A quick AN: my very first Hobbit fic! I would love feedback, especially if you spot any inconsistencies or means of improvement. I'm looking for a Beta as well! This fic will be about six chapters long; the first is told in Bilbo's point of view, the others will be in a mixture of Fíli's and Kíli's. This is a Company fic, with an emphasis on Fíli and Kíli (and both endure H/C - sorry boys!).
Hope you enjoy the ride :)
Chapter One
The Journey Begins
Bilbo Baggins wasn't an adventurer by an means. In fact, he was quite the opposite: well-to-do, reserved, and respectable. Which was why as his pony Boe (as he affectionately began to call him) walked along the short grasses of the Wild, he was entirely flummoxed. Because when had plain Mr Baggins of Bag End begun to cross the fine line of truly enjoying this adventure? - this utmost wretched, oftentimes wet and windy and cold, adventure that would more than likely have him meeting creatures that even his dear old great grand uncle Bullroarer had never encountered. Only for him to burglarize a dragon the size of his Hill - fifty times over! He rationalized, it must have been the Took in him after all.
The chilled clima of the plains had Bilbo pulling his scarf all the closer. His blue eyes gazed over to Fíli and Kíli who were laughing merrily about Durin knew what, and beyond them, the remaining eleven dwarves lead by Gandalf the Grey.
The wizard pulled on the reigns of his grey horse, and she slowed to a stop. Above them, the skies were darkening with nightfall. Gandalf nodded to himself with certainty and dismounted, "We will rest here until dawn."
Thorin, behind the wizard, surveyed the small clearing which was lined by boulders and fauna. Seeming to agree, but unwilling to voice his approval, the dwarf instead nodded to the others. Bilbo, who was several yards away from the exchange, felt the tension between them. He would never pretend to understand their plight, nor would he meddle in their business (because besides adventures, meddling was the last thing Baggins' did).
Following suit of the rest of the company, the hobbit began to set up his bedroll, already delighting in watching Bombur hang the cooking pot and supplies.
"A hearty meal this eve after our journey!" He exclaimed, and reached inside his sack for the potatoes.
"Mm," Kíli sighed, and rubbed his growling belly, "Never have I craved your potato and leek soup so!"
Fíli laughed and draped an arm across his brother's shoulder. His bright eyes sparkled even beneath the days worth of dirt, "Come Kíli, let us go and search the river for fish."
And Kíli, ever with a smile, accepted his offer and turned to gather their hunting gear.
The hobbit watched their retreating figures with a sense of endearment. As it so seemed, the reluctant service of Bilbo Baggins to the Company was a figment of the past, and as he sat across the campfire from Bombur and Bofur smoking his pipe, a peaceful feeling filled him. He watched the starry sky, nursing the feeling of warmth and safety with his friends.
Looking back, Bilbo had been a fool to not expect the unexpected.
Never had he been so wrong.