My first hobbit fic, I hope you like! If you want more or have suggestions just review and I'll get on it, thanks!
Chapter 1: The unexpected Visitor
The stars glimmered above Thorinda's head has she trudged along the well-worn path of the Shire. It was warm in the season, as it always is when nearing the end of summer, almost causing Thorinda to shirk off her fur coat and cape and walk merely in her breeches and cotton shirt, but she pressed on. She was not meant live comfortably, the incident of Erabor was proof enough of that and she refused to weaken simply because of heat.
As the Dwarf queen neared her destination, she started to hear the shouts of her kin and their rambunctious singing, not to mention the smaller voice of someone she had not yet met, as they called for the dwarfs to be careful with his china. 'The burglar', she thought mildly to herself. Continuing her trek up the hill Thorinda finally saw the Hobbit hole and green door with the marking upon it glowing softly in the pale moonlight.
Thorinda noticed the singing had stopped, yet the laughter and teasing continued mercilessly. A long time ago she might have actually smiled, but much had changed in the past few decades. Not bothering to knock she simply let herself in and found the party had now entered into the doorway and hallway of the Hobbit hole where all of Thorinda's familiar now stood with Gandalf the Grey and the soon-to-be burglar.
"And for another thing, I don't care who this person is or what mountain she's queen of! I'll not be taking any more unexpected guests in this house hold!" The hobbit stood in front of Thorinda with his back turned and hands on hips while the dwarves all bowed in unison to their ruler.
"Now there's no reason to act so sorry, please get up." Bilbo said frantically, waving his hands spontaneously.
"My dear Bilbo, it is not to you the offer their service, but to her majesty behind you." Gandalf offered in explanation, eyeing said royalty with weariness.
Bilbo stiffened and slowly turned around to look up at the female dwarf who stood a good four inches above his own head.
"Thorinda Oakenshield at my own service, and you are Bilbo Baggins I presume." She said coolly, her dark, blue eyes flashing dully.
"Y-yes, hello," Bilbo stuttered and squeaked. Huffing, the woman moved past Bilbo and made her way towards the dining table, the other dwarves following suit. Kili and Fili offered apologetic smiles as they passed the befuddled hobbit before scurrying off with the rest of their kin.
The next hour or so passed before Bilbo in a confused blur and before he could completely focus he found himself crowded with the other dwarves in his living room.
"The dwarves in the North have refused my offer to join us, we'll be going alone it would seem."
"Anyone else see that coming?" Bofur grumbled. Shooting him a glare Dwalin smiled softly at his leader.
"Perhaps it is the will of Ayul, then. With you as our leader, we're sure to get our home back." The wizened dwarf said warmly.
"With us? A cook, tinkers, simple miners, and a soft lived hobbit, oh aye I'm sure the orcs will be shaking in their pale husks of skin." Ori griped in response, shaking his head solemnly.
"Yes, with each and every one of you. And I could not have asked for better warriors." Thorinda said, standing at her fellow dwarf's words. "I've only asked for your faith and loyalty, and I cannot ask for more."
"And you'll receive that and more, your majesty." Bombur thundered, his companions murmuring their own agreement.
And then something happened that Bilbo did not expect, for the dwarves began to sing and hum alike. Not at all like they had before in merriment and and jokes, this song was sad and lonely, almost lost.
And as Thorinda began to sing, Bilbo's heart ached with her sadness and he felt something awake inside of him, something that had once been lost with his parent's death.
Far over the misty mountains cold.
To dungeons deep, and caverns old.
The pines were roaring on the height.
The winds were moaning in the night.
The fire was red, it flaming spread.
The trees like torches blazed with light.
"Do not forget that you shall also have a wizard in your midst." Gandalf broke the silence with his promise, leaning on his staff all the while. The company turned their gaze to the silent hobbit. Bilbo lifted his head and gazed at them in turn, his tired eyes wearily resting on Thorinda, her own eyes meeting his.
She was certainly was pretty, contradictory to what he had been told about female dwarves. Ebony hair cascaded down over her fur draping's and her face was sharp with dark eyelashes that curtained her deep eyes.
When the silence grew, Gandalf cleared his throat uncomfortably, snapping Bilbo out of his reverie.
"Look, I'm sorry about what you've been through, but I'm not a thief, I'm a Hobbit. A Baggins no less and fairytales and adventures are for Tooks, most certainly not for me." Bilbo stood looking at the ground, not daring to face any of the company or their disappointment.
"Then we shall only bother you for the night, and will be gone before sunrise." Thorinda's cold voice cut through Bilbo like a razor. Turning away he made his way to his bedroom and collapsed on his bed.
"I told you we should not have come here, Gandalf. The hobbit is too soft, he's not meant for the life we lead."
"I'm sorry, Thorinda, you asked for my help and I've given it to you. Just wait; he may change your mind."
There was one thing that remained clear to Bilbo that evening and it was the fact that he would not sleep easily that night.