(OPEN) and then it started to rain

[FRODO BAGGINS]

Frodo was lying on a big branch of a tree with one hairy foot hanging over the edge and moving back and forth. He closed the book he was reading for a moment with a deep sigh and glanced up at the blue sky above him. The white clouds lazily passed by and formed different mythical creatures and words. Some in Elfish, others in normal English. He looked at the clouds for a while and dreamt of the adventure he had just read about. It was about fair maidens and dragons. One of his favourite stories. One with a fearless hero who saves them all. There is nothing like a good adventure; especially because this hero usually takes on a journey to an unknown country and experiences a lot. Frodo wished that it was him. He wished that he could travel like Bilbo does. Perhaps his uncle would take him with him on one of his adventures…
The dark haired hobbit let out a deep sigh as he closed his eyes for a moment. The book was still open and rested on his small stomach. He liked lying here though. Away from all the hustle in Hobbiton. Visitors and family members kept on knocking on the door to Bag End. People already knew about Uncle Bilbo’s birthday, and they all wanted to go to the special party. Half of the Shire was already invited and more wanted to join. Frodo just wanted to lay here in his favourite tree and listen to the rattle of the green leaves as the warm summer breeze blew through them.
He had no idea for how long he had been lying there, but suddenly the sky turned grey. He opened his eyes again when he noticed that the sun had disappeared behind big heavy clouds that threatened with rain. In the distance he heard a quiet thunder approaching and a lightening flashed through the sky. Frodo quickly jumped down from the tree, put the book underneath his brown jacket and started running. It was too far to Hobbiton and he would never make it before the rain started, so he quickly headed towards Mister Maggot’s barn. He was sure that the old farmer wouldn’t mind Frodo using it as a shelter for the rain.
He just managed to run in before the heavy drops as big as his fist started to fall down from the dark sky. The young hobbit shook his curly haired head and looked outside at the wet grounds that got flushed by the water. He hoped that it wouldn’t rain for long otherwise he would have to spend the night here. He turned around and looked at the hay bales that were placed on top of each other and the smell from the dry grass reached his nostrils. Well, on the other hand… He wouldn’t mind staying here.