Hi Everyone, so this is my very first fan fiction! After reading quite a few, I decided it was time I wrote one myself and as I am a big fan of the Hobbit (and of Tolkien's books in general), here is a story taking place in that universe. I am writing in English but I am not an English native speaker nor do I live in an English-speaking country so please, I am doing my very best but if you see mistakes in my text, don't be mad at me, I will be more than happy to correct them!
I will follow the movies now that I have seen all three of them.
I do not own any of Tolkien's characters nor his universe, the only things that are mine are the characters Luna and her family.
I hope you enjoy it, please let me know what you thought of it!

Prologue

"Here's the mail!" Frodo said, setting the letters down on his old uncle's desk.

Bilbo seemed upset as if he had just been interrupted while he was having one of those moments of fun that only he seemed to understand and that sometimes worried his nephew.

"Thank you" he replied quite dryly.

Frodo didn't look like he wanted to leave him be without having a look at what he was doing though which made his uncle sigh in exasperation. Why was this young hobbit always so curious and stubborn? Why did he have to be so much like him when he was younger?

"What's this?" he asked with a little smirk on his face, taking an old portrait of Bilbo.

"That's private, keep your sticky paws off!"

Just as Bilbo was taking the portrait from him to put it in the book he had been writing in, another smaller piece of parchment fell from underneath it to the ground and Frodo automatically picked it up before he could hide it away as well.
It was another portrait of someone the young hobbit had never seen before. For a short instant, the words he had been about to tease his uncle with didn't pass his lips as he stared at the beautiful face of a young woman whose eyes managed to captivate him even though they were only drawings.

"Uncle, who is that?" he asked, the smile returning to his face."Was this your girlfriend?"

"Give that back to me! It's none of your business!"

Bilbo abruptly took the portrait to put it in his book with the other and Frodo tried to catch a glance of the pages his uncle had been writing.

"It's not ready yet" the last exclaimed.

"Ready for what?"

"Reading."

The young hobbit decided it was better to give up and just shrugged his shoulders before walking away to a closet where he was only half surprised to find a huge helmet that had probably been part of an armour long ago, one of the odd things his uncle kept in Bag-End.

As the day of his one-hundred-and-eleventh birthday was getting closer, Frodo couldn't help but thinking that Bilbo was getting even odder than before, refusing to see anyone and spending his hours alone writing his book or losing himself in the contemplation of old maps and parchments. When he was a young boy, his uncle had often told him the stories of his adventures and although he was personally convinced that some of them had purely come from his imagination, he still remembered all the tales. While he had always enjoyed listening to them and had imagined more than once that he too would one day have such stories to tell, he thought that these days, Bilbo's behaviour was almost worrying.

He shook his head to clear it from these thoughts and instead, remembered that a very old friend was going to arrive for the birthday party and that he had to go and meet him. That friend, who was no other than Gandalf the Grey Wizard, had accompanied his uncle in many of his adventures and knew hims better than anyone. If there was someone able to understand what was going through the old hobbit's head, that would most certainly be him. Taking a book with him to read in the fields, Frodo quickly took leave of his uncle and ran down the hill of Bag-End to East-Farthern Woods where he knew he would soon meet the wizard upon his arriving to Hobbiton.

Left alone, Bilbo sighted and opened his book again to take out the two portraits. With a little smile, he looked at the one of his younger self, proudly caressing his chin then his eyes fell on the second one showing the face of the young woman.
He remembered that night sixty years ago when she had unexpectedly arrived at Bag-End with a company of dwarves that had taken him into their greatest journey across Middle-Earth. Sixty years…He couldn't believe it had been so long already since that bunch of dwarves had invaded his house and forever changed his life.
He chuckled to himself as Frodo's innocent question came back to him, "Was this your girlfriend?". At the time this portrait had been made, he knew a young dwarf prince who wouldn't have been very happy to hear such a question being asked to anyone else than himself…