This will have language mainly based in Bilbo's head and it will be a slash Thilbo. Also this is an AU based around the story so some events will be the same with slight alterations!
The Hobbit is not mine i just get inspired form it! Please enjoy!
If anyone where to ask the small man living on the roundest hill at Bag End whether he was happy, he would look up from his book and raise a single eye brow before burrowing back into his novel with a grunt of 'of course I'm happy.' Most would smile and walk away content to know the charming young bachelor was happy in his life of solidarity and habitual schedules. Unfortunately no one ever pressed for more, questioning why he never socialized much, or went out with any of the pretty lasses or even ventured far from his home? But no one questioned and Bilbo Baggins kept his mouth firmly shut.
In truth he was lonely, oh so very lonely and something inside of him yearned for the outside world.
Something buried deep inside of him was pulling out to him but he had made a promise long ago to his mother he would stay safe in Bag End and not go out into the world. So there Bilbo stayed, slowly wasting away as the call got stronger and strong each year.
He should have listened to the tales. He should have headed their warnings because they say when you wish upon a falling star you get what you desire and Bilbo Baggins wanted to leave the Shire and find his call.
The stars heard his silent please and granted his boon. His wish was fast approaching and set in motion forces he could not have understood.
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It was a pleasant morning like every other day in the Shire. All the other hobbits where all smiles and friendly greetings and Bilbo wanted to hit each and every one over the head with a heavy frying-pan to hopefully knock the happy right out of their skulls. But he couldn't because that wouldn't be the 'respectable' thing to do. So instead he sat outside of his house- where he'd rather be holed up in- and greeted every neighbor and partook in 'pleasant' small talk. He smoked to calm his nerves and stop himself from voicing all of his inappropriate thoughts.
Hobbits where kind and gentle creatures so any of Bilbo's inner thoughts would have most likely shocked the jolly creatures and cause a few to faint. The thought brought a small smile to Bilbo's pudgy face as he exhaled a smoke ring and closed his eyes at the idea. He knew just who he'd distress with his words. Those Sackville- Baggins had been giving him a headache since his father had passed away and seeing Lobelia flabbergasted as her cheeks puffed and turned bright red would be worth its weight in gold.
The attack of his exhaled smoke to his sensitive nasal canals sputtered Bilbo from his favorite daydream, to open his eyes to a large man standing at his gate, leaning heavily on a wooden staff. Bilbo prided himself as an excellent judge of character –inherited from his mother- and he had yet to be wrong or even evaluate someone outside of their potential, so looking up at the lanky gray man, Bilbo was floored. The stranger was obviously a very powerful man, both in magic and influence.
"Good Morning?" The hobbit asked with a tremor in his voice. It was a more a test than an actual greeting and his voice never wavered but this stranger couldn't know that Bilbo was a strong individual, so it was best to play the helpless and scared card.
"Are you wishing me good morning or stating it is a morning I should be good on?" The gray man questioned cryptically.
Bilbo smiled crookedly but inside he was beaming. "Both I suppose."
"Bilbo Baggins I thought a son of Belladonna Took would have more manners than what little you have displayed so far," the man reprimanded.
Bilbo raised an eyebrow at the comment, the tip of his ears growing pink. Rarely was his mother ever referred to by her maiden name. "You know my name but I'm afraid I do not know yours," replied the hobbit with a cheery smile. Wishing he could have yelled at the man. He was the one being rude.
"I recall you well Bilbo Baggins, as a lad you made off with seven of my Wiz Poppers," the wizard said with a fond smile.
Bilbo's face alit with a genuine smile. It had been many years since he had last seen the old wizard and he still looked the same. Bilbo had gotten caught every time he had tried to snatch one of the fireworks for the old mage but it never stopped him from trying.
"Gandalf, it's good to know you're still about telling stories and entertaining the kiddies," the hobbit said as the great wizard frowned at the comment.
"Enough of the pleasantries, I am here to see the judger of men."
Bilbo shot to his feet, glancing around nervously and wondering if anyone had heard the old man's declaration. He glared harshly at the thin man, not caring how old he was. Bilbo would still consider giving him a well -placed right hook if provoked. He kept his hands down but they trembled at his side.
"There is no such person here, I suggest you seek elsewhere and take your trouble with you," Bilbo stammered. He was so flustered he forgot to get his mail and stumbled up the steps to slam the door and firmly lock it, praying the wizard would leave and never return.
Oh how wrong he was.