straight for the nearest table, but before she got there, Merry grabbed her arm and pulled her over to another. Unfortunately, it wasn’t to eat. She found herself staring at a pair of the bluest eyes she’d ever seen. They belonged to a rather startled-looking young man.
Merry tugged the guy’s shirt. “Frodo! Frodo! Look! This is Acacia. She’s my new sister.” Merry practically jumped up and down with excitement, though Acacia wasn’t quite sure why.
‘So, this is Frodo,’ she thought, ‘...Neat.’
Frodo seemed to have recovered from the surprise of having a girl shoved nearly into his lap. “Have you replaced me so quickly, Merry?” he asked the twitchy hobbit.
Merry’s eyes widened in panic. “No! No, I mean, no one could replace you, Frodo. She’s just...well, you’re the one that’s leaving me here to go off with your other family. I just wanted someone to replace—no, not replace! I mean—”
Frodo just laughed as he watched Merry dig himself deeper. He turned to Acacia and smiled. She was surprised at how genuine it was. She could see why Merry seemed to love him so. “It’s nice to meet you,” he told her. He looked to the babbling Merry, then back to her. “Take care of him, will you? He’s a trouble-maker, that one. And when he can’t make it, he gets someone else to.”
She just nodded dumbly, not quite sure how to respond to that. It was all happening so quickly. She tried to think of something to say. Then she caught a whiff of something on the table and all hope was lost. She scrambled onto the bench and started scarfing down food like there was no tomorrow.
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