If you guys are wondering, a Kneazle is a magical cat from the harry potter universe. Crookshanks is half Kneazle. They have large ears and a lion like tail. Their whiskers can be used in a wand, although they will he inferior to one that contains unicorn hair, pheonix feather or dragon heart string. this is not a Harry potter/ Hobbit crossover, I'm simply using the Kneazle in this story. Please enjoy.
A little creature with large ears, Greengage eyes and tufted tail, coiled into itself and shuddered with cold and fright amongst a crack in a rock.
The little creature was alone and waiting for something to happen; anything. It couldn't stop shaking, the loud sounds from before reverberating in its skull.
Visions of violence flickered like wildfire within his mind, his eyes seeming to see them replaying over and over. Little droplets of water licked the inside of his eyelids and fell like tiny raindrops.
He let out some pitiful meows and wails, his sadness creating a solemn aura all around him. Even the bugs flitting about the blades of grass seemed to stop and lower their heads.
The little creature crying was a young Kneazle, a Kneazle werecat. He was originally a Hobbit from the shire, a tween called Bilbo Baggins.
Right now he curled in his cat form, trying to get warm and wait for the rain outside to stop. He needed to get away from there, find a way to Rivendell.
The valley of Imladris was where he was going with his mother, but after the,'incident,' Bilbo was now lost, alone and afraid.
He had been wondering the wilds of Eriador, near the Weathertop hills, going in a direction he couldn't grasp in his grief for three days now.
By now he was starving, thirsty, cold and exceedingly frightened. He knew he wouldn't last long, being in the state that he was, and was about ready to give up.
He nuzzled the hard ground, trying hard to pretend it was his mothers lap. He still remembered the way she smelt, what she sounded like and how she acted around her family. There was so much love there.
Now all Bilbo felt was a great, gaping chasm in his heart. It was like a shard of ice was lodged in his artery and refused to budge.
His eyes frosted over, his meowing coming to an end. He dropped fully onto his side, his arms limp and his eyelids falling. He hoped for the last time.
But then, his eyes snapped open. It was quiet, but Bilbo swore he heard footsteps amongst the crags and rocks of the hillside.
They were quiet at fist, but then got louder as something drew nearer. Bilbo then heard the clanking of metal and then a voice.
"Hey, what are you doing up there?" It asked.
"I thought I heard something around here just now." The voice, the nearest one said.
Bilbo froze in his cave, his body beginning to shake with renewed fear. His ears were down, close to his skull and his eyes were watching the gloom of the outside.
'What if the Orcs were back?' He worried. He couldn't help it and gave out a low whimper.
The person outside stopped. Even in the downpour Bilbo could hear those steps pause. They were going to walk right passed where he was hiding, but instead they doubled back. The clanking of metal, and the footfalls of heavy boots was drawing nearer and nearer to Bilbo's crack.
Bilbo's eyes widened when a face appeared just outside the rock walls. Dark brown eyes looked into the rock, spying a young cat within.
Bilbo trembled harder when a hand suddenly grasped his middle and wrenched free from the darkness of the little crack.
He brought his claws out and tried to swipe and scratch the appendage, not knowing who was picking him up. He didn't know who it was and thus didn't trust them.
"Ow, ouch, stop that, it's okay!" The person who was holding him tried to sound calm, even though he had claws sinking into the skin of his wrist.
Bilbo just tensed, his sopping wet fur not really able to bristle with all the moisture keeping it down. The tween must have looked like a right scrawny mess.
The person holding him brought Bilbo up so that he could get a good look at him. Green peered into brown. Bilbo saw that it wasn't an Orc at all, but rather a young Dwarf. He had a kind face, but right now it looked worried; although his eyes held a curious sparkle in them.
"Your cute, but..." The Dwarf started, looking all over the Kneazle "...what are you?" The dark haired Dwarf could see overly large ears, long tail with a tuft of white fur on the end, bright golden, although sopping wet fur, white paws and tawny stripes all along the body and tail. It was a gorgeous little thing but exotic looking.
Two heads turned when another Dwarf, one with blonde hair, came up to them. He had a braided beard and appeared to carry a whole arsenal of swords and daggers on his person. That explained the clanking.
"What you got there Kee?" He asked, walking up to his companion and standing close by.
The newcomer had piercing azure blue eyes, but they too were kind like the brown ones Bilbo already knew about. They both regarded the Kneazle with kind and grim expressions.
"Poor thing is soaked through, whatever it is." The blonde Dwarf said.
"You are right Fili, we should take him back to camp." The dark haired one said.
Fili took his right glove off and gingerly reached out to the nervous cat. He stroked Bilbo's cheek in a comforting manner. Bilbo couldn't help but start to purr at the gentle motion of his fingers.
It was the first comforting, nice thing that had happened to him ever since...
Bilbo felt tears prick his eyes again. He closed them and started to tremble.
The dark haired Dwarf must have mistook his sadness for the cold for he opened up his fur lined coat and placed Bilbo inside.
"I hope uncle won't mind."
"You know how he is Kili, but how can he turn away such a cute wee thing?"
The Dwarf, now known as Kili, chuckled. Bilbo could feel the small reverberations from deep within his cloths. Bilbo was strangely comfortable where he was. For the first time in a long while he felt warm. He snuggled amongst the coat, almost drifting off to sleep.
"I know Fee. Let's just go back. There is nothing out here anyway."
Bilbo then heard them trudge back the way they came. He could feel steady, long strides from Kili as he walked beside his brother.
They navigated the rocks and boulders of the hill, watching their step and traversing over small cracks expertly without allowing their feet to fall in and become stuck.
They talked animatedly all the way back to where they originated from, but Bilbo closed them off. He was exhausted and felt his lids droop again.
Yet again he was on the verge of sleep, but was disrupted when Kili brought him out from amongst his cloths.
Bilbo whined in protest, but stopped when he was brought into the sight of eleven other Dwarfs, all sat around a fire under a rocky overhang. The rain was still pouring outside, but it was warm and dry under there.
Bilbo felt immensely uncomfortable under so much scrutiny so he began to wriggle in Kili's grasp. It didn't help that he held him up with his hands under Bilbo's arms, his legs and tail hanging down and showing all of him for the whole world to see.
Bilbo hissed, his eyes becoming slits until Kili held him using a better method. Only slightly better. He held him like he was a baby. Bilbo was too tired to protest.
"What have you found?" A low voice grumbled.
"We were out there, scouting for Orcs when we heard a voice in the wind and rain, we followed it and found this little guy here." Kili explained whilst stroking Bilbo's white tufted belly.
"And what is it exactly?" Another voice asked, sounding interested in the Dwarf brothers find.
"Dunno, but he is a cute little thing!" Kili squealed causing Bilbo to start.
"Don't scare him now Fee, he doesn't look to be in any good condition." Bilbo felt himself being hoisted away. He looked up to see he was now in the arms of Fili. The blonde Dwarf then proceeded to look him over, Turing him this way and that. Bilbo was feeling a little annoyed now. He just wanted to sleep and keep warm. He was hungry too.
Suddenly another Dwarf, a black haired one with piercing sapphire eye stepped forward. He began to sniff the air close to Bilbo.
He seemed to pick up a scent when his eyes looked rather cat like, the obsidian pupils contracting menacingly.
"Drop him Fili, that is no ordinary cat. He is a Werecat, like us!"
There was silence all around. Bilbo could feel his heart pounding like a rabbits in between his lungs.
He felt endangered now.
please tell me what you think. The picture I drew with this story is basically Bilbo in his Kneazle form.
