Sorry for any inconveniences, there were a few mistakes, here it is though. Don't own any recognized material.

Prolong

Bilbo smiled at his two nieces, well not in blood nieces. Isis, the youngest was laughing at the butterflies, and Ra, the eldest was curled up in a chair reading; watching her sister from over the books rim. Isis has bright auburn hair with undertones of gold and teal blue eyes. She wore black cotton leggings and a cream linen blouse; her feet bare. Ra has more gold in her red hair, giving it the illusion of fire, and molten gold eyes. She wore light clothing like her sister, only the leggings were dark green and stopped at mid-calf, the blouse was light blue and had no sleeves. Around both their necks rested a walnut sized pendent; pure mithril, double swords hung in a circle, the tips pointing north and hilts south, creating an X formation. At the intersection of the two swords rested a small diamond, the chain of golden wire. The girls never took them off, they said it was their Papa's mark.

Along with the necklaces, they also wore three bracelets. The first was silver, studded with rubies, the next was rose gold with interchanging patterns, the last rested on their upper arms, charms hanging from them. On Isis' there was a hawk, a fox head and a cat and a bow. Ra's had a crescent moon, serpent, raven and dagger.

Bilbo had found the two girls along the Moor, Isis had come down with a fever, Ra was looking for a specific herb that only grew in the crevices of the rocky bottom of the waters. By the time she had found the plant, the fever had taken hold. Bilbo had found the young girls, Isis barely breathing, Ra holding a plant to her forehead muttering in the ancient tongue of the World; a World when it was just the Hobbits and Ents, when Mother and Father still walked along the trees and rivers, when the Sky was gold and singing came from the Mountains; when Dragons were still friends and advisors, when Magic was as common as breathing.

Bilbo helped the girls get out of the elements, Ra was beyond grateful, offering what was left of their possessions . Bilbo had stared at the girl, before telling her that if she wanted to repay him, then it'll be through helping with house chores.

Once out of the elements the girl had started to recover, Bilbo was a healer of sorts. Isis, regained conscience then movement, Ra was with her sister through it all. By the time Isis fully recovered, Ra had made herself not only useful in their host house but also the Shire's forge. Her dwarfish heritage coming through. Isis had told Bilbo their story, once he had heard who their Mother was, he got a picture. In it showed, Luna; their Mom, and Bilbo leaning against each other. After that, Bilbo had claimed them as nieces, in honor of the hobbit-lass that was practically his sister.

Now half a year later, Ra and Isis had taken over the forge, spent time as children, and created glass trinkets for the Shire. Bilbo continued to watch them.

"Sister?" Isis' soft voice broke the Hobbit out of his retrieve.

"Hmm?" Ra turned her full attention to the younger, finding the girl looking to the horizon with a longing image.

"There's a storm brewing." she replied.

Ra and Bilbo looked to the horizon, Bilbo smelling the light breeze, Ra casting her vision fall. The smell of Citrus came and Ra saw dark clouds on the wind.

"Right, I'll start dinner." Bilbo stated and headed back into the hole.

Ra and Isis continued to watch the storm, "Sister, what truly bothers you?" Ra asked.

"I fear the future, something is coming and I fear it." The smaller one said.

Ra stared at her sister, resolving to keep a firm eye out.