This is my first ever Hobbit Fanfiction! Reviews are welcome! Cookies to those who do.

Dislcaimer: I only own Miran

The hooves of her horse thundered against the ground as she pushed him to full gallop. The side of her face caked with blood that had come from the wound just above her right eyebrow. The Orcs were chasing her, they were angry that their meal had escaped. Miran had stumbled across an Orc camp by accident, and now she had paid for it.

The heavy panting of the horse was heard over the sound of his thundering hooves. But the horse was growing tired and started to slowly down. Suddenly she was jerked from the horse as he cried out. She too cried out in pain as she landed heavily on the hard earth. Looking up she saw arrows protruding from his hind quarters. He screamed before he ran off leaving her behind.

"There she is!"

"Get her!"

"Rip the bones from her flesh!"

Miran got up and ran as fast as she could, her sword clutched in her hands prepared to defend herself. She could see the cliff's edge drawing nearer. If she made it to the river she could get away.

Closer and closer the cliff's edge came. She heard the sound of arrows being let loose from their bows as her legs prepared her body for the leap she was about to take. As she leapt a pain erupted in her back as the feeling of cold icy metal pierced her flesh. "GAH!"

Her cries echoed in the night as she fell from the cliff's edge falling to the water below. Hitting the water her skin stung from its cold embrace. Her hand never letting go of her sword. The water carried her roughly along. Miran's hand tried grabbing at the rocks as they passed her by. The sound of the river roaring grew louder and louder. Before her she could see the beginning of a mighty waterfall. She couldn't do anything as the waters carried her towards it.

"Please, let me live." She muttered, not knowing what spirits would hear her plea as the waterfall's hold grabbed her, carrying her down...down. Finally hitting the river below with such a heavy blow it knocked her into a black abyss.

Please let me live.

Bilbo uttered a large sigh as he walked down to the river. He thought perhaps a day of fishing would relieve him of the headache that was bombarding his brain. He carried his basket in one hand while his fishing rod lay over his shoulder. He hummed to himself as he walked down the path to the river.

After several minutes he found a good spot and sat upon the river bank. He flicked his line so it landed in the water. As he hummed his head turned to the side before he did a double take.

Laying there tangled against a tree's roots was a woman. She moved so slowly it looked as if she wasn't moving at all. Her sword still clutched in her hand, whilst an arrow protruded from her back. "HEY!"

Bilbo ran to the woman, hoping along some stones to cross the river. "Here give me your hand."

Her blood covered face looked up slowly, her piercing sapphire eyes looked deep into is. "Help me..." Miran murmured as her hand clutched at the muddy river bank. Bilbo took that hand into his and pulled.

"Come one." Using all the strength that was in his body he pulled her from the water. Miran crawled along the ground her hand still clutched to Bilbo's. Her breathing heavy as she tried to keep herself awake.

"Thank you..." She murmured, "Thank you..." Bilbo felt her hand grow limp against his. His hand reached for her neck feeling a pulse still beating. He quickly pulled the arrow from her back, grimacing at the horrific design of it all.

"My lady...My lady what's your name?" He asked shaking her to keep her awake. "My lady?" But it was no use, she had fallen unconscious. "D-Don't worry my lady. You'll be ok." He tried to reassure himself more than her. "Oh god what do I do?" In a slight panic Bilbo looped his arms under hers and started to pull her along in a desperate attempt to get her back to his home.

He prayed no one saw him.

An eternity seemed to pass before Miran's eyes began to flutter open. She felt not the cold water of the river, nor the hard ground. But the warmth and comfort of a bed. Her vision was blurry as she looked around. Soon clearing she saw that she was in a room, but where was she? She remembered a voice and being pulled from the river.

She groaned when she felt a dull pain in her back. Reaching around she felt bandages under a clean shirt. Not her leather she had been wearing. Slowly she stood up noticing that she was in a set of cloths unfamiliar to her.

Looking out of the window of the room she saw green fields and trees. Quietly she opened the door of the room and stepped out into the foyer. The house was quiet, well almost quiet. She could hear some clatter in the kitchen. Looking in she saw a small man, just slightly smaller than her, with...large feet.

"A Hobbit?" Miran muttered to herself but loud enough for him to here.

Bilbo spun around and saw Miran standing there, "Oh, goodness you're awake!" He walked over to her "Greetings or well good morning miss."

A soft smile came to her face, "Hello master Hobbit." She bowed her head to him, "Thank you for, well for saving my life really." Her smile made Bilbo blush and become rather flustered.

"O-o-o-oh well it was nothing really. You're lucky I had gone out to fish when I did."

"Yes and indeed I am very grateful to you. I'm Miran."

Bilbo smiled and shook Miran's hand "Bilbo Baggins at your service Ma'm. Are you hungry, I just finished making breakfast and tea." Bilbo politely pulled out one of the seats for Miran to sit down on "I made bacon, eggs, sausage, toast. Some potatoes and oh lovely pancakes if I do say so meself."

"All which sound very wonderful Bilbo."

Bilbo blushed again at her complement, never had he been complemented so by a lady. "M-may I ask, how did you come to be in that river. With the um...dreadful looking arrow in your back?" Bilbo flinched at the memory of that horrid thing. "It looked rather repulsive, hope you don't get any diseases from it."

Miran couldn't help but laugh at that last part. "Wouldn't really be surprised if I did knowing what horrid creatures made those arrows." Taking a sip of her tea she noticed the poor Hobbit's face turn quite pale.

"H-horrid Creatures? W-what creatures do you speak of?"

"Oh don't you worry yourself with them Bilbo. But if you must know I stumbled upon their layer and they took it upon themselves to try and eat me."

"Eat you?!" Bilbo exclaimed in a horrified voice.

"Yes Bilbo eat me. I got back on the horse I had sto-borrowed from a human village that I had found abandoned and got away as fast as I could. But, unfortunately, they followed. Shot arrows into the horse causing it to knock me from its back. So I then proceeded to run and was shot myself before I made the jump from the cliff."

"C-c-c-cliff? You jumped from a c-c-c-c-cliff?" Bilbo couldn't believe his poor ears. "Oh my you poor woman."

"It was only a sixty foot drop." She tried to reassure him but only seemed to make it worse.

"SIXTY!" Bilbo stood from his chair rather abruptly startling Miran "You could have been killed from the fall alone! Not to mention the waterfalls."

"There was them too." She muttered softly as she looked down into her cup of tea.

"Oh dear." He plopped back down in his seat. The thought of things so horrid sent his mind spinning.

"Are you alright Bilbo?" Miran looked at the Hobbit's face.

"You are lucky to survive."

"I am. Thank you again for pulling me out." Her smile made Bilbo blush causing a smile of his own to form on his face.

"You are most welcome my Lady. And, you are welcome to stay here in my home till you are well enough to travel again."

Miran smiled once more her eyes turning back to her cup of tea. Bilbo sat beside her munching peacefully on his breakfast.