Author's Note: Hey guys! So, I realized that I never did a fanfiction for the Hobbit so I thought 'Hey, let's do a thing!" And now I'm doing the thing. I hope you like it! Also, this stands alone from my LotR fanfics but you can read them, together if you like. It might confuse you though so I don't recommend that.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything except this concept!

Also, I'm using the Movie version, sorry to all who love the book more!

"Elvish"

"Khuzdul"

Thoughts

Flashback

"Voice over"

Bilbo Baggins was a curious Hobbit. When he was young, he traveled the woods looking for elves until his parents had passed during the Fell Winter. After that, he soon grew up quickly and took over Bag End, becoming a respectable Hobbit. That is until he invited a strange man to live with him.

This man was neither Dwarf nor Hobbit yet he was just shorter than a full grown Dwarf. He had long black hair that had two strands braided in the back and had no beard but was quite handsome to both Elves, Men, Dwarves, and Hobbits alike. He had startling silver eyes that sparkled like starlight and normally wore high boots of supple leather that fitted him well, a travel-stained cloak of heavy dark-green cloth was drawn closely about him, and underneath, he wore thick leather armor.

The neighbors soon began to gossip that he was Bilbo's lover yet that was not the case. He helped the young Hobbit out when he could and took care of him until Bilbo had no use for him any longer; that was when he left. The whispers about Bilbo had gotten out of hand but soon stopped in the coming months. Until, of course, another new face appeared with Bilbo wherever the Hobbit went.

This new creature was a tall black furred wolf, the size of a Pony, with strange silver eyes similar to the man that lived there months before. The Hobbits of Hobbiton were confused as to how Bilbo met the man and then the wolf but soon, the wolf was accepted into their lives as a permanent fixture.

The morning it began, Bilbo had finished his early morning activities for the day and had gone outside for a smoke with the wolf accompanying him. The young Hobbit wore a long sleeved button down shirt, a faded light green scarf was wrapped around his neck, a light brown vest covered his torso, and he had dark brown pants on that went to a little under his knees. The wolf had been given a piece of leather similar to a collar with small metal carvings fastened into it. Each metal carving had a symbol on it and when the symbols were put together, they spelled out his name; Soiran.

Bilbo sat on the bench next to his door with a pipe in hand as he breathed out a smoke ring that soon collapsed and became a smoke moth, as a tall figure walked by and stopped in front of him. The moth flew into Bilbo's face, waking him from his reverie as Soiran stepped out of the door and sat next to the bench, a curious gleam in his silver eyes.

Bilbo looked up in surprise and saw the tall hooded figure before waving a bit, "Good morning."

The tall figure smiled underneath his hood before he replied, "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 to say that you feel good on this particular morning. Or are you simply stating that this is a morning to be good on?"

Bilbo looked at the man with confusion as he waved about his pipe, "All of them at once, I suppose."

The tall man looked slightly disapprovingly at Bilbo who was confused and bewildered, "Can I help you?"

"That remains to be seen. I'm looking for someone to share in an adventure," the man smiled knowingly as Bilbo's breath caught in his throat, "An adventure? Now, I don't imagine anyone west of Bree would have much interest in adventures. Nasty, disturbing, uncomfortable things. Make you late for dinner, hm, mm."

Bilbo got up and checked his mailbox to soothe his nerves, grabbing some mail and sorting through it, clucking to himself. He looked quite uncomfortable because the man was still standing there.

Puffing his pipe in vexation, he began heading back inside with the big black wolf following after him, "Good morning."

"To think that I should have lived to be good-morninged by Belladonna Took's son as if I were selling buttons at the door," the man huffed, making Bilbo stop and turn to face him as Soiran just huffed and walked back inside to wait for him, "Beg your pardon?"

"You've changed, and not entirely for the better, Bilbo Baggins," the man continued but Bilbo cut him off, "I'm sorry, do I know you?"

"Well, you know my name, although you don't remember I belong to it. I'm Gandalf! And Gandalf means … me," Gandalf replied, tilting his hat back a bit to reveal his face.

Bilbo began to mutter softly to himself until he pieced his thoughts back together, "Gandalf...not Gandalf, the wandering Wizard, who made such excellent fireworks! Old Took used to have them on Midsummer's Eve. Ha, ha! Well. Hmm, I had no idea you were still in business."

"And where else should I be?" Gandalf frowned, "Curious that you keep a wolf in your company."

"Ha, ha! Hm, hmm..." Bilbo puffed on his pipe and tried to avoid the subject as Gandalf continued, disgruntled, "Well, I'm pleased to find you remember something about me, even if it's only my fireworks. Well, that's decided. It will be very good for you, and most amusing for me. I shall inform the others. Be prepared to seat thirteen at your table tonight."

Bilbo choked a bit on the smoke as he coughed, "Inform the who? What? No. No. No! Wait. We do not want any adventures here, thank you. Not today, not-mm. I suggest you try over the Hill or across the Water. Good morning."

Bilbo, in frustration, retreated into Bag End, gesturing at Gandalf with his pipe. Once inside, he bolted the door and leaned against it, his face covered with alarm. Hearing a curious noise, he put his ear close to the door. The noise was from Gandalf drawing a glowing symbol on Bilbo's door with his staff. Alarmed, Bilbo looked out his side window, only to find Gandalf's eye appear in front of him. He jumped back in fright and hid behind a wall; he looked out another window and saw Gandalf hurrying away.

Soon, it was nighttime and back in Bag End, Bilbo prepared a dinner of fish for himself and a whole rack of ribs for Soiran. He dismissed Gandalf's warning of thirteen others coming to his door and settled down at his table, tucking a napkin into his collar, and began sprinkling salt on his fish as Soiran chewed on the ribs like a toy. Unbeknownst to him, the symbol on the door glowed and the shadow of a person appeared on the door. Bilbo, in the middle of squeezing lemon juice on his fish, looked up in surprise as the doorbell rang, making Soiran's ears perk up. Bilbo placed his napkin down and strolled to the door, waving at the wolf to move further into the Hobbit-Hole as he opened the door only to find a tall, bald dwarf on his doorstep. The wolf picked up his ribs, turned tail and dashed to hide in Bilbo's room, nudging the door almost closed with his snout.

The dwarf greeted Bilbo at the door and bowed slightly as Bilbo sighed, "Ah."

"Dwalin, at your service," the dwarf replied gruffly.

Shellshocked, Bilbo let out a noise similar to a whimper but soon, coming to his senses, he quickly tied his robe tighter and stood taller although he was still confused, "Bilbo Baggins, at yours."

Dwalin walked inside without an invitation as Bilbo stuttered, "D-do we know each other?"

"No. Which way, laddie? Is it down here?" Dwalin huffed as he traversed the tunnels and Bilbo's brow furrowed as he asked softly, "I-is what down where?"

"Supper. He said there'd be food and lots of it," Dwalin dumped some of his stuff on the ground and thrust the rest onto Bilbo who was getting more and more confused by the minute, "H-He said? Who said?"

Dwalin sat at Bilbo's spot on the kitchen table, eating Bilbo's dinner, while Bilbo sat behind him, confused. Dwalin ate all the flesh from the fish, then ate the head as well and Bilbo looked on in disgust.

"Mmmm. … Very good, this. Anymore?" Dwalin hummed appreciatively as Bilbo cleared his throat, "What? Uh, oh, yes, yes."

"Help yourself," Bilbo brought over a plate of biscuits; he hurriedly hid one behind his back for himself.

Dwalin began stuffing them in his mouth as Bilbo tried to say something, "Mmmm. It's just that, um, I wasn't expecting company-"

The bell rang again and Bilbo looked up in alarm as Dwalin grinned, "That'll be the door."

Bilbo sighed as he walked down the hall back towards the door, the entire time thinking that he hoped Soiran hid in Bilbo's room. He arrived at the door and opened it only to find an old, white-haired dwarf waiting.

The older dwarf bowed as he introduced himself, "Balin, at your service."

"Good evening," Bilbo replied, a bit distracted.

Balin nodded and looked up at the sky, "Yes, yes it is, though I think it might rain later. Am I late?"

"Late for what?" Bilbo sighed in confusion but Balin saw Dwalin, who was trying to get more biscuits from Bilbo's jar, and walked past the poor Hobbit, "Oh, ha ha! Evening, brother. Heh, heh."

"Oh, by my beard, you are shorter and wider than last we met," Dwalin grinned as he put the jar down.

Bilbo walked into the room with a frown as Balin replied, "Wider, not shorter. Sharp enough for both of us."

Laughing, they greeted each other amicably, putting their arms on each other's shoulders as they smash their foreheads together.

Bilbo looked on in wonder, "Uh, excuse me; sorry, I hate to interrupt, ah, but the thing is, I'm not entirely sure you're in the right house."

Ignoring Bilbo; Dwalin and Balin had gone into Bilbo's pantry, where they were pouring ale and examining the food.

As they talk to each other, Bilbo continued his speech, "It's not that I don't like visitors; I-I like visitors as much as the next Hobbit, but I do like to know them before they come visiting."

Dwalin and Balin, not listening to Bilbo, were still rifling through his pantry. Dwalin took the blue cheese and tossed it out of the pantry, past the still-speaking Bilbo, "The thing is, um, I, I don't know either of you, not in the slightest. I don't mean to be blunt, but I uh, but I had to speak my mind. I'm sorry."

The two dwarves paused and look at Bilbo as Balin smiled, "Hm. Apology accepted."

Balin handed a tankard to Dwalin so that it could be filled with ale and in the background, the doorbell rang again. Bilbo returned to the door and opened it to find two young dwarves. Upon seeing them, Bilbo made a small noise which sounded like a moan as they greeted him.

"Fili."

"And Kili."

Fili and Kili said together, "At your service."

"You must be Mr. Boggins," Kili grinned happily.

"Nope, you can't come in, you've come to the wrong house," Bilbo tried closing the door, but Kili stopped it with his foot, a lost expression on his face, "What? Has it been cancelled?"

Fili frowned, "No one told us."

"Can-? No nothing's been cancelled," Bilbo growled out in frustration as Kili bypassed him, "Well, that's a relief."

The dwarves pushed their way in and began unloading their stuff onto Bilbo.

Fili winked at the Hobbit as he placed his weapons into his arms, "Careful with these, I just had 'em sharpened."

"It's nice, this place. D'you you do it yourself?" Kili scraped the mud off his boots on the edge of a chest standing nearby.

"Ah, no, it's been in the family for years. That's my mother's glory box, can you please not do that?!" Bilbo huffed as Dwalin came up to them, "Fili, Kili, come on, give us a hand."

The dwarves laughed as Balin shouted down the hall, "Let's shove this in the hallway, otherwise we'll never get everyone in."

The dwarves prepared to shift Bilbo's furniture around to create a meeting/feasting place as Bilbo looked around in shock, "Ev-everyone? How many more are there?"

The doorbell rang very hard and longer than before as Bilbo, in anger, walked quickly toward the door, dumping all the swords and other equipment in his arms along the way, "Oh no. No, no! There's nobody home. Go away, and bother somebody else. There're far too many dwarves in my dining room as it is. If- if- If this is some clotterd's idea of a joke, ha ha, I can only say, it is in very poor taste."

Bilbo opened the door, and an entire heap of dwarves, eight to be exact, fell in. Struggling to get up, they grumbled and yelled at each other, saying "Get off!".

Gandalf was standing behind them with an amused smirk as Bilbo sighed, "Gandalf."

The entire group of dwarves, 12 of them, began raiding Bilbo's pantry and taking out all his food. He had gotten changed soon after they arrived and gently told Soiran that Dwarves had overrun their home for the evening.

He tried to tell them to put it back but they ignore him, "Those are my plates! Excuse me! Not my wine. Put that back. Put that back! Not the jam, please! ...Excuse me."

Bombur walked out of the pantry with three entire wheels of cheese and Bilbo looked at him in surprise, "Excuse me. A tad excessive, isn't it? Have you got a cheese knife?"

Bofur chuckled as he passed the Hobbit, "Cheese knife? He eats it by the block."

Oin and Gloin walked through the hall carrying chairs from one of Bilbo's rooms as he groaned, "No, no, that's Grandpa Mungo's chair! No, I'm sorry, you'll have to take it back, please. Take it back...It's antique, not for sitting on! Thank you! That's a book, not a coaster. Put that map down, thank you."

Oin's brow furrowed as he wiggled his ear horn, "I cannot hear what you're saying!"

The dwarves continued bringing all of Bilbo's food and furniture into the dining room.

Dori approached Gandalf with a tray and some tea, a smile on his face, "Excuse me, Mr. Gandalf, can I tempt you with a nice cup of chamomile tea?"

"Oh, no thank you, Dori. A little red wine for me, I think," Gandalf walked out of the dining room, trying to avoid the scurrying dwarves.

He hit his head on the chandelier and then he began counting the dwarves on his fingers, "Fili, Kili, Oin, Gloin, Dwalin, Balin, Bifur, Bofur, Bombur, Dori, Nori...Ori."

Bilbo wrestled a bowl of tomatoes away from Nori. Bifur, the dwarf with an axe in his head, approached Gandalf and talked to him in Khuzdul and with body motions.

Gandalf nodded with a thoughtful frown, "Yes, you're quite right, Bifur. We appear to be one dwarf short."

Dwalin shrugged as he approached as well, "He is late, is all. He travelled North to a meeting of our kin. He will come."

"Mr. Gandalf?" Gandalf turned to see Dori, "Hmmm?"

"A little glass of red wine, as requested. It's, eh, got a fruity bouquet," Dori had returned with two small glasses of red wine.

"Ah, Cheers," Gandalf drinks the tiny cup of wine Dori offered him, then looked sadly at the cup, wanting a little more, "Mm."

The dwarves, sitting in Bilbo's dining room, had a grand feast with all his food. They were quite rude and messy about it.

Bofur threw some food to his brother, Bombur, "Bombur, catch!"

Bombur caught the food in his mouth, and everyone cheered. As everyone began throwing food around, Bilbo walked away in disgust. He looks at his pantry in shock; it had been entirely cleared of food.

Fili walked on top of the table, carrying several cups of ale and knocking aside the food that was in his way, "Who wants an ale? There you go."

Dwalin poured his ale into Oin's hearing trumpet and as Oin sputtered in anger, everyone else laughed. Oin put his hearing trumpet to his mouth and blew the ale out of it, making it squeal. One of the dwarves yelled, "On the count of three!" and the dwarves pounded their tankards together. Someone counted, "One!...Two!" Then all the dwarves went quiet and began drinking their ale together. They were incredibly messy, as ale fell all over their faces and ran down their beards. When finished drinking, they began burping and the youngest, Ori, let out the biggest burp. The dwarves laughed as Bilbo looked away in disgust, he couldn't wait for them to leave and then he could spend time alone curled up with his fluffy black wolf, Soiran.

When the meal was finished, the dwarves left the table and began walking about.

Bilbo walked by and grabbed a doily back from Nori, "Excuse me, that is a doily, not a dishcloth!"

"But it's full of holes!" Bofur muttered as Bilbo nodded, "It's supposed to look like that, it's crochet."

"Oh, and a wonderful game it is too if you got the balls for it," Bofur grinned as he walked away.

Bilbo groaned as he banged his head against a wall, "Bebother and confusticate these dwarves!"

Gandalf turned the corner and frowned, "My dear Bilbo, what on earth is the matter?"

"What's the matter? I'm surrounded by dwarves. What are they doing here?" Bilbo huffed and Gandalf chuckled, "Oh, they're quite a merry gathering, once you get used to them."

Nori had a chain of sausages over his shoulder and Bofur grabbed them from him resulting in them playing tug-of-war with the sausages.

"I don't want to get used to them. The state of my kitchen! There's mud trod into the carpet, they've pi-pillaged the pantry. I'm not even going to tell you what they've done in the bathroom; they've all but destroyed the plumbing. I don't understand what they're doing in my house!" Bilbo all but shouted.

He shut his mouth when Ori cleared his throat, "Excuse me. I'm sorry to interrupt, but what should I do with my plate?"

"Here you go, Ori, give it to me," Fili took the plate from Ori and threw it to Kili, who threw it behind his back to Bifur, who was standing at the sink in the kitchen.

Bifur caught it behind his back without even looking at it. Kili, Fili, and other dwarves began throwing the plates, bowls, and utensils to each other, eventually throwing them into the sink to be washed.

As dishware flew through the air, Gandalf ducks to avoid getting hit, "Oh!"

Bilbo dashed around worriedly, "Excuse me, that's my mother's West Farthing crockery, it's over a hundred years old!"

The dwarves at the tablet began rhythmically drumming on the table with utensils and their fists as Bilbo huffed, "And can-can you not do that? You'll blunt them!"

Bofur chuckled, "Ooh, d'hear that, lads? He says we'll blunt the knives."

Kili began singing and the other dwarves joined him as they continued throwing the dishware:

"Blunt the knives, bend the forks

Smash the bottles and burn the corks

Chip the glasses and crack the plates

That's what Bilbo Baggins hates!

Cut the cloth and tread on the fat

Leave the bones on the bedroom mat

Pour the milk on the pantry floor

Splash the wine on every door

Dump the crocks in a boiling bowl

Pound them up with a thumping pole

When you've finished, if any are whole

Send them down the hall to roll.

That's what Bilbo Baggins hates!"

Bilbo huffed up in anger only to find all the dishes stacked neatly and cleanly next to the sink, the dwarves and Gandalf laughed at his shocked expression. Suddenly, there were three loud knocks on the door, and everyone fell silent.

Gandalf sighed gravely, "He is here."

Author's Note: Hey guys! I hope you enjoyed that first chapter! My character is, obviously, Soiran and he has a large part to play later. Please leave reviews, comments, and like this if you did! See you in the next chapter, Bye~