Title: Indigo Flower of the Valley
Series: Violet series
No. in series: 1
OCs: Violet Greenhill
Summary: Violet Greenhill accompanies her best friend on an adventure that changes her life forever. This is a venture in a life time to reclaim a homeland with a group of dwarves led by the dwarf Lord, Thorin Oakenshield. They'll face goblins, Wargs, deadly Orcs, wicked trolls, and Elves to survive there part of the journey. Can they succeed or will they fail. First in the Violet Greenhill series.
Disclaimer: The Hobbit, it's characters and settings and plotline originally goes to J.R.R Tolkien, Peter Jackson and Warner Brothers. I only own my OC, Violet Greenhill
Chapter 1
There Lived Two Hobbits…
April 25, TA 2941…
Bilbo Baggins did his regularly sitting out and enjoying the fresh air and smoking smoke rings. He offered for Violet to come out with him, but she passed. He forgot she did not like smoking. "Good morning," Bilbo said tothe wizard.
"What do you mean?" the Older man asked. "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?"
"All of them at once, I suppose," Bilbo said. "Can I help you?"
"It remains to be seen," Gandalf said, he looked at Bilbo in a strange way. "I'm looking for someone or two to share in an adventure."
Violet brought down her book and listened to him.
"An adventure? No, I don't imagine anyone west of Bree, would have much interest in adventures," Bilbo said. He went to his mailbox. "Nasty, disturbing, uncomfortable things. Make you late for dinner!"
He looked through the mail, pretending the wizard was not there.
"Good morning!" Bilbo said, starting to walk back to the door.
"To think that I should have lived to be good- morninged by Belladonna Took's son, as if I was selling buttons at the door!" the elder man spat.
"Beg your pardon?" Bilbo asked.
"You've changed, and not entirely for the better, Bilbo Baggins.
"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 said.
They hear the door open and a girl stepping out, saying, "Bilbo, it's time for-"
Violet Greenhill finished cooking up their second breakfast and went out to retrieve Bilbo from outside. Ever since she was twelve years old, Belladonna took her in for Tom because of her trouble fitting in at Bree and at home. Now, they were her new family. But after the past ten years, she lived with only Bilbo. Her curly, dark brown hair was in a bun and her hazel eyes were sparkling very bright. She did not get men and their habits for smoking. Some of the hobbit women did smoke, but only on rare occasions. Especially the time Mrs. Gamgee had a party and she and Violet sat down and talked about her husband and her soon to be born son/daughter.
"Bilbo, it's time for-"she was interrupted when she saw a familiar face. The familiar face was of Gandalf the Grey, who Bilbo was clearly not listening.
Well you know my name, although you don't remember I belong to it. I'm..."
"Gandalf," Violet said aloud.
"Violet? Violet Greenhill?" Gandalf asked.
The hobbit lass nodded.
"By George, it's been so long. You've grown into a beautiful young lady, I see." The wizard chuckled. "And still shy as normal."
"I merely call it I'm nervous to speak for myself," Violet explained more.
"Gandalf? Not Gandalf, the wandering wizard who made such excellent fireworks?" Bilbo realized. "Old Took used to have them on Midsummer's Eve! Well! I had no idea you were still in business."
Gandalf's face turned tostone and Violet thought, Oh dear. He's angered the wizard.
"And where else should I be?" Gandalf asked.
"Well..." Bilbo said and started to chew on his endpiece.
"Well, I'm pleased to find you remember something about me, even if it's only my fireworks," Gandalf said, a little disappointed. "Are you two married then?"
"No!" Bilbo and Violet shouted together.
"Well that's decided. It'll be very good for you, and most amusing for me. I shall inform the others," Gandalf said and turns away.
"Inform the who...? What...?! No! No! No, wait!" Bilbo cried. He grabbed Violet's arm and raced up the stairs with her in tow. "We do not want any adventures here, thank you. Not today, not... I suggest you try over the hill or...across the water. Good morning."
"Simple goodbye would have sufficed and a warning," Violet said.
Sorry Vi, but come on. 'Are we married'? What kind of question is that. We're just-"
"Just friends and nothing more," Violet finished.
"Now, come on, let's eat some breakfast, again," Violet said.
Said hobbit went down the hallway to get the food on the platters. Bilbo was close to following her until he heard a scratch at the door. He looked out the window but was scared by an eye appearing out of nowhere. The hobbit hid behind a pillar in his house and looked back and saw the wizard was moving out. He twitched his nose before going to at breakfast and forget about Gandalf.
Bilbo was, later feeling very paranoid when he and Violet left their home. Violet on the other hand wasn't paranoid, but she was wondering what the wizard's game was and why he asked if they were married. She figured it was because they were living together and it really didn't help they were opposite genders. In the market Bilbo waited for his fish ready. Violet looked at Lobelia who disgusted Vi very well. The reason was that Lobelia hated that Violet was living with Bilbo Baggins, and most people rumored that Bilbo and her were getting married. Lobelia feared that because Violet could produce heirs for Bilbo and then the Sackville-Baggins would not reach what they wanted.
"We're set Violet," Bilbo said. He watched her snare at his cousin in law as they passed by.
"Hello, Mr. Bilbo, Miss Violet," said the farmer, Mr. Worrywort. "Here. Have a feel of me tubers. Nice and firm, they are. Just come in from West Farthing."
"Whoa, they are nice and firm," Violet said as she smiled fixing her coat she was wearing.
"Yes, Very impressive, Mr. Worrywort. Now, I don't suppose you've seen a Wizard lurking around these parts?" Bilbo asked.
"A tall fellow? Long, gray beard? Pointy hat...? Can't say I have." the Farmer said.
Bilbo saw something grey and grabbed Violet's wrist, which they started fleeing to the bridge. Then they turned and Bilbo saw it was baskets and a sack on top while Violet's smile went unnoticed.
Mr. Baggins and Ms. Greenhill almost ate their food when the sound of the bell. They both looked at each other. When Bilbo opened the door, it was a dwarf with a dark-green hood. He was very bold and had many scars from the battles he won or was in.
"Dwalin," the unexpected dwarf said and bowed, "At your service."
Hm. Uh...Bilbo...Baggins...at yours," Bilbo said awkwardly.
The dwarf looked at the Hobbit skeptically before stepping in side.
"Do we know each other?" Bilbo asked.
Dwalin answered: "No."
He took off his coat.
"Which way, laddie? Is it down here?" Dwalin asked.
"Is...Is what down where?" Bilbo asked.
"Supper," Dwalin answered and gave the cloak at Bilbo. "He said there'd be food, and lots of it."
"He...he said? Who said?"
Bilbo gave Dwalin is supper instead. Violet met him, and he mistook her as Mrs. Baggins and not Miss Greenhill. She didn't even eat when Dwalin started his plate. All she did was have the food in her spoon and didn't take a bite.
"Very good this. Any more?" Dwalin asked.
" What? Uh...oh...uh yes, yes." Bilbo went over to the container of biscuits and helped himself to the jar, put it behind his back. Violet took one herself and Bilbo showed some of it to Dwalin.
"Help yourself." Bilbo offered.
The dwarf scarfed it down probably without chewing it.
"It's just that, um...I wasn't expecting company," Bilbo said. The door bell rung. Dwalin looked at Bilbo with one look.
"That'll be the door," Dwalin said.
Bilbo went to answer it t-o Balin, Dwalin's older brother.
"Balin. At your service." the dwarf said.
"Good evening," Bilbo said.
"Yes. Yes, it is. Although I think it might rain later. Am I late?"
"Late...for what?" Bilbo asked confused
When Balin saw his brother by Bungo and Belladonnas portraits, he started chuckling. Dwalin smiled when he saw his brother.
"Evening, brother!" Balin laughed.
" By my beard! You are shorter and wider than last we met," Dwalin chuckled.
"Wider, not shorter. Sharp enough for both of us," Balin said.
They bashed their heads in with each other.
"Uh...excuse me. Sorry. I hate to interrupt. Uh...but the thing is I'm not entirely sure you're in the right house," Bilbo said. They were ignoring him. "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. The thing is, um...The thing is, I don't...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 'lin brothers looked at the Hobbit, and Balin answered: Apology accepted."
"Oh, no. Fill it up now, brother, don't stint," Balin said.
"You want to get stuck in?
Balin entered the kitchen or the dining table where Violet was. She froze when they came in.
"Well, Gandalf never told us that Master Baggins was Mr. Baggins, Balin laughed as he sat next to her. " Quite a beauty you have their Mr. Baggins .A pleasure to meet you Mrs. Baggins.
"We're not married!" the Hobbits said together.
Violet said, "Mrs. Baggins was my friend's mother.
"Well, my mistake. Well, then what is your name then?"
"No, I'm Violet, Violet Greenhill at your service," Violet said. She reached out a hand and Balin assumed she was just shaking hands with him.
Violet quickly followed Bilbo and appeared at his side. These dwarves were clearly not going to stop. She thought both the young dwarves were a little attractive.
"Fíli," the blonde said.
"And Kíli." the brunette said. Both of them bowed with an "At your service" and looked at the hobbits.
"You must be Mr. Boggins and Miss Greenhill," Kíli said with a smile on his face.
"No! You can't come in, you've come to the wrong house," Bilbo said, close to closing the door until Kíli's foot got in the way and he opened th edoor more.
"What?! Has it been canceled?" Kíli said, disappointed.
"No one told us," Fíli said, also disappointed
"Can..." Bilbo said, confused. "No, nothing's been cancelled."
"That's a relief." Kíli said with happiness in his voice and the both fo them invaded Bilbo's and Violet's home. Fíli, meanwhile was throwing his weapons on Bilbo.
"Careful with these, I just had them sharpened." Fíli told Bilbo.
"It's nice, this place. Did you do it yourself?" Kíli asked, and about to rub the mud off his boots on Belladonna's chest.
"That's my mother's glory box, can you please not do that?!" Bilbo demanded.
Violet gave him a towel.
"Better than using a dusty old chest," Violet explained to him.
"Thank you, Miss Greenhill, " Kíli said and took the mud off of his boots and threw it to the side. Violet sighed and ignored it, going into the kitchen.
"Fíli, Kíli, come on, give us a hand," Dwalin told the youngsters who just came through Bilbo's and Violet's door.
"Mr. Dwalin." Kíli said.
"Let's shove this in the hole, or otherwise we'll never get everyone in," Balin said. Bilbo caught this and Violet stopped her work and looked out.
"Ev...everyone?!" Bilbo stammered. "How many more are there?"
The bell was heard and Bilbo thought this was the final straw.
"Oh, no! No, no. There's nobody home!" Bilbo shouted. "Go away, and bother somebody else! There's far too many dwarves in my dining room as it is."
"Bilbo!" Violet said as she went next to him, "don't you think you should be easy on them."
"No Violet! This is the final straw!" Bilbo shouted. He grasped the door's handle. "If...if this is some blockhead's idea of a joke, I can only say, it is in very poor taste!"
The door opened and dwarves fell onto the mat. Cue the mastermind behind this all (literally when Gandalf popped his head down.
"Gandalf," Bilbo said, finally annoyed.