(OPEN) true to the end, no finer friend

[FRODO BAGGINS]

It was early morning and the young hobbit stretched lazily in his bed and yawned. The sun shined through the small windows of Bag End and reached his nose. It tickled him a bit and he softly and slowly opened one eye to peek out on the room he was lying in. It was a bit messy; filled with books, parchments and maps. Some clothes from yesterday were lying on the floor – a small black spider had just crawled in under the brown pants in an attempt to find a darker place to hide. That little spider was not fond of the sharp morning sun.
Frodo sat up in his bed and reached out for the pants with his foot. He removed carefully the spider by letting it crawl out of a small opening in the window. He did not mind spiders at all. That poor fellow was probably more afraid of him than he was of it. He did not understand those people who had arachnophobia. The spiders were nothing to be scared of. The biggest ones were at the size of his fist and they were all nice and friendly. Especially the ones that lives in Bilbo’s old chest. They seemed to like the darkness there.
Frodo put on some clothes, made his bed and walked out into the kitchen. He puttered himself some bread with cheese and jam and ate it as he stood and looked out of the window. A butterfly had just landed on a pink flower outside and batted elegantly with its wings. It made the young hobbit smile, and he wondered how it would be to be a butterfly for a moment. He would love to be able to fly and see different countries. The world must look so small from high above.
Frodo let out another sigh and walked towards the entrance of Bag End and opened the door. He took an apple from a bowel that was placed on a small cupboard in the room and peeked out. He was looking for his good friend Sam who should hopefully come by today. Frodo took a bite of the apple as his blue eyes scanned their small garden. Sam had really done a great job with it. He was such a good gardener.