So, this is a fanfiction which I decided to write as a birthday present to a friend of mine. I really hope she'll appreciate it.

I've tried to mix the movie and the book a bit, so you will find scenes from both. Prbably most from the book, because dad actually gave it to me (in norwegian), so I've translatet it into english. I really hope you'll like it. Thank you for reading.

Katrine L.

Prologue

So, who exactly is this story about? That's a subject which can easily be discussed. Is it Thorin? Or Bilbo? Gandalf? Or maybe it was a none of these... Maybe there was another person who went with, and who found something this person didn't expect to find.

Anyway. This story begins with a hole in the ground. This hole wasn't a disgusting, humid hole which smelled bad. And it wasn't a dried sand hole where there were no places to sit either, nor anything to eat. It was a hobbit hole, something that meant it was comfortable. This hobbit hole had a beautiful circular, green painted door with a shiny brass knob in the middle. This door led to a circular corridor which reminded of a tunnel – a vaulted, nice and comfortable tunnel where there was no smoke, with wainscoted walls and a tiled floor, covered with carpets. In the corridor there were also polished chairs, and on the walls there was a line with hooks to hang coats and hats on – because hobbits were quite hospitable. The tunnel went inwards in a quite straight line – not totally straight – into the hill which persons for miles round used to call the Hill. On both sides of the corridor there were small, circular doors. The hobbit didn't need to climb up any stairs. Bedrooms, bathroom, cellar, pantries (and those there were many of), cloakroom (the hobbit had rooms filled with cloths), kitchens and dining rooms, everything were in the same floor. The best rooms were on the left side of the corridor when you entered, because they were the only which had windows with view to the garden outside, and over the meadow outside the garden which went down to the river.

This hobbit was rich, and his name was Bilbo Baggins. The Bagginses had for ages been living in the Hill, and other hobbits looked up to them, not only because they were rich, but also because they were ordinary and nice hobbits who never went on adventures or did something unexpected. You could know what a Baggins would answer on a question without asking.

This is the story about how two Bagginses – Bilbo and Rosie Baggins – came out for an adventure and both did and said unexpected things. It could be they lost the neighbourhood's respect, but they both won – yes, let's see if they actually won anything.

Now maybe you have a question. Who are those hobbits? They are (or rather were) a small people, about half our height, and smaller than those bearded dwarves. The hobbits have no beard. It's nothing magician about them, if you don't think about the normal skill to disappear soundless when huge people, humans, are coming. The hobbits do easily become thick, especially the stomack, they use cloths with bright, clean colours (especially yellow and green), they use no shoes, because they have thick skin under their feet which is nearly as soles. Besides, they have warm, thick fur on their feet, and the hair could remind of fur, only that it's curly. They have pliable, brown fingers, good-natured faces and a deep laughter from the heart, especially after they've eaten dinner, something they do a few times per day, if that's possible.

And then, who was Bilbo Baggins? Well, first of all, he was most of the things I just mentioned. He was son of the famous Belladonna Took who was one of the three mysterious daughters of the Old Took. The Old Took was in his time the leader of the hobbits on the other side of the Water, the river which ran at the end of the Hill. In the other families there were often told that one from the Took-family had married with an elf. This was, of course, only rumours and not true at all, but there was something about the Took-family which wasn't totally normal for hobbits, and sometimes it happened that one of them went on adventures. Then the family did everything so other hobbits wouldn't get to know. But what was sure, was that the Took-family wasn't as respected as the Bagginses, even if they without doubt were richer.

Not that Belladonna Took went on any adventures after she married Bungo, Bilbo's father. Bungo built a fantastic hobbit hole to her (most of her monies), and a more fantastic hobbit hole there couldn't be found in the Hill nor the other side of the Water. They lived there until they died. It could be that their only son, Bilbo, even if he looked like, and acted like his father, had got something a bit weird from the Took-family, something which would appear when the right time came. But it didn't before Bilbo Baggins was grown. He was about 50 years old, and lived in the same fantastic hobbit hole which I told about earlier, that which his father had built. Then something happened. Maybe it was the first sign, but at least it wasn't a bad thing. Bilbo adopted a young girl about twenty years before this story takes place, and this young girl could be the main character of this story.

So, let me tell you what I know about this young girl. She was different from hobbits. Between hobbits she was high, but that was only with a few inches, so she was still lower than dwarves. This girl had long, brown hair, and it wasn't curly. Her eyes were dark brown and shone like gold in the sunlight. One of the words to describe her could be 'petite'. She had small hands and feet, and she wore dark red shoes. That was another different. She had no fur on her feet. She was as usually dressed in a red and white dress. She was quiet and always though before she said anything. She loved reading, and always took distance from other hobbits at her own age. She never liked to be the centre of the attention. Then there was another thing which made her different. There was a pain which never left her, and this pain sat in her chest. She never told anybody except Bilbo about this, and as she grew older she learned to live with it. It was always there, impossible to escape.

Nobody knew for sure where she came from or who her parents were, but some said that she had to be half elvish because of her grace and look. Her name was Rosie Baggins and she was 32 years old when this story began.

And now, turn to next page and let the story begin...

I'm really glad you took your time to read, and now, please leave a review in the box bellow.

Yeah, and before I forget it, I should probably say that it's quite rare that I update regulary. I hope you'll understand when I say that I've got a lot to do beside school.

And if you find any wrong spelled words or some gramatic mistakes, please tell me and I'll correct it. Thank you!