For Rosa_Cotton ( a user from Archive of Our Own) who gave me the idea! :D

I won nothing! Please Enjoy!

Prologue - Pale Moon, Bright Sun

There once was a nobleman, a fair and just man who oversaw the welfare of his territory like a mighty king would his Kingdom. He held the respect of many of his fellow lords and others. Eventually he took a wife, a vibrant and beautiful woman from a clan known not just for their strength of mind, body and heart but also for their preference of causality and comfort despite being (for the most part) nobility. The two were very happy together and all rejoiced.

And then one day, he died.

For all appearances, it would seem like the work of some pox. But the Lady knew better, she had seen many things in her travels to places far and wide. She could see that more than some inner ailment had stolen her love from her, though the culprit she could not discover.

With concern for the child she carried she asked for both the Sun-in honor of her husband's beliefs- and the Moon- her clan had always paid homage to her- to protect her child both night and day from those who would wish to do harm.

Soon enough she gave birth to a boy, with hair as brown as the earth and eyes as blue as the far away sea. It was not long after that she found her prayers had been answered, for it was seen that in the direct brightness of the sun her boy's hair would shine with hidden highlights of gold and his lightly tanned skin would seem to be kissed by the sun, while in the light of the pale moon his brown hair would look black as ebony with his skin washing out to gleam brightly like snow and his pink lips reddening like a rose.

As the boy grew it would be seen that he not only had ways with the plants of the earth but also with magic, he and people around him could not be seen or followed by mystical means and he could sense magic or evil in others or in objects. The Lady was proud of her young lad and was raising him to be as good a man as his father was while being as brave and outgoing as herself.

But, alas, their happiness was not to remain for eventually the Lady began to waste away. All manner of healers were called, but none of their potions and solutions worked for very long. The young boy cried, for he could tell that whatever was taking his mother was not of this world, but he could do nothing beside comfort her.

It was then that the late Lord's cousin came to the land, his reasons so as to "watch over" the family and his kin's estate. He seemed bright and friendly to the Lady and the lad, but she made sure to hide her son's true nature from him, only those she trusted utmost knew of her son's true talents. Because this cousin was the next of kin of the Lady's husband not too many complaints were made about his presence within the large manor and surrounding lands.

Not long after the Lady's soul passed to be with her husband.

To the shock of all it was revealed that the manor was left completely to the cousin instead of the late Lord's son, who-though young- was not too far away of being of age and already knew how to manage the estate with only a little help.

Rumors began to spread, as well as unrest. The new lord began to show his true colors, he began to run his house with an iron fist and restricted the young lad from doing much of what he did before. More word spread of the man's change of person, new, darker servants were put to work with the manor's original staff and he began to spend many hours in his study apparently talking to some unknown figure. But when a maid managed to spy on him one day, all she saw was the lord talking to a large mirror upon one wall. She tied to see more but suddenly she was discovered.

She was flogged so severely upon the spot that had other servants not rushed in to rescue her she would have died. It was then that the lord began to be crueler to those under his power, but none tried to leave; their will would crumble when the thought entered their minds. Any efforts to intervene on the situation within from the Lord and Lady's families were terminated either by the armed forces of the evil lord or by death and disease.

The lad grew sad, for although he wished for them-and himself- to leave he also did not want to be left alone. And he would not leave the land of his father and mother, the land he loved dearly.

He was left to fend for himself.

And that is where the story of one Bilbo Baggins begins.