Hey guys. The first thing you should know is that this is a Hobbit/Pokemon crossover. Anyways, Pokemon are called Soul monsters in this AU. This follows the events of the Hobbit, but situations and events will be mixed up and changed, so it wont be that familiar. The first chapter kind of is but please persevere. Please enjoy.

Within the Shire it was said that the unexpected was poorly received. These unexpected events, that rarely occurred anyway, did not sit well with the residents of the rolling hills and green pastures that surrounded the picturesque settlement of Hobbiton.

Whenever something new made its way through it did not linger long. The residents would mutter about 'nasty adventures' and 'uncivilised peoples' and would hear nothing of it.

Bilbo Baggins of Bag end was one such Hobbit who didn't appreciate change in his mundane but happy life.

He spent it reading his books in his favourite, squashy armchair that sat by the fire, poring through the ink lettering and beautiful line arts that adorned the tan coloured pages. Bilbo was mesmerised by stories, useful information that would help in everyday life and also just gazing at beautiful pictures.

He also spent the sunniest and balmy days walking through the woods and pastures surrounding his home. The woods were lush and the fields a steady, healthy green. When he got a little hot he would sit under the shade of a large Oak tree or a glade of Beech trees, gazing out into the woods or fields and watch the butterflies dance and birds hop amongst the branches. He would take out his water skin and a bag of ham rolls and sit for hours with his sketch pad, charcoal, lead and pen and draw the sights and creatures.

He would then retreat back home and spend the evenings having a lovely dinner in the comfort of his hobbit hole.

The hobbit hole he lived in was lavishly decorated and had many connecting rooms that spread all through the top half of a hill. Artwork framed by gilded frames hung in the study that was bulging with books and scrolls. The desk was kept tidy, the only things sat upon it were neatly tidied papers and paraphernalia for writing, drawing and looking over old maps of the world.

His living room with its three piece suite sat cosily by a lovely fireplace that was carved with trailing vines and leaves.

His kitchen that had everything for cooking works of art and also to sit and enjoy the creation in peace. His pantries that had the ability to store enough food for a large family to make it through the darkest winters in sizeable comfort.

Bilbo certainly lived a peaceful life. The best thing was that he wasn't alone.

Bilbo did not have any parents, not anymore. Belladonna and Bungo Baggins died years ago, leaving the beautiful house they built together and all their worldly possessions to their kind son who made it his mission in life look after the place.

Bilbo had no siblings. Actually Bilbo had a few cousins, but they were not the Hobbits he shared his home with.

Bilbo did not share his home with any Hobbits at all.

No, Bilbo shared his home with a small green soul monster known as a Treecko.

This little Treecko was known as Ardie.

Bilbo found Ardie as a baby. His mother and father were nowhere to be seen and Bilbo had to wonder where the two Sceptiles had gotten to. He knew they were protective soul monsters and cared for their new-borns with undisguised love and care.

Bilbo could not leave the little, shrieking creature there in the cold woods at night so he wrapped him up in his scarf, nice and snug and took him home.

Once he had managed to ferret the little baby home and placed him before the fire he noticed something strange about it.

This little Treecko was a shiny soul monster. They were considered almost as rare as the appearance of a legendary soul monster.

His tail was a gorgeous autumn red. His skin was a lighter green than usual and seemed to resemble the sunny glades in bluebell woods. It was a shimmering turquoise colour. The belly however was a pale grey. The eyes were a stark amber and gazed at Bilbo intensely. Bilbo marvelled at the little thing.

It was after the baby warmed up and then launched itself at Bilbo, clinging his tiny feet to the startled Hobbits neck and started to crawl all around his body, outside of his cloths mind you.

Bilbo giggled, the feet ticklish on his sensitive skin.

"Hehehe, stop! You little rascal!" He gingerly picked the small critter up and held him up to look again. It was then he thought of the perfect name.

"You came from the woods, and seem to be a frivolous little thing!" The Treecko blinked at Bilbo, wondering what the small Hobbit was saying.

"I shall call you Ardie!"

And that was it. They stuck as firm friends, almost like brothers for years after.

Even after returning to the woods to see if he could find the fate of Ardies' parents, which came out fruitless, prevented Ardie from leaving the Hobbit. It was a mystery as to where they went. Bilbo came to the conclusion Ardie was either abandoned or his parents are no longer existing in Middle earth.

And so for three years after, Bilbo cared for the sprightly little lizard; feeding him, playing with him, sleeping with him and basically becoming a full time resident to Bag end, Ardie decided this was the creature he wanted to make a soul bond with.

It happened one morning, in the early hours. Ardies' golden eyes opened without a hint of sleep in them. He crawled from under the covers, from on top of Bilbo's' stomach (which is his favourite place to sleep) and made his way to the juncture of the Hobbits collar bone and neck. He placed his rounded nose there and a short burst of green light shone forth.

It lasted for a second and the sleepy Hobbit noticed nothing until that morning about five hours later when he looked in his bathroom mirror and saw a small leaf tattoo. It was the same colour as Ardies scaly skin and it was placed there just under the skin.

Ardie waited for Bilbo to say something, wondering how he was going to react. The little lizard closed his amber eyes and waited in slightly fearful anticipation.

He was surprised when Bilbo picked him up and rubbed his nose with the little gecko soul monster. "You trust me enough to be your soul friend?"

Ardie nodded once.

"Thank you!" Bilbo shouted his acute happiness, hugging the little creature close.

"Tree!" Ardie exclaimed in relief and joy.

As fate would have it, that very same day they went for a walk through the pastures on the other side of Bag end. It was a balmy, breezy day, the height of spring. Ardies unusual skin seemed to sparkle slightly in the radiant sunshine, as if they were stones of Lapis Lazuli glinting in the light. Bilbo scratched Ardie on the nose where his tongue hung out, an action he did when he was enjoying something.

They walked towards the lands of East Farthing, wanting to look upon the horizons that revealed many green and yellow pastures and the Brandywine River in the distance. On a clear day, stood upon the highest hill, one could see the extremely distant edge of the misty mountains; Mythical, ethereal and half a world away.

Bilbo sometimes wondered if he would ever go that way. His Tookish side told him yes, but the stronger Baggins urges told him no! Stay at home where you belong.

Ardie had climbed onto the top of his soul friends head, blocking the sun from his eyes with his small paw and looked all around as if he was scouting something.

"What can you see Ardie?" Bilbo asked with amusement. His clear blue/green eyes looking up in order to see what the critter was up to.

"Treecko, tree!" Ardie jumped up and down on his head. He had spotted something.

Bilbo immediately heard something thumping in the grass behind him. It was then Bilbo also heard wings. He turned to see a beautiful Ponyta with flaming mane and soft yellow coat running from a flock of Spearow.

There must have been about twenty Spearow all encroaching ominously on the terrified fire horse, pecking with lit up beaks and batting their wings against its side.

Bilbo felt angry and sick seeing them teeming up on what was just a young foal.

"Ardie!"

Ardie didn't need telling twice. He launched from Bilbo's head with a quick attack primed and ready. He bolted at the Spearow at extraordinary speed, battering into a few with one attack. He jumped through, dislodging the flock from the Ponyta and causing them to turn their attentions on the little gecko.

They were not pleased at all.

They flew towards Ardie from all sides, aiming their Fury attack simultaneously to cause massive damage. Ardie managed to dodge a few before one landed a hit. The little lizard was pounded into the ground where he shrieked in pain.

"Ardie, use Screech!" Screamed Bilbo. He was running towards Ardie in order to help when the gecko unleashed a high frequency scream that caused the Spearow to cease what they were doing. Even their wings stopped and they fell to the ground like a tree losing all its leaves at once in the winter.

Ardie took that moment to run through using a quick attack. He tapped all the Spearow with his paws and tail, creating a line of green light that connected the birds to the lizard. He used Mega drain to good effect, regaining energy and causing the Spearow to lose Thiers.

"Nice one Ardie!" Seeing that Ardie was on top of the situation Bilbo attempted to approach the frightened Ponyta. He walked slowly and in eyesight so that he wouldn't scare it away. The beautiful soul monster was limping on its back left hoof and would need immediate care as Bilbo could see a little bit of blood.

"Hey, it's okay, it's okay. I just want to help." He cooed with a gentle tone.

The Ponyta kept flipping its fiery mane, looking from the approaching Bilbo and the Spearow on the ground nervously, trying to work out which was the bigger threat.

As Bilbo got closer the Ponyta took a step back and neighed in fright. "Whoa Ponyta!" Bilbo threw up his hands in an attempt to steady the young foal. Even though it was young it stood at the same height as Bilbo and would grow a little larger still.

Bilbo turned his head so quickly it made his bones creak in protest when he heard another set of wings, bigger than the Spearow, looming closer and closer.

The Ponyta reeled in fright when it spotted the Fearow, which had come to help its flock. It went straight for Ardie with a devastating Drill peck attack.

Bilbo bolted, aiming to collect Ardie before he was wounded by the approaching Fearow. Selflessly he scooped Ardie up and waited for the painful stab of the massive bird's beak.

It never came.

Instead Bilbo heard a rush of flames and then a short burst of heat enclosed the immediate area. The Ponyta used its quick reflexes, seeing the Fearow aiming for the Treecko and Hobbit and let loose a powerful burst of fire.

Bilbo turned to see a stream of crimson flames leave the mouth of the young soul monster. The stream engulfed the Fearow, stopping its Drill peck in its tracks as the Flamethrower did its job.

Once the fire stream ceased the Fearow immediately reeled, its brown feathers now heavily singed and called its flock. The Spearow looked slightly shocked that their leader was leaving but soon complied. They all flew away towards the woods of the East Farthing.

Bilbo watched them go and let out a deep sigh. He looked down to Ardie, seeing the gecko was quite all right. His amber eyes were looking at Bilbo with mixture of slight worry and awe.

"Treecko!" He wrapped his turquoise arms around Bilbo's neck, giving him a grateful hug.

Bilbo patted his friend on his back. "I should be thanking you! You are far too sentimental." Bilbo laughed.

Bilbo then felt a nudge on his back. He stood to see the Ponyta stood before him, nuzzling his face with its soft muzzle.

Bilbo stared into crystal blue eyes, seeing the gratefulness showing there. The Ponyta let out a happy neigh and stamped its foot once on the ground.

"Where is your mother little one?" Bilbo knew the Ponyta was too young to be without its mother. Ponyta typically grew up running through the land with their Rapidash mothers, growing strong and fast. Its mother, just like little Ardie, was nowhere to be seen.

The Ponyta nuzzled the Hobbits neck in the same spot as the leaf mark. There was a short burst of soft Crimson light and there was left an outline of red fire circling around the elaborate leaf design. Bilbo had a second soul link. All in one day.

"I guess we are all Orphans then. Confounded world!" Bilbo scratched the nape of his neck, his tone sounded amused although with a hint of bitterness.

Bilbo marvelled in the warmth it brought him for a moment. His eyes looked glazed for the minutest f seconds until he came back to earth and noticed the wound on the Ponyta's leg.

"Oh you poor thing. We best sort that out right away!" Bilbo brought his hand to the flaming horses flank and guided, Bilbo noticed that it was a she, back to Hobbiton.

All the way back the horse snorted in pain and limped painfully on the back leg. Bilbo could see that the blood had dried up but the gash in the side of the leg looked painful. Maybe he could ask old Hamfast Gamgee for help. He was a worldly Hobbit and owned a couple of ponies of his own.

Bilbo could feel Ardie cling onto his back as they walked into the centre of the town. Already he had brought the attention of the Hobbits in the area.

"Bilbo! Watcher' got there?" Sophie Brown, the innkeeper's daughter called from the doorway of the Green Dragon. She was picking up a box of potatoes that had been left prior to Bilbo turning the corner into town.

"Afternoon Sophie," Bilbo politely greeted. "I wondered if you have seen old Hamfast around. My soul friend here is injured."

Sophie regarded the young Hobbit with awe. "Bilbo, do you mean to say you made a contract with a second soul monster?"

"Goodness gracious I will tell you later but right now this Ponyta needs help."

Sophie went slightly red. She shook her head to the side a few times. "I'm sorry Bilbo, you are right. Later!" She dropped her box of potatoes and walked down the small path that led to the inn so that she stood next to Bilbo.

"Luckily old Hamfast is tending to Daisy, our young dog. She just gave birth. You can bring Ponyta round to the stable out back and I will fetch him for you." She gave the Ponyta a small pat and Ardie a little scratch on his chin before she returned back inside the inn.

"Tree!" Ardie thanked for her.

"Thank you kindly Sophie." Bilbo gave her a slight bow and then proceeded to guide the exhausted Ponyta to the stable.

Once they entered Bilbo was met with the scent of clean straw, musk and the scent of grass. There were a couple of small cows and a Tauros within. They watched the trio as they entered and the Tauros bellowed in greeting to the injured Ponyta. Ponyta gave a weak neigh in reply. Hoofed creatures stick together.

Ponyta gave the place a large sniff, deeming it safe for her to relax in. She remained standing but brought her back left leg up so that none of her body weight was placed on it.

They didn't have to wait long before a gruff voice sounded from the entrance of the stable.

"So what have we got here eh, Mister Baggins?" Old Hamfast shuffled inside with his soul monster Mirabelle, a tiny Floette with a pink flower, perched on his shoulder.

"I ere' you got ya self another soul monster? One that is injured."

"Yes sir," Bilbo replied watching as the old Hobbit shuffled in further. He immediately went to the wounded leg, surprising Ponyta slightly and causing her to snort in distrust.

"Hey, hey it's okay girl." Bilbo chastised her by running his palm down her soft pale fur. It was warm and soft. She immediately calmed under the touch of the two Hobbits, placing her trust in her soul friend and thus trusting the strange Hobbit that tended to her leg. Bilbo knew him so she allowed the man to look at her.

"Hmm," the grey haired Hobbit mumbled, "Tis a nasty little nick, I give it tha.' Looks like a stab wound."

"Yes, she was attacked by a flock of Spearow. Ardie and I tried to help her but then a Fearow came along. I dunno what would of happened if she didn't drive it away." Bilbo shivered at the memory of that vicious beak honing in, ready to impale the young Hobbits supple body.

"Right. Even so this will be easily fixed. Belle!"

"Floette!" The tiny fairy who was previously playing around with Ardie came over and hovered next to her soul friend.

"Do your thing sweet."

"Flo!"

Immediately Bilbo saw that the whole stable was filled with a serene green light that sparkled and shone. The source was the little fairy who was directing the healing energy towards the injury. The light hummed over Ponyta's body, calming her nerves and soothing the wound.

Even Ardie was feeling soothed from the healing pulses that emanated from the main body of the move.

In no time at all the light faded out and Ponyta managed to place her leg gingerly down onto the ground. Bilbo looked and saw that the wound had closed up, but was still there.

"The ability does not fully heal, it just speeds the healing process and prevents infection. She will need to take it easy for a week or so until it fully recovers. Keep it clean."

The man was already making his way out before Bilbo could say thank you.

"Tree!" Ardie jumped onto the horses back, taking no heed of the leaping flames. The flames would not hurt those the soul monster did not want hurt.

Bilbo placed his forehead against the little foals own head. "How are you feeling now?"

Ponyta neighed in happiness, feeling new energy.

"I'm glad." Bilbo retreated a little then a thought struck him.

"You need a name girl." He paused, thumping his hairy foot on the straw laden floor as he thought. He had one hand covering his honey coloured curls in a gesture that urged the thoughts to come easier.

"Aha," Ardie and Ponyta watched the Hobbit in amusement. "I shall call you Seraphina."

And so it was that Bilbo, with the help of a few of his friends, built a paddock above his house, surrounding the single oak tree. The paddock was wide so that Seraphina could run and there was a small stable built to the side so that she could retreat into its warmth at night.

Everyday Bilbo would visit the calm and patient mare and bring her apples and oats to eat. He and Ardie would run through the fields with her and laugh and enjoy the sun in the day and the stars at night.

They lived like this for many more years in peace and happiness, until that fated day arrived where their world would be changed forever.

It was on a particularly warm day with a few fluffy white clouds floating around when Bilbo was joined by the presence of someone he hadn't seen since he was a child.

He was seated on his little bench with Ardie snoozing on his shoulder; his little legs hanging down over his chest and Bilbo blowing rings of smoke from his pipe when a man wearing grey robes, a pointed blue hat and possessing a long grey beard that flowed down past a silver scarf, stood before him just on the other side of the gate.

The old man was leaning on his staff and regarding the Hobbit with intense blue eyes.

"Good morning," said Bilbo with an air of confusion over him. What did this man want? He thought.

"What do you mean?" The man asked suddenly in a strange manner considering it was a simple greeting. "Do you wish me a good morning, or mean that it is a good morning whether I want it or not; or that you feel good this morning; or that it is a morning to be good on?"

Bilbo sat there feeling absolutely flabbergasted. Sensing his friend's mood Ardie took it upon himself to wake from the world of dreams and opened his startling amber eyes. Immediately he saw a tall man talking to his soul friend.

"All of them at once I suppose." Answered Bilbo in a small voice. He felt there was something strange happening here.

"Can I help you?" He asked, bringing the end of the pipe out of his mouth.

"That remains to be seen," the man replied. "I am looking for someone to share in an adventure."

Bilbo regarded him once again with an incredulous look on his face. He didn't notice when Ardie jumped clean from the bench and landed on the gate on his two back legs right before the old man, peering at him suspiciously.

"Tree?"

"And of course the offer is extended to any close party that wishes to share in this venture."

"No thank you," Ardie spun to see Bilbo looking slightly angry now, "I don't want any adventures here, thank you very much. Nasty things, make you late for dinner."

He scurried over to the gate on fleeting feet and scooped his soul monster up in his arms and retreated just as quickly up the steps to his door. On the way he grabbed the post from the mail box and made to look through the small pile. Ardie climbed onto his head, looking down at the mail.

Bilbo spoke again whilst glancing at his post, "Good morning. You may want to try elsewhere. Possibly across the water or over the hill. Anyway I don't want adventures here, neither do Ardie or Seraphina."

"Now you mean to get rid of me, and that it won't be any good until I have moved off?"

"It's not that dear sir," Bilbo was beginning to stamp his foot on the paving stones, an action he did when he felt a little nervous or on the spot, "Let me see, I don't think I know your name?"

"I know your name Mister Bilbo Baggins, and I know for a fact you know mine, it's just you forgot I belong to it. I am Gandalf, and that means…well…me!"

Bilbo paused in his analysing of the mail to look sideways at the old man. Ardie now had Bilbo's pipe in his forepaws and was watching the wisps of smoke drift into the warm air.

"To think I would live to be good- morninged by Belladonna Took's son as if I was selling buttons at the door!"

Bilbo looked at the man, realisation alighting on his features. "You can't mean Gandalf the wondering wizard that made such extraordinary fireworks. The kinds that exploded in the sky like soul monster attacks, or danced like fairies amongst the stars?"

Gandalf looked a little proud of himself under the Hobbits compliments. It didn't last long however.

"I didn't know you were still in business!"

Gandalf's grin dropped. "And where else should I be?"

Bilbo held the mail up. "Swap." Ardie traded the pipe for the mail. Bilbo took another puff and looked to the wizard fully now.

"Well, I'm glad you remember something about me, even if it is just my fireworks." He took a step forward, the stick banging slightly on the dirt path. "For the sake of your grandfather Took and Belladonna we shall give you what you ask for."

"Sorry, we?" Bilbo asked now slightly worried, well, more worried than before.

"Bi!"

Suddenly a Celebi dropped from the sky seemingly out of nowhere and alighted on the top of Gandalf's staff.

"Abilene and I of course!"

The sight of the legendary Soul monster immediately shot warning signals through Bilbo. This was definitely odd, so unlike the usual goings on within the Shire. The neighbours would be astounded to see Bilbo talking with the man and his soul friend.

"I haven't asked for anything. Sorry I don't want any adventures now or ever." Bilbo opened his round green door and stepped over the threshold but not without bidding Gandalf one last good morning before he disappeared from view.

Bilbo somehow knew that wasn't going to be the last he heard from the man.

Certainly it was that evening when he and Ardie were going to tuck into their evening meal when there was a laud rapturous knock at the door.

"Oh blast it all. What a time to knock at ones door when they retreat in the evening for a peaceful dinner." Nonetheless being the gracious Hobbit that Bilbo was he got up and went to answer the door.

Once the door swung open he was left absolutely shocked seeing possibly the most intimidating individual Bilbo had ever set his eyes upon.

"Dwalin, at your service!" Said the large dwarf. He was tall with a dark beard and Tattoos circling his bald head.

Noticing that Bilbo had stood there with his mouth slightly open, but he thought he was being rude- even if the dwarf was interrupting. He answered, trying to remain level headed.

"Bilbo Baggins at yours!"

And that was how the large dwarf paraded into his own house as if he lived there himself. Bilbo followed almost silently, not knowing what to say at the abrupt intrusion into his life.

'Damn, where is that Ardie when I need him!' Bilbo muttered under his breath when the sneaky lizard decided to sneak off when the dwarf came calling.

"Um," Bilbo started with a small voice, "do we know each other?"

The tall dwarf inclined his head towards the Hobbit, his face emotionless. "No!" was his blunt answer.

And so Bilbo had to sit through a part of the evening with the dwarf tucking noisily into the meal intended for the Hobbit. Bilbo sat upon the windowsill wondering when the dwarf would explain himself and when Ardie decided to show his face.

It was an awkward silence and Bilbo could feel his small Hobbit heart pattering against his ribcage. He would not let his nerves show though.

It was soon after Bilbo handed over a plate of scones when the doorbell rang. It wasn't as intrusive sounding as a knock but it was still unprecedented.

"That would be the door!" The dwarf interjected unhelpfully.

And so it was this time Bilbo answered the door to another dwarf.

This one was smaller than Dwalin, but noticeably still taller than the small Hobbit. He looked a lot kinder and older. His beard was snowy white and his eyes twinkled like a youths eyes, even though he was evidently quite elderly.

"Balin, at your service." The dwarf gave a gracious bow. Bilbo returned it without saying anything.

It was then the two dwarfs noticed each other. It seemed they were familiar with each other and reacquainted by slamming their heads together. Bilbo winced at the action.

Before Bilbo could close the door a small Soul monster called an Archen glided in and clung onto Balin's cloak.

Bilbo spent the rest of the evening storming through his house, answering the door to even more dwarfs who came one after the other. He chased them through his halls when they carried food from the larder; he also shouted after them to leave his possessions intact and scolded them when they touched his books and papers.

The dwarf brothers, Fili and Kili; they called themselves, promptly gave all their weapons over to Bilbo who had to hold both arms out quickly so that they didn't drop onto his nice wooden floors with a loud clutter.

There were so many weapons from the duo that Bilbo thought he was going to topple over from the weight. And then Kili, who had a Tailow watching from his shoulder, had the audacity to wipe the mud from his boots onto Bilbo's mothers' furniture… well, he thought he was going to boil over right then.

The evening never seemed to end and through it all Bilbo got more and more flustered. When a particularly fat dwarf called Bombur walked out of his pantry carrying his entire store of cheese with a hungry Munchlax following in his wake Bilbo asked if he had a cheese knife, even though he had the sneaky suspicion it wouldn't matter to the hungry duo.

A dark haired dwarf called Bofur who wore a strange hat answered for him, "Nah, he eats it by the block."

"GANDALF!" Bilbo shouted to the wizard who had pushed the remaining number of dwarfs into his home, was counting all the dwarfs present. Bilbo saw him running through the names under his breath and counted them off on his fingers.

"One left!" he stated almost cryptically.

"He is just late is all, he had a meeting with the dwarfs from the Blue Mountains and will come later." Dwalin said to him as he leant against the wall.

"I see…Ah Bilbo, whatever is the matter?" Gandalf only just noticed the indignant Hobbit stood before him, his large hairy foot thumping on the floor.

"What in middle earth are all these dwarfs doing in my house?" He shouted. Dwalin raised a brow at the angry little fella,' finding the sight rather amusing.

"Oh you will find that they can be a rather merry gathering," Gandalf began merrily, "once you get used to them!" he added as an afterthought. Bilbo noticed the Celebi from before was sat on the brim of his hat, watching the events unfold with a wide smile on her dainty little face.

"Confound it all Gandalf, I just want to know what they are doing here." Bilbo ducked when Kili's Tailow, Rowen, flew over his head, chasing Ori's Clefairy, Lady, through his house. "No moves," he shouted after them.

"You shall find out soon. Really now, you need to calm yourself."

"How can I?" Bilbo was at the end of his ropes. Blast where was that Treecko?

Once dinner was over the dwarfs then proceeded to clean the plates and cutlery by throwing them all about his halls and through the rooms. Bilbo was at first running about but after fruitless efforts, stopped and watched with a horror stricken look on his face.

Luckily none of his items were damaged and the dwarfs stood around the clean crockery laughing and making merry.

Bilbo had to admit then that the song was rather fun.

A loud and curt knock ran through the house. All was silent.

"He is here!" Gandalf stated gravely. "Be a good chap and let our new guest in." Gandalf said to Bilbo.

Bilbo looked a little apprehensive but complied all the same. Luckily Gandalf followed him on his way to the front door.

Bilbo felt his heart thumping away like a rabbit running from a fox. The little Hobbit did not like the way everyone went silent at the knowledge of another waiting at his door. Whoever this was, was important.

With a little trepidation and a grave demeanour Bilbo slowly opened the door.

His eyes met with not one but two figures, standing in the gloom of the late evening. The sky was now a dark blue and a brisk wind was picking up slightly.

The figures silently walked in, stepping out of the dark and into the warmth of the Hobbit hole. Bilbo noticed the first figure, a dwarf with black hair, closely cropped beard and stoic looking sapphire eyes standing there with a royal and proud demeanour.

The figure who stepped in with him must have been his Soul friend. It was a Lucario, and carried itself in the same manner as its soul contractor. They were both exactly the same height.

One was taking his cloak off and the other was watching the Hobbit with its furry arms crossed just under its chest spike, its deep, unreadable ruby eyes watching the Hobbit. Bilbo suppressed a shiver.

He wanted to curl up in the stable with Ardie and Seraphina; all snug, warm and comfortable with a good book on his lap and reading out to them instead of being here right now.

"Gandalf, you said this place would be easy to find, I lost my way twice." The dwarf spoke with a deep, regal voice, shaking Bilbo from his quiet stupor. It was a tone that could quiet anyone in a room and garner their attention at any given time.

"Ah it's wonderful for you to join us, and you too Blade." Gandalf greeted them both happily. The Lucario gave a strong nod in the wizard's direction.

"Bilbo, I would like to introduce to you the leader of our company. Thorin Oakenshield."

Bilbo stepped forward a little but stopped when the dwarf finally seemed to acknowledge the existence of the Halfling stood before him.

"So, this is the Hobbit!" Bilbo blanched slightly, already deeming this person rather rude. He was in his house and came in with a sour look once he noticed his host who was not expecting company at all that night.

"Tell me, can you do any fighting?" He asked out of the blue.

"Well, I certainly have some skill with conkers, but I don't see how any of that is relevant."

The dwarf snorted, finding the angry red shade on the Hobbits face rather funny. Bilbo stood there with his arms crossed, his feet apart slightly, as if he was squaring up to the larger being. "He looks more like a grocer than a burglar."

"TREECKO TREE!"

Everyone, even the rest of the company who were watching from the hallway, looked up to see a little Treecko who stood upside down on the roof with his arms crossed over his grey belly. Ardie was glaring at Thorin with large amber eyes, not pleased that he was sullying his Soul friend.

"Ardie!" Bilbo was suddenly very glad to see the little lizard. Ardie jumped down and alighted weightlessly onto Bilbo's shoulder. Once he got into a comfortable position he continued to glare at Thorin.

Blade growled at Ardie, its stoic face hardening at the transgressions the little lizard threw its master's way.

Thorin held his arm out, stopping Blade from attacking. Blade stopped although he still looked rather mad.

Thorin turned to the rest of his company and began to chat with them.

Bilbo stood there, Ardie climbing around his body. The Hobbit looked up to Gandalf, seeing the old man exhale a large gasp. 'That was a rather tense moment,' they both thought simultaneously.

The evening carried on, the company talking about a map that spoke of a mountain known as the lonely mountain.

A key was drawn out by Abilene, Gandalf's Celebi, who produced a short burst of white light. A rigid looking key materialised from the light and Abilene dropped it into Thorins' palm.

Gandalf asked Bilbo to put a little light on the subject, so Ardie quickly took up the job. He climbed the wall and fetched a bracket containing a few candles from the other room. He walked back on his two back legs, along the wall and handed the candles over to Bilbo who proceeded to light them.

The company of dwarfs, even Thorin, found the actions amusing.

"He is a handy little fellow isn't he?" Balin said politely much to the glee of Ardie. The little wood gecko gave the dwarf a hearty salute.

"Anyway," Gandalf sped things along, "There is a rune here that speaks of a way in through the western halls." The dwarfs, soul monsters and Hobbit all looked intently at the map, at the place that Gandalf was pointing to. "There must be a secret to this map. I myself do not have the skill, but…"

The room was silent, waiting for Gandalf to continue.

"…There are other in middle earth who can."

Thorin raised his brow at the suggestion. Bilbo wondered why he did that.

Bilbo began to drift of a little after. He walked away slightly but came back when Bofur began to talk about the dragon living within the mountain.

"That's a reference to Smaug the terrible; chiefest and greatest calamity of our age. Teeth like swords, claws like meat hooks. Fiercely fond of precious metals."

"I know what a dragon is!" Said Bilbo.

There was then a debate where Bilbo zoned out again. 'Confusticate these dwarfs and their loud noises.' He just wanted to go to bed.

"Bring out the contract!" Thorin shouted suddenly.

Bilbo spun then, joining the conversation once more. "Huh?" He asked.

"You are going to play the role of burglar on this quest." Dwalin stated.

"Um, no, I'm not a burglar. I have never stolen a thing in all my life!"

Ardie gave out a resolute shout, agreeing with his soul friend. His friend was a decent, good person.

"I may agree with Master Baggins," said Balin, "he is hardly Burglar material." Bilbo nodded his head in agreement.

Then there was further argument. Bilbo felt so flustered right now. To top it off, when he finally got his hands on the contract and was reading through it he came up to some words he really didn't want to read.

"Incineration?"

"Tree~" Ardie took the contract from Bilbo's slack hand.

"Just picture it," explained Bofur with a dreamy look on his face that didn't match the horrors he spoke of, "searing pain, a flash of light then FWOOSH!" Bilbo waited with bated breath.

"You're nothing more than a pile of ash!"

That was it. Bilbo dropped in a dead faint.

Once he was on the ground Ardie began to shout and wave his turquoise paws at the assembled dwarfs angrily. Blade sighed at the hysterical behaviour of the young soul monster. The dog like creature was leaning on the wall with his head up but eyes closed the whole time.

Ardie was trying to move Bilbo and despite his small size Ardie was too small to move his soul friend.

The dwarfs watched on with a mixture of amusement, shock and for a couple, mainly Balin and Ori, worry. Some of the soul monsters began to give out excited cries. Lady was jumping on her spot on Ori's head with merriment.

"Very well handled Bofur," said Gandalf. He carefully got up from his place at the table, managing not to bump his head on the roof, and bent over to pick the small Hobbit off from the ground.

Before he could though Ardie decided to utilise his screech attack, right in Bilbo's ear. It was a powerful screech and caused every single person and monster in the house to cover their ears, even the stoic Lucario. Bilbo jolted awake as if he received an electric shock.

"AH, CONFOUND IT ALL ARDIE!" In reaction he stuck his fingers in his ears. There was a loud buzz lingering within his hearing channel once the screech ceased.

In a huff Bilbo left for his sitting room and plonked himself down in his armchair; thinking. The dwarfs, luckily, left him alone. The only ones to join Bilbo were Ardie, Gandalf and Abilene.

However once Gandalf was seated Ardie and Abilene went off to play somewhere else in the house. Sometimes the voices of the dwarfs rang out in irritation at the antics of the two. It was evident Rowen and Lady joined in the games too for Ori was chasing the monsters and Kili was laughing his head off.

"You have changed Bilbo Baggins. I remember a fountling who would like nothing more than to run out of the door, chasing fireflies through the fields until well after dusk and trail mud home."

Bilbo was still recovering from the screech attack, his ears still ringing. He heard Gandalf somewhat and answered with a small voice.

"I can't just run off into the blue. I am a Baggins," he emphasised with his hands; his hearing improving bit by bit, "Of Bag End!"

"You are also a Took!" Gandalf interjected. Bilbo gave a slightly defeated expression.

"Did you know your great uncle Bullroarer Took was so large he could ride a horse?" Bilbo nodded meekly. "Well he could!"

Then they got into the discussion of his uncle battling in the battle of the green fields against the goblin army, where he harnessed his great club and whacked the head right off the goblin king; where it sailed down a rabbit hole and the game golf was invented.

"That's just a story." Muttered Bilbo feeling drained.

"All the best stories need embellishment of some kind." Gandalf finished for the Hobbit who had a face that looked like he was just scolded.

"If you go, you will have your own tale to tell." Gandalf sounded serious and Bilbo caught that tone, thinking deep about what Gandalf and the dwarfs were asking of him.

"Can you promise I will come back?" He asked, slightly scared.

Gandalf paused, regarding the Hobbits nervous looking eyes. "No," he finally answered, "but if you do…you will never be the same again."

Bilbo sighed, his head looking to the floor before he looked into Gandalf's face. "That is what I am afraid of." And with that he stood up and left.

"Ardie," he called. Ardie stopped his game reluctantly to join his soul friend. The wood gecko was worried when he saw his friends face so he crawled onto his back and patted it with his red tail.

That night Bilbo fell asleep to the morose but beautiful song of the dwarfs. It was a sad song that spoke of them losing their home to a firestorm that desolated their kingdom, throwing the inhabitants out. Now they dream of a day they can return.

The last thing Bilbo felt when he fell asleep, even if Ardie was curled next to Bilbo who didn't even bother to change his cloths and get under the covers, was acute loneliness.

Ardie will give you a massive clap if you made it to the end. I was intending to publish this as a 3 chapter story, one chapter for each film, but it was too long so im splitting up each film into two chapters.

Meaning of names

Ardie: Forest, energetic

Seraphina: Blazing fire

Abilene: Hebrew origin meaning 'grass' plus I think it suits a Celebi.

Rowen: Rowan is a supple wood that can be used to make bows (we all know Kili uses a bow as weapon of choice) I just changed the 'a' into an 'e'

Blade: Speaks for itself really :3

Lady: Ori is rather reserved so I gave him a Clefairy who is a little dear in character. I thought 'lady' would suit her.

Pleae review and favourite. I am currently working on the next chapter as well as my 'God of dragons' and 'Inside looking out' fanfictions.