A/N: Frodo is about 13 (8) and visiting Bilbo after his parents's death. The first part is Frodo's POV and the second is Gandalf's.

I peeped around my uncle's legs. I felt safe behind my uncle. Not that I was afraid of the wizard before me, but his height was rather intimidating, and he looked a little gruff. Wasn't this the wizard that had whisked my uncle off on that wonderous adventure many years ago? Maybe, I would be lucky enough that he would whisk me away too, and Bilbo and me...I mean, Bilbo and I could go on an adventure. I quickly scanned the area for any dwarves waiting. I saw none and turned my attention back to Gandalf. He seemed to be studying me very closely and I was now aware that Bilbo was no longer in between us. I felt even smaller under Gandalf's scrutinizing gaze. But somehow I knew that I would be seeing alot of this wizard in the years to come. Then he smiled at me from under those bushy brows and said,

"Well, Frodo Baggins, it is nice to meet you."

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I gazed down at the nephew or cousin or what not that Bilbo had hiding behind his back. Big blue eyes peeped out from behind the bachelor. Aparantly, the lad's parents had just died. Poor little thing. He had a way of envoking pity in my heart that I had not known many times before. But he also seemed tough underneath. Maybe no one else perceived the strength of will and heart beneath that fair skin and those blue eyes, but I could. Somehow I knew that the Valar had something great in store for this small boy. I had a feeling that I would be seeing alot of this lad in the years to come. With amusment, I realized he was studying me closely as well. I smiled at the lad and said,

"Well, Frodo Baggins, it is nice to meet you."