AzaeliaBaggins
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 ~*~The History of Azaelia Leigh Baggins~*~
(Sorry for the wait)
~*~The History of Azaelia Leigh Sandybanks~*~
Azzie sat down on the soft grass hills of Sandybanks Ridge, and pulled out her pen, ink, and blank journal from her bag. Azzie had gotten the book from her friend and cousin, Areata. Azzie thought for a moment, wondering where to begin. Azzie smiled, remembering how her friend Meriadoc Brandybuck and how he had just gotten married. Azzie looked up and decided that there was no better place to start than with her lifelong friend, Merry.
Merry was...trouble. As far back as I can remember, Merry was always in trouble. He was a stable hand at my home, Sandybanks Ridge, since he was six. We always played together, and got in trouble together. Mother really never liked Merry that much, probably because of that fact that he did get into trouble often. She couldn’t do anything about it, though, because I was so intrigued by Merry and would play with no one other than Merry. Oh, don’t get me wrong, sometimes he would bring Peregrin Took to come and play, which angered my mother even more than her playing with Merry. Tooks, she would say, were simply not the type you wanted to associate with. Even so, Merry and I had a bond which could not be broken and I will forever love him as a friend.
This all brings me up to my mother, Adelia Sandybanks. My father died when I was very young. Before he died, though, my father had a dream to have a horse/pony ranch. He bought land, horses, a home, and then built a wonderful stable. Unfortunately, he didn’t get to enjoy it for long, because of his death. Out of respect of my father’s dream, my mother keep the ranch and the ponies and horses. On top of all this, she had to raise me. It was hard, being a hobbit lass managing a ranch and raising a fatherless child. I remember asking my mother why she kept on with the ranch and she replied that the my father’s dream was this ranch and it was a piece of him.
Around the age of six, my mother started to get extremely protective of me. Since she was often busy with the affairs of the ranch, I was often alone. In result of this, I did not talk very much and was buried in books or was painting. My mother knew that I needed social interaction, so she hired Merry as a stable hand and, in a way, a playmate for me. I was thrilled! I finally had someone I could play with! It was fortunate it was Merry, for he taught me how to have a lot of fun! That was when my mother realized that I was gone from home more often, playing with Merry and Pippin. She immediately got protective. I was all she had and already I was leaving, she’d often say to her friends when she thought I was elsewhere. Then, I was only allowed to play with Merry and only if it was at home. Thus my protective childhood began.
I was a very spoiled child. Everything I wanted was pretty much given to me, but somehow this didn’t go to my head. I suppose it was because I was pleased with very simple things, such as paints and books. My mother then preferred that I spend more time with my paints and books with Merry, but that was right when I was getting fascinated with going and doing things that were enjoyable.
About the time I was twenty, my mother pretty much arranged my life. I tried to have a little freedom, like doing things with Merry, but that was pretty much it. I was certainly not allowed to see any hobbit lads, for mother was terrified of me moving away. Mum even more protective, for she hired three men to do pretty much everything for the ranch so she could spend all of her time with me. Often she would paint with me or she would teach me cooking and practical things like that. There was a bright side to this, for I got to know a side of my mother that I had not known before. She told me all about my father, how they fell in love, and how his death affected her. She told me that every time she looked at me, she saw my father and how it did hurt a little bit. She told me they were deeply in love, and were only married for8 years before his death. At this time in my life, I was pretty much just spending time with Merry and my mother, and although I was interested in the exciting things Merry did, my mother had me convinced that the life I had was the best.
I was about thirty four when Merry...disappeared. It was extremely very secretive and no one at all talked much of this. It wasn’t a very good time in the life of the Shire. I then got extremely withdrawn, for now my only friend was gone, maybe gone forever. My mother was very glad of this and took to spending even more time with me than before. I was then very restless. I needed freedom. I could not live like this anymore, I was quite old enough to make my own choices. And eventually, I did.
Merry told me everything about his adventure when he came back to the Shire. I was about thirty six at that time. I was very...withdrawn and sad, even though Merry was back. Merry tried to get me out of it, but in truth, I needed to get out of my home and get away from my mother. I thought that things could not possibly get worse after this, but I was sure wrong.
My mother realized that although she needed me very much, I should get married. I think she got this idea mostly from her other friends, one of which was Lobelia Sacksville-Baggins. I know, better than my mother, that the Lobelia and her family would do anything to get anything of value, and I knew I had a tidy inheritance. I tried telling my mother about this, but she refused to listen to me. So at this time, I also had my mother and Lobelia playing matchmaker with me.
I then began to wonder what it would feel like to be in love. Was it like what I felt with Merry, I often would think. I would always shake my head, knowing that what Merry and I had was very different. Unfortunately, Merry didn’t come to the same conclusion.
He was convinced he was in love with me, when I knew that he was just hungry for someone to love and I knew that the love he felt was the love a brother felt for his sister. I just felt exhausted. Here I had a overly protective and over involved mother trying to set me up with a gold digger, and a my best friend was convinced he was in love me. Fortunately, after lengthy talks with Merry, I was able to convince him that he did not love me. I remember that I felt so...empty. I wanted love, but not Merry’s. I just wanted to love a person of my choice and have them love me too. I just wanted to have my own life without my mother interfering all the time. I just wanted to be free and happy. I just wanted to feel complete. Was that too much to ask? Apparently so.
One day, I had to get out and away from my mum, so I went away to the grassy hills of our Ridge, climbed up a huge rock in the middle of a stream, and began to sketch the view I saw from there. After a few moments, I was completely relaxed and at ease. It felt so refreshing! Suddenly I heard a voice say, “That’s a very good drawing.” I was so startled I jumped up and ended up falling into the stream! Then I remember a hand pulling me out of the water. I saw a most gorgeous hobbit lad, who had dazzling blue eyes and dark curly hair. I just stared at him, not able to speak.
“I’m Frodo Baggins. Whom may I ask is the lady I scared so badly you fell into this stream?” I just remember almost forgetting my name. “My name is Azzie Sandybanks.” He then grinned. “Ah, Merry’s friend, right?” I nodded. “I must be going, nice to meet you, Mr. Baggins!”
I remember running home, feeling lighter than I ever remember feeling. I knew this day was a very important one in my life. I remembered my mother talking about the Bagginses in a very distasteful manner. She would go on and on about how they were the type to go on adventures and get come back all queer. I also remember Merry talking about a Bilbo Baggins, and his one hundred and eleventh birthday party (Which I was forbidden to go to) and how he disappeared. I remember that was right before Merry went on his adventure with Frodo, Pip, and Sam. I just wondered about Frodo...and how intriguing it would be to see him again.
Merry found out that I had met Frodo from Frodo himself. He then told me that Frodo was the hobbit who was the bearer of the One Ring and that he was the one to take it to Mt. Doom to be destroyed. I was in total and complete awe. He saved Middle-earth, he saved my life. I felt so much in awe and surprise. He was a Baggins? Merry then asked if I would like it if he had Frodo tell me more about his experiences when Merry came over tomorrow. I quickly declined, for Mother would be home. If I brought Frodo to my home, my mum would be furious. I did indeed think that I would love to talk to Frodo again, but not tomrrow and most certainly not at my home with my mother there! So I told this and he was very understanding, having known my mother for a very long time. I thought to myself later that night that it would be simply splendid if I could talk to Frodo Baggins again.
I didn't have to wait long, it turned out. Frodo appeared at my door the next morning, with a great big grin on his face. I didn't know what to do! My mother was home, yet I wanted to see Frodo. I was beginning to be a very complex person, it seemed. I just remembered that the stable hands had the day off, so we could walk around Sandybanks Ridge without being seen. Mother would never know, Azzie would make sure of that.
Last edited by AzaeliaBaggins (Local user), 1/16/04, 11:14 pm
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