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Full Moon Surprises

Running is the best thing in the world. It sets you free, keeps you from remembering. I think that is the only reason, I love the shift. Otherwise, it is my bane, the only reason to hate myself. Don't get me wrong it is a beautiful thing, but for were-hobbits who have lost their family, their pack, it is difficult. Hobbits usually have big families, big packs. Big families usually mean closer packs, more tight knit groups, with closer bonds between each member. To be fair the Tooks did ask if I wanted to go running with them. It's just, just not the same. My wolf mourns the race between my mother and I. The comfort my father gives, when I lose the race. After a long hunt we would curl around each other. I wish they hadn't gone hunting without me, or that they took me with them. Then we would at least be together.

This full moon was different. There were new wolves in the area. A new pack. They smelled different than a were-hobbit. Instead of grass and earth, they smelt like stone and soot. They smelled powerful. After a quick hunt I rushed home, hoping these new wolves did not stay around for long. Curled on the rug next to my bed watching the moon set, I felt the shiver of change run down my back. Relaxing my muscles to hopefully ease the change a little I felt bones start to pop and crack. My golden fur retracted slowly, then faster as if it were racing my muscles. Soon a young hobbit, with honey tea colored skin and glowing green eyes, dragged himself onto the bed. With a moan and slight stretch, to slightly relieve the tension of the shift, drifted off to sleep. Once Bilbo was comfortable on the bed, he slowly drifted into unconsciousness.

The next morning dawned bright and early. With a groan and soft thump on the ground, Bilbo slowly maneuvered his abused and sore body into the kitchen. In his birthday suit he doesn't even think twice in creating a scrumptious breakfast with huge portions of bacon, eggs, and sausage. He hoped these would ease his roaring stomach, and re-energize his muscles a bit faster. Slowly he shuffled into his room to change into proper attire, for it was always after the full moon that someone came to visit him.

After luncheon Bilbo took a smoke break outside. Bilbo felt his body relax fully in the warm sunshine. His relaxed didn't last long because the breeze decided then was a perfect time to blow an electric scent into his poor, sensitive nose.

"Gandalf!" Bilbo yelped jerking up right while both hands clapped over his nose.

With a chuckle Gandalf stated, "Well my boy, I see that your nose is as sharp as ever!"

While glaring at Gandalf, Bilbo wiped his dripping eyes on a pocket-handkerchief.

"Well, if your scent would not try and spark my poor nose off it would possibly be better than now!" Bilbo exclaimed with a broad grin.

With a chuckle and sparkle to his eye Gandalf stated, "It is lovely to see you as well, Bilbo."

Shifting out of the breeze so he could no longer be in full effect of Gandalf's scent Bilbo smiled, "It is wonderful to see you as well! Can I invite you inside for some tea? It has been so long since you were last in the Shire."

"That it has! Unfortunately Bilbo I have business to attend to here in the Shire." Gandalf sighed, "you don't by chance have any idea where I might find a were-hobbit with a very sharp nose, now do you?"

Bilbo froze. With wide eyes he squeaked, "N-n-now, why would you be looking for a sharp nosed were-hobbit?"

With a knowing smile Gandalf lightly stated, "Oh, just to bring out an old friend who decided it would be a good idea to tuck himself away."

With a glare in response to the raised eyebrow, Bilbo raised a finger towards Gandalf. "Now see here I am perfectly happy 'tucking myself away'! I do not need any meddling wizards trying to change me, for what they believe is the best! You are still very welcome to tea, but this matter is closed!"

"Bilbo," Gandalf sighed, "They died 20 years ago. They would not wish for you to stay at home, and wallow the rest of your life away! I guess if you are sure. . .?" Gandalf raised his brow at the firm looking hobbit standing in front of him. Then broke out into a grin, "That's settled you will just have to come anyway!" With that he turned around and marched down the road to shout a little ways away, "I will see you tomorrow! Afternoon, Bilbo!"

To that Bilbo's jaw nearly hit the ground with his shock. Then Gandalf was gone nearly as quick as he had arrived. With a groan Bilbo smacked his forehead against his front door, "What have I been drug into."

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The next day Bilbo stood in front of his over stocked pantry. He didn't know what Gandalf had in store for him, but he knew it was going to cost him a lot of food.

Reaching, his hand back to rub the back of his neck, Bilbo sighed, "Whatever he may want, just say no. The answer is no Bilbo, remember that!"

He started at the sudden ringing of his door bell. With a curious glance at the clock, he made his way towards the door.

Slowly edging his door his door open, he started with huge eyes, at a very muscular were-dwarf. A beta he knew with absolutely no doubt in his mind. He also could smell how powerful this wolf was.

"Well," The bald were-dwarf all but growled out, "I didn't think you would be an omega. Dwalin, at your service." With a bow he took his cloak off, and hung it on a peg. With another sniff to the air he made his way towards the smell of food in Bilbo's dining room.

After a few moments Bilbo closed the door as he turned to stare at the were-dwarf's back. He noticed the grey-blue hair and the tattoos across his scalp and his biceps. He was more than likely the second in command, but of that he wasn't sure. He slowly followed the beta wolf into the eating area, glad that he made a roast as well as a chicken. There were vegetables and fruits although the meat completely out matched them. They were mostly there for Gandalf although he knew he would eat some of them as well. Though he was not sure about the dwarf in his home, as he opened his mouth to ask if this 'Dwalin' needed anything else, the door rang. With a deep sigh he braced himself, for what else Gandalf had in store for him.