This story will be based off of a mixture of movie and book of The Hobbit. I will drop some fun facts in the story and will try to use the characters real names such as with the trolls and Lobelia. Since it is in todays time all of the characters would be Human but more of classified into height. Hobbits will be 4' (very small and have the growth condition of Dwarfism) the dwarves will be 5' to 5'4". Humans 5'5 to 5'10" Elves 5'11" to 6'4" anything bigger will be about 6'7". The timeline will be a bit off as to make the story make more sense. but if some big even happens in the fic as it does in the book i will try to name the chapter after the one in the book.
Sorry for the long intro i hope you enjoy!
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that dreaded noise was all that filled the ears of Bilbo. he only ever had to awake to an alarm once in a blue moon whenever his mother actually decided to drag him to church with her. The peircing noise seemed to melt his ear drums until he couldn't even hear his own thoughts.
"Alright you blasted thing," he muttered as he slammed his small hand down onto the dusty clock. He was just about to get up when he closed his eyes in a small blink.
"GET UP! WHAT ARE YOU STILL DOING IN BED?" Bilbo's mother was shaking him awake. Apparently his blink turned into a twenty minute nap. He gazed at her running around his small bedroom throwing clothes at him and carrying on in her rampage which to him looked silly while she was still wearing her night clothes as well. "HONESTLY YOU WILL BE LATE FOR YOUR FIRST DAY!" for a religious woman his mother sure could scream. After a few more minutes of yelling his mother slammed the door shut, leaving him to get dressed.
He sat on the edge of his bed for a bit staring out the window into his yard. the neatly trimmed grass glittered with the fresh rain that had falled during the night. The sky was just beginning to brighten up as the sun peeked through the clouds. Even through his tired sand-filled eyes he could tell it was a beautiful morning, even if his tired limbs didnt feel the same.
"First day of school," He grumbled as he put on his jeans and tee shirt, "First day of hell is more like it" Bilbo's mother despite of her rude and harsh appearance was overly protective of him. She had home schooled him since he was little and sheltered him from a lot in his life. However when she had invited her church's knitting group over for their weekly meeting, and elderly man started talking about the school he works at and how wonderful it was and she fell in love with the idea of public school. Bilbo silently cursed that old man under his breath as he adjusted his soft curly hair in the mirror. "crazy old kook doesn't know how to let a man be"
He stared at his reflection in the mirror. His jeans were strapped on with a belt and cut off at the bottom, his Apple Jacks tee shirt was a extra small but still seemed too big, he looked like a hobo in is opinion,the only thing that seemed to fit was his sneakers size 8. Bilbo knew he had a growth defect that other kids didn't, his doctor said it was Dwarfism, he was atomically proportioned like a normal 17 year old but his height did not reach as high as it should have, in fact when he wasn't slouching he only reached about 4 feet. Being small didn't bother him too much, it was more of the fact that none of his clothes fit, or that he was often stopped from going into PG-13 movies and accused of being a small child. Biblo considered himself luckier than other people with dwarfism because of his "normal Proportions" his doctor said he didnt have to worry about joint issues that others like him do.
"Well atleast i got that to look forward to." he mumbled. He stared in the mirror for a bit longer, trying to adjust his clothes into a neater manner. He decided to ditch the t shirt and put on a big sweater that his mom knit for him. She was always knitting and always giving him the clothes, she was fairly good at it but all of her patterns were for regular sized people, so even her clothes she made were too big. When he thought he got it the best he could, Bilbo put on a navy blue beanie hat his mother knit and his fathers gold ring.
Bilbo's father had left them when he was 10. He was bilbo's idol until that day. He never knew what went wrong with his dads and his mothers marriage but one day his old man just took off his wedding ring and went out the front door. Bilbo had worn the ring on his right hand to remember his father, He use to wish on it every night that his dad would return but after 7 years of disappointment that habit slowly faded.
Bilbo walked into the kitchen fiddling with the ring too see his mother frantically running around collecting paper and pencils and shoving them into his school bag. the small leather backpack looked like it was about to explode with all of the gadgets she was stuffing it with.
"Your breakfast is on the counter, i made oatmeal and bacon, hurry up you can't miss the bus" she huffed as she tried to force the clasp on the backpack to shut. She almost looked like she was raging war on the small delicate clasp, bilbo felt bad for his abused pack.
Bilbo hopped up on the stool near the counter. He glanced at the grey soupy porridge and burnt bacon. His mother might have been a great knitter but a mountain troll could have cooked better food than she. he sighed and nibbled on his bacon a bit where it wasn't crispy.
"Mom, couldn't you just drive me into school?" He asked as he scrapped the oatmeal into the cats food dish, though he knew patsy wouldn't touch it either.
"No dear, i am working at the law firm all day today and Mr. Bree wants me there extra early."
"Can i just not go?"
"No" she hissed and threw the pack into bilbo's arms. "you will go and you will make friends your age, no more of your younger friends you need peers. so it is either bus or walk, which ever you choose"
She was right however, Biblo did need friends his age, he tended to stay home alone reading all day or once in a while he would babysit the neighbors children. With smaller kids he didn't feel as small and with the younger ones he never felt judged. But with the growing age gap of him and people his own height he knew it was about time to open up to the taller people in the world.
Bilbo huffed as he put the heavy pack on his back, "Fine, Ill walk"
"I put some snacks in your bag like gummies and an orange, share with your classmates"
"Okay i will" Bilbo lied as he reached for his skate board in the mudroom. The wheels left a bit of dirt on the wall, his mother would have a fit if she ever saw that. He slyly moved the coat rack over two inches to better cover up the smaller stain. "Bye mom!" he yelled and rushed out the door as not to get caught for the stain.
Outside, there were the familiar single story houses of the Shire Gated Community, Each and every single one looked so similar if you put them next to each other the only difference you could see was the gardens.
Even though it was early in the morning, The people on Bag End Road seemed to all be awake. some were trimming hedges and others were watering the flowers, everyone seemed to be in their daily routine.
Everyone on the street waved to him as he skated by, with all of his days of babysitting and homeschooling, he had gotten to know almost everyone in the Shire Gated Community pretty well. Bilbo knew almost everyone's schedule from just looking out the window, from 6-8 people did the gardening, from 8-4 they went to work in town, from 4-6 they relaxed outside or went for a walk, then from around 6:00 everyone returned to their house to repeat the same routine tomorrow. Nothing ever really changed in the Shire, nothing exciting ever happened, nothing at all but everyone seemed content with it.
"Bilbo!"
He stopped his skate board with a skid of his shoe, almost toppling over by the jolt. He popped his head up to look around for whoever was calling his name only to find Lobelia Sackville glaring at him from her garden, she had tied her hair back with a kerchief and in her gloved hand she held a potato that looked about as pissed off as she did.
"Oh god what is it now?' he growled to himself. He was generally a very well behaved kid but for some reason Lobelia and all other Sackvilles seemed to hate his family. Even if he gave her 1000$ she would still greet him with a growl that looked like she had ammonia stuck up her nose.
"Stop riding that death trap through out the community you look like a hooligan!" Her voice pierced the humid morning air. She had stood up and walked over to the white picket fence around her yard.
"Sorry Miss Sackville," Biblo said, he kicked up his skate board into his hand and walked over to the fence to talk to the lady. He looked up into her pursed lipped scowl and retained a small laugh for she reminded him of a kid that ate a lemon. She bent down to talk to him, bilbo hated when anyone did this, he wasn't a little kid, you don't have to bend over to look at him.
"When is your mother's weekly get together? I have been looking forward to it all week, and now with you going to public school the party wil be a bit more peaceful" Even though Lobelia hated the Baggins she always came to his mother garden parties for cake and tea. How ever Bilbo always suspected it was just so she could steal their fancy silver wear. After her visits they always seem to be short on spoons.
"Oh it is this wednesday at 4:00" Bilbo said, as he tried to remember the refrigerator calendar. "But thank you for reminding me, I have to pick up plastic spoons for the party!" He smirked as Lobelia's would- be smile faded a bit. "Have a good day!" He chirped as he walked around the corner of the street rolling his eyes. What a terrible lady.
The ride to school was a short one, he even got there before the bus, even after getting lost a couple times once he got outside the shire. The school was huge though still not the biggest in Middle Earth County. The building was made out of red brick and it reached almost three stories. On the arch of the front doors said Mirkwood High School in navy letters and below that was smaller gold lettering "Home of Woodland Elks". Bilbo thought it was a weird mascot but was glad he didn't go to Minas Tirith High School who was the Home of the white trees.
He kicked up his skate board and adjusted his backpack straps farther up onto his shoulder. "Here we go" he whispered and started to walk towards the front doors.
Outside there were kids already walking towards the building, some stopped and stared as he walked by, others pointed, but most tried to look and find a parent or mother as if he were a lost child. Bilbo just smiled and waved at them and continued on his way as they feebly waved back.
though what he thought waas bad outside was even worse inside kids were running around trying to get their books ready for class. He wasn't noticed that much in there but with all of the bustle he almost got trampled a couple of times. Biblo was tossed and turned every which way until the bell rang and everyone dispersed to their classes. By the time the hallway cleared, he had found that he was in a completely different section of the school.
"How did i end up here?" he groaned. he needed to find the principals office so he could get his schedule and head off to class, but he didn't know where that was. Bilbo wasn't even sure he was on the first floor anymore. He looked around for someone to ask but the halls were barren, the only thing that showed that there was some kind of life in the building was the low chatter coming from the classrooms around him. Bilbo headed down the hallway in search of someone to help him.
The halls seemed like a maze but after 15 minutes of confused wandering he had found himself in what seemed like a library. Biblo spotted the Librarian behind his desk fiddling with some papers. He walked past all of the book shelves which were neatly organized by the duodecimal system and made his way towards the elderly man.
The Man's face seemed word but cheerful, even if he wasn't smiling, he had kind eyes. His suite was completely grey just like his long beard the only thing on the man that seemed out of place was his grey baseball cap. A shiny silver name tag hung from his chest and in black letters is read MR GANDALF GREY.
"Mr. Grey," Bilbo said, but the man didn't hear him, "MR. GREY!" he almost shouted the name at the man. Gandalf looked up for the source of the noise then leaned of the desk to see Bilbo standing there gawking at him.
"Oh Mr. Baggins I was wondering when you would decide to come to public school," The old man smiled and leaned back in his chair. "How may an old man be of service today?"
"How did you know my name?" Bilbo was dumb founded at how cheery the man was.
"Don't you recognize me?" Gandalf chuckled, "I go to your mother's knitting club! yes i told her all about Rohan High,"
"Oh right," bilbo had found the man that had ruined his routinely life.
"Yes, well how may i help a young Baggins today?"
"Well Mr. Grey-"
"Oh please call me Gandalf"
"Okay Mr. Gandalf-"
"Just Gandalf is fine"
"Well Gandalf, I got lost looking for the Principals office, can you point me in the direction?"
"Oh right!" Gandalf chuckled as he stood up, "Well you have strone very far from that section of the school,"The man stood up and started walking across the library, "I will have one of our friends of the library show you the way,"
Bilbo and Gandalf approaches a boy with long blond hair. He was sitting at a desk reading a book that was written in latin and started writing notes on a piece of paper. The boy wore a green jacket and some brown pants, his face was very fare and his skin the same. He seemed so graceful almost unreal, Bilbo wouldn't have been surprised if he took ballet classes in his free time.
"Legolas! The boy here needs your assistance," Gandalf said to the blond haired man.
Bilbo thought he saw the boy's ears perk up but he couldn't tell from underneath the long hair. "You dont need to yell Gandalf i can hear you just fine," Legolas looked up at Gandalf then glanced at Bilbo, "To the childrens section?"
"I'm seventeen!"
"No Legolas, he just needs to go to the principals office for his orientation," Gandalf said
"Well he is a bit far for that!" Legolas said as he looked at the clock, "Yeah i think i have time to take him downstairs,"
Gandalf smiled, "That would be much appreciated," He turned to Bilbo, "Tell your mother that the next knitting club will be at my house, i made some pastries" Gandalf turned and left Bilbo with Legolas who sighed and started packing up his things.
"So where are you from?" Legolas asked, he had slung his bag over his shoulder and started to walk out the door of the library. Legolas was a very tall and lean boy, he was almost 6 foot 2 by Bilbos estimate. He had to run to keep up with the blond haired kid.
Bilbo huffed as he tried to keep up, "I'm- from- the - shire-"
"Oh the gated community? thats a nice place very quiet"
"Yeah- your-telling-me" Bilbo wheezed, he was pretty fit for his age but his 10 ton backpack didn't help.
"Would you like me to slow down?" Legolas smiled behind him and slowed his pace so Bilbo was only speed walking instead of running.
"Thanks" Bilbo stated and he caught his breath. He followed the kids throughout the school, into sections he hadn't seen yet from his wanderings. They headed down some stairs, Legolas taking them two at a time while Bilbo only one. At the bottom of the stairs Legolas waited for him.
"Welp here you go, the principals office," across the hallway there was a door with "PRINCIPAL" written on the glass.
"thankyou" Bilbo said
"don't mention it" Legolas then left at his normal pace and was halfway down the hall when Bilbo looked back at him.
Bilbo took a gulp of air as he entered the room. the room was perfectly square a secretary sat at a desk, she was reading a book while painting her nails a bright juicy red colour. It almost looked like blood on an animals claws.
"I'm Here to see the principal," Bilbo said.
"The principal is busy," she said without even looking up from her nails. her voice was probably the most annoying thing Bilbo had ever heard. He had to keep the conversation short so he could avoid his ears from bleeding.
"who would i talk too to get my schedule?"
The Lady rolled her eyes, and gave a huff. she pressed a button on the phone with one of her bloodied claws and spoke into the receiver, "Principal Thranduil theres a boy who needs a schedule," she screeched into the phone.
"So he is available?"
"yeah kid i just didnt want to be bothered,"
Bilbo sighed as a man came out holding some papers. He was another very tall man who had longer hair just like Legolas, though this man's hair was white. Bilbo thought long hair was a bit odd to have if you were the principal of a school, but this guy pulled it off with grace. He looked very stern and unhappy. He should meet Lobelia, Bilbo thought.
"Ah, Bilbo Baggins," he said his voice was even colder and unloving then he was, not someone Bilbo would like to cross, "You are late,"
"Sorry I got lost-"
"Then perhaps i should draw you a map or do you think it is better to waste time?" He stated coldly. He shoved some papers into Bilbos hands, "Here are your syllabuses for all of your classes and your schedule for the term,"
"Thank you," bilbo grumbled ad he glanced over the sheet.
"Your Locker number is 221 and i am sure you don't need a map to find the door," Thranduil stated curtly and then turned on his heels and went back to his office.
"My your short" the secretary said, finally looking up from her book and nails.
Bilbo rolled his eyes, it was going to be a long day.