So this is my first story I've uploaded to fanfiction. Mostly because I was too nervous to upload my others, but I'm forcing myself to upload this, so try not to be too harsh please. So this is basically a novelization of the first movie, but with fem!Frodo, or Frida. (I have a really unhealthy obsession with gender bending I am so sorry) I've also genderbent Bilbo Baggins into Billa Baggins. Only because I kinda wanted Frida to have a female to look up to. It won't really be changing anything, but there might be a mention of bagginsheild? idk. So far, Bilbo and Frodo are the only one's who will have a different gender, but I'm open to suggestions. Please review and tell me how I can improve my writing, because I know this is probably really shitty.

EDIT: I made this chapter chapter two instead of chapter one. I added an intro, and I didn't want to add any authors notes to mess up the mood. Im really self conscious about it, so if you could drop a review of how you think I can improve it that would be lovely.

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Chapter 1: The Shire

60 Years Later...

I sat against a tree, the bark pressing into my back as I sighed and nestled in closer. My hands were clasped to either side of a small leather bound book, and the dappled sunlight of the old tree gave me just enough light and just enough shade to sit and read comfortably.

It was the end of a long hot summer, and the temperature had only just begun to dim down over the days to a more bearable degree.

In the distance, I heard the gentle clip clop of and approaching cart and horse. I paid no mind at first, until I heard the humming of a deep voice grow louder along with it. I sat straight up in excitement, listening again to the humming to confirm my suspicions. Tossing away the long stem of grass in my mouth, I ran.

I hiked up my dress, careering down hills, jumping over jogs, and dodging tree branches until I reached a small bank above the road.

Glowering, I crossed my arms and spoke, "You're late."

The cart halts to a slow stop, and an old man looks up and glowers straight back at me.

"A Wizard is never late, Frida Baggins, nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to."

We continue to glare at each other, but small giggles were fighting their way up the back of my throat.

A small snort came from him as his face broke into a smile, which in turn triggered my suppressed laughter as I leapt from my perch on the bank into the front seat of the cart, embracing the man.

"Oh it's wonderful to see you, Gandalf!"

Gandalf chuckles along with me, embracing me back.

"You didn't think I'd miss your Aunt Billa's birthday now, did you?"

"Of course not!" I smile, releasing Gandalf from my hug.

The cart rattled past a field of yellow lupin being tended to by a few hobbits. I watched momentarily before turning to Gandalf.

"So, what news of the outside world? Tell me everything!"

"Everything?" Gandalf repeated, a twinkle in his eye as he chuckled. "Far too eager and curious for a Hobbit. Most unnatural."

The cart traveled onwards, passing over a stone bridge and towards the busy Hobbit marketplace.

"Well, what can I tell you?" Gandalf began, "Life in the wide world goes on much as if it has past age. Full of its own comings and goings, scarcely even aware of the existence of Hobbits..."

He stopped talking, and seemed to survey the peaceful scene around him.

"…for which I am very thankful."

Around them, the busy bustle of the market place continues, a few Hobbits looking up at Gandalf in excitement, and a few exclamations of, "Look! It's Gandalf!"

Gandalf acknowledge these with a smile and a slight nod.

We role past the Green Dragon Inn and towards a small hill. At the top, we can see below us a small grassy clearing with several Hobbits pulling up tents. Gandalf lets out a small "Ah" as he peers over me to look at the clearing, just as a small banner is risen that says 'Happy Birthday Billa Baggins!' A few Hobbits clap and jump up and down.

"The long expected party. So, how is the old rascal? I hear it's going to be a Party of Special Magnificence."

"You know Billa… she's got he whole place in an uproar." I say, rolling my eyes but smiling nonetheless.

"Oh, well… that should please her." Gandlaf said in a tone equal to mine.

"Half the Shire's been invited."

"Good gracious me."

"She must be up to something." I say, resting my elbows on my knee and slouching over slightly, something Billa would have a fit about.

"Oh, really?" Gandalf said, waving back to a few Hobbits waving to him.

I looked up at him, shooting him a knowing look as he averts his eyes. "Alright then, keep your secrets." He chuckles, resting his hand back down.

"Before you came along we Bagginses were very well thought of."

"Indeed?"

"Never had any adventures or did anything unexpected." I say, scowling at him with a slight smile.

"If you're referring to the incident with the dragon, I was barely involved. All I did was give your Aunt a little… nudge out the door." He said, sniffing.

"Whatever you did, you've been officially labeled as a disturber of the peace." I laughed.

"Oh really?" Gandalf raised his eyebrows, turning to look at a Hobbit of the Proudfoot family, named Odo I believe, who eyed him with suspicion.

The cart made its way into the small village of Hobbiton, a quaint rustic settlement nestled amongst rolling green hills and large trees. We pass by countless burrows before we hear the excited shrieks of children behind us.

I turn around and smile at the crows of th children chasing after the cart.

"It's Gandalf! Gandalf!" One squeals with delight, raising her tiny arms above her head and giggling joyously.

Gandalf ignored the children's cries and held a straight face, keeping his eyes forward. The children soon notice and stop, standing deflated whilst watching us as we disappear up the lane. At that moment, spinning balls of bright color suddenly leap out form the back of the cart, fizzing over the heads of the delighted children.

Gandalf smiles at me, clearly well pleased with his joke. I turn again and even Odo is unable to suppress a chuckle.

As we pass by a pathway leading back to the meadow, I stand up from the cart as Gandalf reigns in the horse.

"Gandalf," I smile "I'm so glad you're back."

I grab the hems of my dress and leap from the cart.

I wave to him, and he smiles and waves back slightly.

"So am I, dear girl… so am I." I faintly hear under his breath as the cart rolls away.