So I've published a lot of stories for Lord of the Rings…well actually I've written a lot, I haven't published a lot, but anyway, I'm going to try to write for the Hobbit because I can.

I hope to start writing again, I've sort of taken a MUCH needed…like year off due to personal reasons I don't care to share with anyone, I have such a love and passion for writing that I realized what was making me so miserable in life was the fact that I stopped writing and publishing for not only this site, but tons of other ones too! So, I'm back!

So instead of the typical girl-falls-in-ME, how about we read about a girl who has ALWAYS lived in Middle Earth? And you know what? She prefers thick forests filled with spiders, and goblin filled mountains and the company of dwarves and Hobbits and elves over the cities that, unbeknownst to her, she was born in.

So, readers, I am pleased to introduce you to my newest creation: Brielle. I hope you like her, because she loves you.

Enjoy!

I do not own. All credit goes to J.R.R. Tolkien and Peter Jackson (because some of this is movie based)

Bilbo

"Where are you going?"

Brielle gasped, "Bilbo, don't scare me like that!"

"Where are you going?"

"That way!" the girl pointed towards the East Farthing, "I'll be going now!"

"Brielle, I want you home by sunset."

"Yes, mum." She rolled her big amber eyes and, with a wave, began trotting down the gravel path, her hair flying behind her.

It's been almost a year since I found her stumbling onto my porch sporting a major head ache and a severe case of amnesia. She only knew her name because of the locket around her neck with Brielle engraved into it. Even after I nursed her back to physical health, she still didn't remember anything except her age.

I took out my pipe and began to smoke it, lazily making smoke rings thinking back on this year when the oddest thing happened! A wisp of smoke flew back and hit me in the nose!

Startled, I opened my eyes only to see a man in all grey hovering over me.

He stared back with an amused twinkle in his eyes.

I stared back, unnerved by his peculiar behavior before offering a polite, "Good morning."

"What do you mean? Do you mean to wish me a good morning or do you mean that it is a good morning whether I want it or not? Or perhaps you mean that you feel good on this particular morning? Or are you simply stating that this is a good morning to be good of?" the man said, his voice gruff.

"A-All of them at once, I suppose," I replied, dumbfounded.

He looked at me and made a deep sound in the back of his throat.

Turning to get up and walk away, I glanced back, "Can I help you?"

"That remains to be seen," he started, "I'm looking for someone to share in an adventure…" he gave me a pointed look.

Adventure?! What?!

"An adventure? No I don't imagine anyone west of Bree would have much interest in adventures. Nasty, disturbing, uncomfortable things. Make you late for dinner!" I pulled the mail from the box and looked down at them, feigning interest. "Uhhh, good morning!" I puffed my pipe and turned quickly to the door.

"To think that I should have lived to be good morning-ed by Belladonna Took's son, as if I were selling button at the door!" The old man snapped.

"I beg your pardon…"

"You've changed, and not entirely for the better, Bilbo Baggins."

"I'm sorry, do I know you?" I asked courteously.

"Well you know my name! Only you don't remember I belong to it! I'm Gandalf! And Gandalf means…me." He said, cocking his head slightly.

"Not Gandalf the wandering wizard who made such excellent fireworks! Old Took used to have them on Midsummer's Eve!" I laughed, "I had no idea you were still in business…"

"And where else should I be?" he gave me a bemused look.

I almost replied with, "dead"…but instead I cleared my throat and puffed my pipe.

"Well I am pleased to find you remember something about me, even if it's only my fireworks. Well that's decided! It'll be very good for you! And most amusing for me! I shall inform the others." He said.

"Inform the who? No! No, no, no, wait! We do not want any adventures here! No-."

"Yes we do!" a familiar voice piped up from the roof.

Brielle…

"Brielle, hush! We do not want-!"

"Yes. We. Do!" she stated, "When do we leave?"

"I wasn't aware you had company, Mr. Baggins." Gandalf smiled, "Hello, child. And what might your name be?"

"Oh Gandalf, you know me!" She hopped from the roof and landed rather gracefully next to me, "And you also know that I'm no child! I am almost seventeen!"

"Brielle…Brielle! Now that name sounds familiar. You were the little rascal that stole all my fireworks! Why, I do recall speaking to you once or twice. Now," I cut him off. How did he know her, anyway?

"No! No adventures! I mean it-," I tried.

"He needs it! Bilbo has no excitement in his life!"

"No!" I roared, "No adventures! Not today, I suggest you try…over the hill or across the water! Brielle!" she raced inside and I glanced back at Gandalf, "Good morning."

I closed the door behind me and locked it, breathing a sigh of relief.

"Thank goodness that is over with!" I smiled at Brielle, who turned away from me with a pout on her lips.

"Oh, Brielle, dear, an adventure? Really? You run around all the Shire from dawn to dusk wreaking havoc and giving everyone around you trouble; you run through rivers and come home soaking wet; you climb trees and come home covered in branches; you chase animals and return with mud caked on your boots and in your hair…isn't that enough adventure?" I pleaded, wincing at how ridiculous all of her escapades are.

She turned to me, her eyes full of life, passion, and rebellion, "No."

XXX

I had just sat down for dinner, the seat across from me empty, but that was to be expected.

"She hasn't sat down for any meal with you in years, Bilbo." I said to myself.

Suddenly, a knock at the door sounded throughout the hole.

"Who could that?"

I opened the door to see a large dwarf with tattoos covering his arms and head standing in my doorway.

"Dwalin. At your service." He said, coming in and then asking, "Which way is it, laddie?"

"Which way? To what?"

"The food!"

Now I stand, watching him shove mouthful after mouthful into his mouth before asking for more. I quickly took a roll before handing him the basket full of them.

Another knock.

"Balin," a white haired dwarf said, "At your service."

Then I stood, probably looking like a fool blabbering to myself as I saw these brothers first bash heads together, then ransack my pantry, and finally, accept my "apology" before resuming their pillaging.

Yet another knock, this time belonging to two younger dwarves. A blonde and a brunette. I presumed brothers.

"Fili." Said the blonde.

"And Kili." Said the brunette.

"At your service." They said in unison.

"You must be Mr. Boggins!" Kili said, smiling brightly.

"Nope, you can't come in. You've come to the wrong house!" And you said my name wrong I added internally.

I tried to shut the door, but Kili pushed it open, "What? Has it been cancelled?"

"No one told us!" Fili said.

"Cancelled? No nothings been cancelled!"

Kili smiled, "Well that's a relief."

They both walked in as if they owned the place!

"Careful with these, I just had them sharpened." Fili placed swords in my hands.

"It's nice, this place. Did you do it yourself?" Kili glanced around.

"Uh, no, it's been in the family for years. That's my mother's glory box, can you please not do that!" I scolded him after he tried to scrape his boots off on it.

"Fili, Kili, come on, give us a hand!" I believe it was Dwalin, called, taking Kili and leading him to my kitchen.

"Mister Dwalin…" The young dwarf exclaimed in awe before being dragged by Dwalin to "give them a hand."

"We'll have to shove this in the hall if we want to get everyone in." Balin commanded.

"Everyone? How many more are there?" I was ignored, but I heard another knock and muffled voices from outside the door.

"Oh no…no…no…! There's no body home!" I shouted, "Go away! And bother somebody else! There are far too many dwarves in my dining room as it is!"

I opened the door and a whole group of dwarves fell into the house, cursing and grumbling amongst themselves; then there was Gandalf, peaking in with a twinkle in his eye.

So this is all his doing…

XXX

Wicked time traveling oh my god to after Thorin arrives and they end their meeting. There IS reason for skipping the meeting.

Still Bilbo's point of view

All the dwarves were gathered in the sitting room around the fire. A comfortable silence filled the air as they all looked around, deep in their own thoughts. Well it was silent until Fili murmured, "Who does that belong to?" His eyes drawn to a bow and a quiver full of arrows in the corner.

I imagine the question was directed more to himself and maybe Kili, but seeing as how I knew the answer, and it gave me something to talk about, I replied, "That belongs to the other person residing in my home."

Thorin snapped his head and stared at me darkly, "There is another who dwells here? I was not informed." The last bit was directed at Gandalf, who sat idly smoking his pipe.

"That is because she is not of concern to you yet, Master Dwarf." I saw a familiar twinkle in his eye.

"Yet? She is not of his concern yet? She will not be of his concern ever!" I snapped, "Ever!"

"Is she your lady, Mr. Baggins?" Bofur grinned and gave me a wink, "She should accompany us! We could use some entertainment!"

My blood boiled and I flushed immediately, "No, she is not 'my lady', I'll have you know!" I jumped up and pointed my finger at him, "She is a child! My niece, and she will not accompany us!"

The shushed him.

As well it should! I thought to myself.

"Your niece? Is she here now?" Kili asked, his eyes bright, "How old is she?"

Thorin growled a warning and Kili quieted and looked down, and frown on his face.

"She is not in the house, but she is somewhere out there. I never know where she is…" I admitted, suddenly ashamed at the realization that I never knew where she was and I hardly ever saw her.

"She's a wild one, she is." Gandalf started, "Always causing mischief," I saw Kili look up with a smile, "such a troublemaker! But she warms my old heart. It's a pleasure to be in her company." He chuckled warmly and continued puffing his pipe.

"She is a brat, isn't she?" I surprised myself with a laugh, my thoughts flooding with short flashbacks of her many escapades and misadventures, "She leaves early in the morning and comes back late at night with a bunch of treasures she found…"

"Or stole." Gandalf said quickly, "She is more of a burglar than you, Mr. Baggins."

"Yes, well, that may be so, but she isn't ready for an adventure." The moment I said it I knew it was a lie. Gandalf did to by the look he shot me.

"Is that so? I still remember the little girl who would run around Hobbiton shooting rocks at people and throwing mud at innocents; I still remember the little girl who swung from tree branches and spoke of hunting for trolls and wanting to shave an elf because she thought they were too prissy," this earned barks of laughter from the much interested Dwarves. I even saw a smile tug at Thorin's lips, "And I most definitely remember the little girl speaking of the Dwarves of Erebor and how unfair it was that they were chased from their home. Why, I even recall her stomping around and shouting about how she wants to kill Smaug in the worst of ways. Do you remember any of that, Bilbo Baggins? But, I highly doubt she'd be interested in an adventure. Her? Never!" I narrowed my eyes at the cocky wizard.

"I do believe you made that up. She does not know of dwarves."

"Of course she does. I told her myself!"

"She'd get herself killed!" I snorted, leaning back in my chair.

"You give her little credit, Bilbo."

"Yeah, Bilbo!" someone shouted from the window.

There Brielle crouched on the window sill, a tear in her legging a little too high above her knee for my likings, mud splattered all over her clothes, and her hair a complete disaster, falling in her face and causing her signature mischievous gleam to give her a rebellious aura.

She gave me a smirk and opened her mouth to say something when something caught her eye. They left me and looked to her right, her amber orbs falling on a certain young, brown haired dwarf.

"I didn't know we were having company." She glanced at me.

"If you knew would you have come home earlier and not look like such a wreck?" I questioned.

Brielle gave me a bright smile and chirped, "Nope!"

Hopping in the house, she trotted out of the room down the hall.

I watched her go and sigh gently.

"Kili!" Thorin snapped, I turned to see Kili staring after her with a smile gracing his face and a glazed over look in his eyes.

Fili nudged him and cleared his throat. Kili shook his head and sat back with a content smile and sweetly look up at his uncle and brother, "Uncle? Brother?"

"No." was all Thorin said before turning back to stare into the flames.

We sat in silence once more.

That ends my first chapter! I'll try to update again today, but remember to review, please! A side note, the character Brielle is for my best friend Lili, so if you like Bri, leave a review and let me know! If you have any suggestions for the story please message me or review…and have a beautiful day, lovelies! Thanks for reading!

Oh! And I plan on putting a link to a picture of someone who looks like Brielle so you have an idea.

Review please!