General Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own anything related to Lord of the Rings/The Hobbit/Tolkien-verse other than the stack of books and films that I paid somebody for. All characters and their rights belong to Tolkien and Jackson and a long list of people that I'm not a part of. I only own Gilrin, her family members (we've got a ways to go before you meet them), and other random fun filler characters.
This is a combination of book/movie verse - I tried to incorporate as much of the book as possible, but still picked movie verse for parts of it simply because that is what people are familiar with (and to be honest, I love the movie very much). Tolkien was kind of scant in a lot of The Hobbit so that leaves a lot of room for expansion. HOWEVER I tried my best to stay true to form with Tolkien-verse. C:
This is being beta'd by the ever lovely Saf Dawnheart!
I know it's kind of a repeated idea: elf/human/not-dwarf gets with a member of the company, but I hope you enjoy it all the same!
Love, Alex
Adventures are nasty, dangerous things. Ask any Hobbit, and they'll tell you the same. They prefer warm food, a roaring fire, their books, and all the other comforts that come in a cosy Hobbit hole. It's a peaceful life, the one that Hobbits lead, and they wouldn't have it any other way.
Mr Bilbo Baggins, of Bag-End, was quite the same in that regard, or at least that's what he had grown to become. As a child he was forever giving his mother headaches when he ran off into the woods and fields looking for adventures. But as Mr Baggins grew up, the adventurous spirit began to dwindle until it was safely tucked away behind the longing for a normal life in the Shire.
It was his desire for one of these comforts – a nice smoke in the garden – that would change Mr Baggins' life forever, when a wandering Grey Pilgrim arrived at his gate and was wished to have a 'good morning.' Or rather, might have been told it was a good morning whether he wished it to be or not. Or perhaps that it was a morning to be good on. Maybe all of them at once, I suppose.
Over hill and under dale, with thirteen dwarves (or dwarrows, as they preferred to be collectively called) and the wandering Pilgrim, Bilbo was dragged, quite obnoxiously, into the greatest adventure of any Hobbit who had ever lived in the Shire.
Indeed, it was a quest to reclaim the beautiful dwarf kingdom of Erebor, and the poor hobbit had been finagled into becoming the burglar for the determined dwarrows. The host of Bilbo's company, Thorin Oakenshield, was to be the King under the Mountain. The elder of the two dwarrows known as Fili and Kili (who affectionately referred to our Mr Baggins as 'Mr Boggins') was the heir to this kingdom, after Thorin, for he was his nephew.
Bilbo learned of Thorin's quest, of Azog the Defiler, of the elves who never came to help when Smaug the Terrible besieged Erebor, of how Thorin never forgave and never forgot. They were stories to be recounted in his old age, he thought, when he would be enjoying a nice, quiet life in his little Hobbit hole, if he lived to return to his beloved Shire. Maybe he'd even write a book all about his adventures. After all, no one would believe him, but it would certainly make a great story to tell.
Thorin, unfortunately, was not quite so welcoming to Bilbo, even when the hobbit did his best with the trolls and saved all of their lives.
He was less welcoming to the idea of carrying an elven blade.
Somehow, Gandalf had a feeling he'd been even less welcoming to what lay in the Greenwood, and beyond.
Because some folk he'd never forget. Others, he'd never forgive.