Bilbo Baggins was having a quiet time in the study of his home in bag end. He lit his pipe thoughtfully and blew smoke rings that glowed in the dark room. The smoky shapes were familar somehow. He watched them for a while, and eventually realized that they reminded him of the ring he kept in his pocket! It was a very special ring, and would eventually take an incredible journey across middle earth, sealing the fate of hobbits and people everywhere. Bilbo did not know this yet, because that was years in the future. For now, Bilbo was left to quietly wait for excitement. He missed having excitement in his life. Things got boring in the Shire, because the people in the town had no taste for adventure and there were no dragons to fight anymore.
One smoke ring floated up slowly and took on a strange shape. Bilbo squinted his old eyes at it. It looked almost like… a heart.
A quiet knock came from the door. Who would bother an old hobbit on a night like this? It wouldn't be Frodo because he's gone off to visit family. Bilbo slowly stood up and shuffled towards the big round door. "Who is it?" He growled, and realized that he sounded like an crochety old man. "I don't want any visitors, it's too late at night!"
A strangely haunting and familiar voice floated in from the other side of the door. "And what abouut old friendssss?" A chill ran up Bilbo's spine, and his eyes went big and wide. Could it really be? It seemed unlikely, but the voice was so familar! He was fearful for a moment, but his heart beat anxiously as he opened the door.
[AN- sorry the first chapter is so short! I'm gunna keep writing this so there should be more chapters soon! Please rate and review thanks~]