Hello my fellow fanfiction-ers! I am FeelthePainofPropane and I am here to bring you an epic tale combining two of my favorite universes: Redwall and The Hobbit. It surprises me that nobody has ever thought of doing a Redwall story based on The Hobbit; I think it would be brilliant! So I took it upon myself to do it.

A couple of note before we begin. First, this isn't necessarily a crossover. This story will only be loosely based on The Hobbit. I will be putting in my own characters in the story, with a couple of characters sharing names.

Second, this will be my first multi-chapter story. I am not a professional writer, so if I make any mistakes or need any improvement, do not hesitate to give me advise.

So, with no more ado, let us BEGIN!


Prologue

Spring had once again come to Redwall, and in full force. The trees of Mossflower Woods were reclaiming their leaves after the barrenness of winter and wild flowers blanketed the forest floor. Meanwhile, robins and goldcrests could be seen gathering supplies for nests and singing their sweet tunes. Inside the abbey, beauty permeated every acre; cowslips, primroses, and bluebells mingled with the outside lawns, fruit trees in the orchard were beginning to bloom, and the red sandstone walls of the abbey were illuminated into a bright pink. It was truly a site to behold.

This spring beauty was lost, however, on one abbeybeast. A doormouse, gray furred and wrinkled from age, was sitting in a padded desk chair inside the abbey gatehouse. He was dressed in a white undershirt with a red vest and trousers. He was oblivious to the molts of dust that surrounded him as he bent over his desk, furiously writing on an empty piece of parchment. Suddenly, a sharp knock sounded on the gatehouse door. The doormouse gave out a huff of annoyance.

"No, thank you! We don't want any more visitors, well-wishers, or nosy loiterers!"

"And what about nephews delivering a bit of lunch?"

The old mouse recognized the voice instantly. He got up from his desk and briskly walked over to the door. Standing outside was a much younger-looking mouse dressed in a simple green habit. The youth was a fair bit taller than the elder mouse, and apart from a few minor differences, was the spitting image of his elder. With him was a lunch tray with a leek and mushroom pastie, fresh spring salad, candied apples and a beaker of strawberry cordial.

"Ah, Frollo, my boy, come in! I was wondering when old Friar Bardo was going to send over my lunch. What took you so long, lad?"

The younger mouse entered the gatehouse and headed towards the desk as the elder closed the door behind him.

"Sorry uncle, I kept on being stopped by everybeast asking me where you were. I think Sister Sackville has been telling everyone that you're in here counting your overflowing wealth, again."

"Ugh, it was one small chest, hardly overflowing. And it still smells like rat!"

As the youth set the lunch tray down upon the desk, his eye wondered towards the parchment.

"Oh! Uncle, is this the story you are working on?"

The older mouse rushed over and covered up the parchment with his paws before stuffing it away.

"Yes, yes it is, and I don't want anyone to see it just yet, not even you, my boy. I want this tale to be completely finished before I read it out to the abbey."

The youth became disheartened by his uncle's secrecy towards him. The older mouse noticed this and put a reassuring paw on his broad shoulder.

"Oh, don't be so down, my lad. In fact, when this book is finished, you will be the first one I show it to. How does that sound?"

The youth gave back a small smile and took his elder's paw in his. He then exited the gatehouse and started to make his way back towards the abbey. With his lunch finally at his side, the old mouse sat back down in his padded chair and took out the parchment once more. He dipped his quill in a nearby ink pot and held it to mouth, as he usually did when thinking.

"Now...where to begin?"


I will try to update this story as frequently as I can. Since the summer is coming up, I'll have plenty of time to do it, but on the other hand, I am a slow writer, so bear with me.

Other than that, good night and joy be with you all!