Disclaimer: I do knot own any of the original LOTR charecters, just Canior, you'll see who he is soon enough.

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"Ah, here we are, Bill, Hobbiton. I knew mother would lead us well." I looked up to the starry sky and patted my pony. The brightest star was guiding us on to Hobbiton.

Hobbiton. A quaint little town nestled deep into the Shire. I remember mother telling me about the Hobbits, or Halflings, as some know them by. A simple folk. They usually want nothing to do with the world, and the world in turn ignores them.

Hobbits look like men, but are about half the size. They usually have curly brown hair, round faces, and hairy, shoeless feet. I always wanted to meet a hobbit. Mother spoke so dearly of them. And meet a hobbit I shall.

When the road got rough, I moved so I was walking directly in front of Bill. Bill was my pony who carried my stuff for me. He was mother's, so I valued him greatly. I liked walking, so I gave my things to Bill and walked by his side. The forest became an eerie quiet. I didn't hear anything, like there was nothing to be heard. But I felt that something was there.

So I looked behind me, then down.

Standing there, was a hobbit. I nearly laughed at his size, but that would be rude, and Bill had disappeared. He looked not four feet tall, and I was nearing six. He was wearing dark green trousers along with a hooded cloak of the same color. It was buckled so I could not see the shirt. His hair was more of a sandy color, yet still fairly curly. I was wearing my dark blue cloak and brown trousers. I have pretty short but not too short mousy brown hair. My eyes are dark green and a little gray ringing the outer edges of my irises.

"Who are you?" He asked kindly.

"I am Canior Haleth." I stated.

"Samwise Gamgee. You might tell me what you're doing here. There are others here, you know, sir. They might not be too friendly with a man like yourself." Samwise smiled. "You can also just call me Sam." He added as I thought of an answer.

"My mother spoke so fondly of your folk, and since she passed, I've been wanting to come here and see everything for myself." Sam looked sympathetic.

"Come on. I'll take you somewhere." He began to walk down the path.

"Wait. What about my pony?" I searched for Bill in the trees, but he had disappeared.

"I'll make sure he's cared for, sir. These are a safe wood. He'll be fine."

"Hope I wont need any of my stuff soon." I said to myself. Glancing nervously back into the forest, I hurried after Sam.

"No one will see you in this dark, but you best hurry and be quiet, not everyone will accept you with open arms." He paused for a moment and then said. "I'll take you to Bag End. I'm sure Mr. Bilbo will let you stay." I looked in awe at the houses. They seemed to be carved into the side of the hills themselves. Each with round little doors and round little windows. How did they build these?

Sam navigated through the streets with ease, even in the dark. We walked in silence for sometimes, my boots making barely any noise, along with his bare feet.

After walking up one of the hills, he turned and gestured to one of the little round doors. It looked green, but was too dark to tell. He smiled, walked up to it, and rasped on it.

A few moments later, a grumbling of something very tired could be heard from inside. A lock was fumbled with, clicked, and the door swung open. In the doorway stood and old man, erm, hobbit. "Samwise! What are you doing here in this hour?" He asked groggily and looked at the dark sky.

"Sorry to disturb you, sir, but I found this man wandering around in need of lodging. Hope you'd oblige." Sam whispered hopefully. The hobbit, probably Bilbo, looked at me with quizzical eyes.

"What about the inn-? Oh never mind. Fine, fine. Come in." He opened the door wide enough for us to enter.

This must be a hobbit hole. It looked like a tunnel, but fully furnished. It didn't make you feel claustrophobic, but safe and protected. There was no dirt suggesting that they were in a hole in a hill, everything was nice and clean. The walls curved into a rounded ceiling. The only thing that was flat was the floor.

"Bilbo Baggins. A little too tired to be at your service." I nodded.

"Canior Haleth."

"I have many empty rooms, but I'm not sure you'll fit in any of the beds." He noted as my head brushed the ceiling.

"I can sleep on the floor. Just a pillow and some blankets and I'm good." I smiled.

Down the hall, a door opened and a head popped out. "Ah, my dear Frodo. Meet the visitor." Out of that door, came yet another hobbit. He walked down the hall to us. He nodded in greeting. Names were exchanged, and I got to look at the two Bagginses. Bilbo was obviously the oldest, but I wouldn't say that to his face. Out of the group, Frodo seemed the youngest, with a clean, lineless face, and the brightest bluest eyes. Sam was close to Frodo's age, while his face was slightly smudged with dirt.

"I'm off to bed again. You better get back to your own home, Sam." Bilbo patted him on the back.

"Yes sir. Thank you, sir." He went back to the door. "Goodnight, Canior."

"Sleep well, Sam." I responded. With one last smile, he turned and left, closing the door gently behind him.

"Frodo. Can you show our guest to his room?" He nodded and walked off.

"Right this way." I hurried after him, and banged my head on an iron chandelier. "Just in here ought to work. A nice big floor." He smiled. I grinned back.

"Thank you."

"If there is anything you need, I do hope it can wait until morning." With that, he bid me one last goodnight, then turned to his own room.

I turned the knob and entered the room, bumping my head against the doorway. Frodo was right, it had a giant floor. A little window was on the wall, the ceiling had began to slant a lot more now, and I had to bend over to keep my head from hitting it. I grabbed some blankets and pillows from the four-foot long bed, and settled down on the floor with the still too small blankets.


I know its been forever since I've posted anything, but things have gotten in the way (school, life, etc)
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