Hello! Due to the distinct lack in Bilbo fics, ( aside for bilbo/thorin, theres plenty of those XD) I've decided to do this. I watched Desolation of Smaug a while ago, so after the intense fangirling session, i came up with this. i also have a Smaug one in mind, If any of you peeps reading this are also interested in that. This will mostly follow the movies, I know i know, but i have read the books, quite a few times, and its easier to remember the scenes from the movie than the pages from the books. It may deviate from the main canon, for the sake of different interactions with Adeline, but it will mostly stay on track.

Edited 17/9/15 for spelling and paragraph flow

Wiping off my dirt encrusted coat, I continued down the clear path, hopefully the one going to the Shire. The day that was once warm and inviting, had now turned into a bitter cold night, forcing me to bundle up in my thickest coat to avoid freezing to death. Or at least delay it, as I could barely feel my fingers in my gloves at this point. The trail way luckily clean, and I wasn't stuck hopping over endless fallen trees and leaping through bushes like I was usually stuck doing. I had gotten a letter a month ago, detailing a party at one of The Shires most wealthy inhabitants. Bilbo Baggins. I'd never knew the guy, but what caused me to come out here was the person who signed the letter, that being Bofur. I knew the dwarf, both of our years of aimless traveling had brought us to the same rinky-dink towns in the middle of nowhere. His work as a toy maker, or tinker, brought him to many towns along with his brothers, while my work, as just a plain traveler, brought me to plenty of different places, More for just my amusement. He said that him, and his fellow friends needed my help with something, an adventure more specific.

After speaking to him many times, I owned the good guy some trust, taking his word to head out here and leaving me stumbling through Bree all the way to the center of the Shire. He didn't explain much in note to me, just that he needed someone who knew their way though the forests beyond Bree and some of the human towns. But I had a feeling he's in need of something else other than just my handy map skills. Everything I did growing up, was to avoid getting caught. Stealing was something you could have your hand cut off for, and i needed my hand, but i also needed food. So I learned, and the shadows that I was once afraid of as a child became my friend, cloaking me in black when I needed it most. I only stole when I needed it, I didn't have the greed that most had, that was what always got you caught in the end. But was always times where i got a high for breaking into a place no other had gotten before, and sometimes i couldn't help by try to up my own records. Bofur never doubted me for being a thief, he understood my need to survive like i did, and I owed the dwarf a great deal of gratitude for it. I never was good with a sword though, I never really did learn when i was young.

But at Least I have my knife, I thought, Absent mindingly fiddling with the holster of said knife. I mostly used if for cutting the game I caught, and maybe knocking someone out with the handle, but other than that, I'd only used the actual blade in a random attack i'd had with a group of bandits I ran across on the trail when I was on another trip. I've been lucky to not come across any on this trip, but the way back had yet to be confirmed.

I reached the clearing, the pleasant sight of cute little hobbit holes along the hill, some beside little fields of cabbage and carrots becoming visible to me. A few goats and pigs sounded as I walked past, but most of them ignored me, to busy eating or sleeping to take notice of me. The hobbit hole I was looking for, was at the end of the path, on top of a large hill, and in another. At least thats what the note said, and the house seemed to be bustling already. If I was just a little shorter, I would've loved to live in one of these cute little holes, the lighted windows were just a peek into the swell little lives of one of these families.

The homes looked warm and inviting from the inside, and I hoped my new host's house would look just as nice as the rest of these. The hill on a hill I was looking for was pretty easy to find, and when i got to the door step, I could see the party from inside. I could hear the boisterous noises from outside, the yelling the cheering and what sounded like singing. I saw Bombor, and Bifur when I peeked through the window, but what made me dash to knock was when I saw Bofur. I rolled on my heels as I waited for someone to answer the door, but stopped when I heard someone yelling. Though the door I couldn't make out what he was saying, hopefully the messy dwarves hadn't already ruined the home. It never did take them long to party a house to death. The man answered the door shortly after yelling to himself, pulling the door open with a little more force than I thought was necessary. Time to put on a happy face.

"Hi, you must be Bilbo right?"

He doesn't look happy. Not in the least bit. I thought, rolling back on my heels as i looked down at his robe he was wearing. He looked like he was in the middle of taking a nap when the dwarves oh so elegantly trashed his party for one.

"Yes, I hope your not here for the-"

"Adeline!"

Looking around the Hobbit I saw Bofur waving, with only one hand of course, the other was holding a plate with a pile of food bigger than my head. I didn't want to just barge into the Hobbit's home, so I just waved, staying standing where I was. He lightly shoved past Bilbo, pulling me into the home with him as i yelped. With quite a hard grip, if I was taller, I would've hit my head right on the door frame. The inside ceiling was higher, so i was able to stand up without hitting my head on everything. I was barely taller than Bofur, maybe by a couple of inches, so everything didn't seem tiny, like it did for poor Gandalf who was currently hitting his head on the chandiler. I shorted at the sight before following Bofur into the dining room. The dwarves were a merry bunch thats for sure, as the house was full of boisterous laugher, along with story telling and all sorts of merry things.

"I'm Kili,"

Turning around at the introduction, a brunette dwarf was holding out his hand, mouth half stuffed with a roll. I shook it back, Feeling one of the rings on his finger as I shook it. Laughing as his brother, I was assuming, mocked his brother from his position behind him, I pulled my hand away, delicately slipping the ring off of his finger and into the palm of my hand. There were other dwarves for me to meet, but Bofur settled for yelling my presence to the group, pointing to me as he said who I was. I waved, using my other hand to slid the ring into my pocket. But when they offered food, by the platefuls, I politely refused looking at the solum hobbit's face as he watched the food disappear from his pantries. They had taken only seconds to clear a place at the table for me, and as sweet as it was, as they pushed me into the chair, I felt more concerned with the hobbit who was having his home invaded.

I knew that by the way he had acted and looked when he answered the door for me, that he wasn't expecting any company, and while Hobbits seemed like a polite bunch, dwarves were much more known to party to there hearts content when invited or not invited in this case apparently. Excusing myself from the table, I squeezed between the chairs and the wall, making my way back into the hallway. Checking both sides, I looked for the little hobbit, hoping to introduce myself to him as well if i could find him. If he didn't even know my name, I might as well have been an intruder in the home, as pretty as this one was, I wasn't planning on stealing from the frazzled hobbit. I found him looking around in one of his pantries, searching on the top shelf one his tiptoes, searching for any last crumb of food. I noticed he had lost his robe, as i could now see his suspenders, along with his cream button shirt and brownish pants. As he blindly felt with his hand on the shelf, he crinkled his nose, still trying to peer onto the step as he tried to itch his nose.

He's kinda cute, I said to myself, before going to startle the poor guy. I went to tap him on the shoulder, but he turned before I could, effectively scaring himself. Good job. Putting a hand to his chest, he looking up at me, with a more confused face than anything.

"I never got a chance to introduce myself to you, I'm Adeline. Bofur told me to come."

He put a hand to his head, shaking it back and forth to try and jog his memory, i'm assuming.

"Ah, which one is that? Sorry, I've had way to many dwarves in my home tonight, and I don't even know most of their names!"

"Dual braids? cool looking hat?"

I made some stupid hand movements trying to describe him, but thankfully it got the point across, as he suddenly perked up when he remembered the face of the dwarf i was trying to talk about.

"It's nice to meet you Adeline. Surely your here for some reason other than keeping a bunch of boisterous dwarves in check?"

Like that ever happen, I can barely keep myself in check, let alone all these guys. He seemed a little happier now that someone had the politeness to introduce themself before snarfing everything, watching as he smiled at his smart little comment.

"I know the area where planning on traveling to better than anyone, I'm, kinda the tour guide, in a sense."

I twirled my fingers around each other as i spoke, looking around as the barren pantry. While i explained what i was doing in his poor home, leaving the part about me breaking into houses out, a huge knock on the door completely shocked both of us out of our conversation. Both of us turning to look at the wall, as if you could see though it, you'd spot the door. Like us, the rest of the dwarves went quiet at the knocking, wondering who else could possibly be at the party.

"He's here."

I heard Gandalf mumble. Which reminded me; I needed to speak to him when i got the chance. I only met him once before this, and I was curious as to why he chose this place for everyone to meet. Knowing the stubborn wizard, I'd probably get some half answer, leaving more confused than I was before I asked the question.

Maybe thats just what wizards do, I thought, peeking my head out into the hallway, shortly before pulling my whole body into the hall. Bilbo followed, stepping aside so he could answer his own door. I followed suit, curious as to who was at the door. Peeking around the hobbit as he pulled open the little green door, I saw, yet another dwarf. I didn't know the man, but he seemed to know himself quite well, as he shoved straight past me and Bilbo before heading into the dining room. I stood beside Bilbo, looking down at him shrugging, before following the puffed up dwarf. I watched as the whole room that was once full of voices, went completely silent as they gazed up at the man who had just arrived. He began to speak, pulling out a grand map as he spoke about reclaiming the treasure that was once his to keep. Right to the point i guess, he must be the man who organized this whole thing. I wanted to pipe up and ask just who he was, but with the way everyone else was acting, I just decided to keep my mouth shut. Usually keeps me out of trouble that way. Bilbo leaned forward, peeking at the map as the dwarf grabbed something from Gandalf. More explaining, and as he went on about the dragon, Balin, as I learned his name was, pulled out something for the two of us.

"Your contracts,"

He said, handing us the parchment pieces. Bilbo read his aloud, while I simply stared at him as he read. His face paled he read on, his eyes flickering down between the sentences.

"Incineration?"

Now that sounded like something of interest, I thought, gazing over my own paper to find the part poor Bilbo was reading. As I skimmed to find it, Bilbo started getting a little weak in the knees, looking up from my paper to look at him. Bofur mentioned something about being roasted in the blink of an eye, and then suddenly our host is down for the count, slamming back first into the wooden floor. At first I just stared at his sleeping body, before my instincts kicked in, making me drop to my knees to help the poor man out.

He thankfully woke a little while later, With both Gandalf and I at his side as he laid in one of his armchairs.

"Are you sure your ok?"

I said, eyeing him up and down as he rubbed the back of his head. He seemed ok, physically, but mentally, with everything that had just happened, I wasn't so sure about that.

"Just fine, just took a little fall. Just, just give me a minute."

"We don't have a minute,"

Gandalf piped up, looming down at the hobbit with a look that meant more than it seemed. He looked worried, for more than the little hobbit that just took a small fall in his hallway. Something big rode on this grand quest Gandalf was so sure about helping in, and I had a feeling Bilbo was more than a big part in it. He went on to tell stories about Bilbo's ancestors as he looked forward, thinking about this whole thing. When Gandalf left, done with his elaborate story telling, he left Bilbo and I alone, I moving to sit when Gandalf once was.

"You never said why you came,"

Bilbo said, looking from his knees to gaze at me. I shugged, tugging at my long hair to loosen it from its scraggly braid.

"I thought I did. I said that Bofur wrote me a letter saying to come. I trust him; so I did."

He seemed irritated, more at himself, for not phrasing the question right.

"I meant, This whole grand thing Thorin has concocted up, why go along with it?"

The question made sense, I didn't know Thorin, nor most of the members in his now so called Company. But, the way he seemed so determined to win back the Lonely Mountain, destroy the tales that I heard about as a kid, Smaug destroying Dale with his grand breath, I almost felt ready to rush behind him. He really was the leader he said he was meant to be. Bofur stood behind the man, as did Fili and Kili, nephews or not. It just seemed like the right thing to do. I may not be a dwarf but it seemed almost cowardly to back out after coming all this way, even if it wasn't my home i was saving.

"It just seems right to me. And if you feel the same, here."

I handed him his contract, watching as he again gazed it over again.

"I just, No one can guarantee i come back alive,"

I could see it in his eyes that he wanted to go, but, something about his home, his life here, wanted him to stay back home here, and live without any adventure. But both of us knew he wanted adventure, he just needed to risk a little.

"No one can for anything Bilbo, every time you step outside you could die. But you risk it anyways. Why do you think people love adventure so much? Because of the risk. This may be the one true chance you get to go on an adventure like this, and its for a true cause. I already signed it, and i hope you do to."

Sitting up, I smiled at the hobbit, before moving into the den, where all the dwarves were.

We left early the next day, leaving the sleeping Bilbo on the windowsill. Before I left, I stuck his contract under one of his suspenders, hoping he would reconsider. I left last behind all of the dwarves, keeping my packs with me as i got on the horse the Company gave me. When we finally took off just as the sun rose, I looked behind me at the hobbit hole hoping I'd see Bilbo suddenly run out with contract in hand. No luck.

Guess he just isn't coming,

I grabbed tighter hold of the reigns, kicking Cupcake to trot up, getting beside Kili. I mostly kept to myself, only once yelling with joy, when I got into an acorn fight with the Durin brothers, which Dwalin the ax wielding dwarf, i was still learning names, scolded us for. But I saw the tiniest of smiles on his face he must've seen me kick Kili's ass after he got a good shot to the ear, which he was still rubbing after we got that fatherly scolding. When that was sadly over, I was stuck finding something else to bide my time, and keep me occupied until our stop which would surely be hours. Undoubtedly the worst thing about travel was just the sheer time. Reaching into my bag tumbled around and found I had some string with me, I don't remember why, but i didn't question fate as i started to braid a small bracelet as we rode on.

"WAIT! Wait up!"

Turning around, Bilbo was running towards the traveling company with the contact waving in the wind. I knew he was coming, i mentally cheered. The Company slowed down to a stop, as Bilbo jogged up to Balin and handed him the contract.

"I signed it."

He looked it over, before stuffing it in his bag and asking to get him a pony. He tried to back out, saying he could just walk, so I decided to save him from being hauled up on a pony against his will.

"He can ride with me, I have plently of space on the back of the saddle,"

The Company seemed to agree on saving a pony, hauling poor Bilbo onto the back of my own horse. He seemed quite uncomfortable, holding his hands back to avoid touching my waist but still attempting to balance himself. I had taken my coat off, so you could see my elbow length sleeved blouse that I was wearing underneath. Since we had quite awhile to ride, I flipped around in the saddle, swinging my legs so I could face Bilbo.

"Arn't you going to control the horse?!"

He paniked a little, looking at the loose reigns on the horse's neck.

"Relax. The horses are is trained to follow the butt of the one in front of them. Its herding instinct, he'll keep following Dwalin's horse until I lead him another way."

That seemed to calm him down, as he looked at the horse in front of us. I continued Braiding my little bracelet, watching my fingers weaving the strands back and forth as Bilbo also watched.

"I've never seen a braid like that, how did you learn to do it that fast?"

"Bofur taught me. Dwarves are incredibly good with braids, notice how all the guys have braids somewhere?"

Looking around, He glanced at all of the dwarves with wide eyes, before looking back at me.

"They all mean something, depending on where it is or how its braided,"

"Do you know?"

"Not most of them. I do know that these are friendship bracelets, at least the one I'm making. Theres different ways to braid them that mean different things."

When i was talking, Bilbo reached for something in his vest pocket, but when he didn't find whatever he assumed was in there, he threw into a panic. He yelled for us to stop, halting the whole company for whatever Bilbo was so desperate to find. When all the ponies were stopped, he yelled about a handkerchief, saying we needed to turn around to go get it. I cackled at the idea of having fancy handkerchiefs on the road, stopping suddenly but still keeping my smile when he glared back. Bofur ripped something from his shirt, throwing it to him with a laugh as many of the others watched on. Bilbo just held it with the tip of his fingers, a bright idea, given neither of us knew where that shirt had been. Laughing at his face of minor terror, I pinched his nose with my fingers, shaking his head back and forth before he shooed my hand away. He rubbed his nose and cheeks with one hand as he shoved the cloth in his pocket with another, his face now covered with a slight blush.

"We'll need to deal with less than handkerchiefs on this trip,"

I heard Gandalf mention from his place in the front of the pack.

It had began to rain shortly after that little fiasco, and soon had everyone completely drenched from head to toe in water. Me and Bilbo stayed sort-of dry, placing my large coat over the both of our heads, using it as a little tarp to disperse the rain. it kept us kind of dry. Bilbo's curly hair stuck to his head, while red hair stuck to everything on my face. As he used his hand to get his soaked bangs out of his face, We heard one of the dwarves but couldn't see which one, ask Gandalf to stop the rain. Of course, he retorted with something about waiting till the rain is done, he was a wizard after all, not a god.

"Are there other Wizards?"

Bilbo said, poking his head out from under our little fortress. He nodded, telling about the other Wizards, like the blues, and Ratagast, the brown Wizard who protected the forest.

"Are they great Wizards, or are they more like you,?"

Huffing at the hobbit, I poked him in the chest, for which he ducked back inside the little fortress to scowl at me. I didn't exactly think it was a good idea to insult a Wizard like that, and i didn't want the hobbit getting himself turned into a frog for one snide comment.

"It looks like its getting dark,"

I said, Looking out from under the coat. Thorin yelled that we were stopping as soon as i mentioned that, slowing down all of the ponies. I turned around. ducking from under my coat to grab hold of the reigns. I let Bilbo keep it, using both of his hands to keep the coat upright, and over my head. A sweet effort, but i already looked liked i'd been pushed into a lake as i slowed Cupcake to a stop. It was now completely dark and the rain, now almost completely stopped, we were finally able to let us demolish our little coat house. Tying it around my waist, I helped tie up the ponies, before getting the pots off of one of the ponies to give to Bombur. At last we'd finally be able to eat and rest a little bit so we could dry ourselves off, I thought as I sat down with a huff.