Hey Guys, this is just an idea I have had for a long time now. Since Bilbo is hired to be a thief, wouldn't it be helpful to have an actual thief help out?
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Bilbo loved sunny mornings in the Shire. The rolling hills of green always provided a certain sense of peace in abundance, particularly while one enjoyed a good smoke of old Toby from their favorite pipe. Practicing his smoke rings, he began to plan what cakes to bake for the annual Conkers tournament the following day when his musing were cut off with a sudden flash of bright light. Dropping his pipe and rubbing his eyes, he opened them to an extraordinary sight.
On the ground in front of him lay perhaps the most peculiar creature he had ever seen. It looked like a raccoon. But, Bilbo thought wildly to himself, raccoons don't wear clothes, do they? And what is that strange stick he is holding onto? Edging closer, he heard the raccoon begin to mumble. "Carmelita... Carmelita" the raccoon groaned. By this point, Bilbo had come to the obvious conclusion that this was no ordinary raccoon and, being a kindly creature, got the Old Gaffer's help in bringing him inside.
Sly woke up slowly at first, then jolted awake, remembering the fight with Le Paradox and his involuntary trip through time. Seeing as he wasn't under attack he began to look around. He did not expect what he found. He found that he was in a hole in the ground. Not a nasty, dirty wet hole with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare sandy hole. This hole seemed to define comfort. He was lying on a soft bed that stood next to a window where he beheld rolling green hills, similar to those he had seen in medieval England. There was a roaring fire in the hearth (thought it seemed pleasantly warm outside) and the walls were covered in fine wood paneling.
Just then, a small creature bustled in with a tray of food which he set down a nearby table. Sly could only stare because he had never seen a creature like this before. Small, perhaps only three feet in height, with fur only present in patches which included his head and the tops of his feet, this creature, Sly guessed, must be some kind of small ape. Then the creature spoke.
"Good day sir. You were passed out on my front lawn this morning and you seemed in quite a bit of trouble so I brought you inside for a bit of rest" he babbled, clearly nervous. "If it isn't too rude of me to ask, may I ask who you are (not to mention what, but this was left unsaid) and how you managed to get here?"
Sly suddenly realized he was staring and quickly introduced himself. "My name is Sly. Sly Cooper. As to how I got here, I am not sure where here is."
"Oh" said Bilbo, "You are in Bag End in the Shire."
"I am sorry but I don't know where that is. I am from Paris."
"I have never heard of this Paris I am sorry to say. Oh, where are my manners? I am Bilbo Baggins of Bag End."
Sly hesitated, "This might sound really rude, but what are you? I have never seen anyone like you?" Surprised, Bilbo answered, "Why am a hobbit. Generally known as small folk or halflings which you may have heard" he added questioningly. When the raccoon shook his head Bilbo sighed "Oh well."
"Is it quite alright if I ask the same question of you sir?" Bilbo timidly ventured.
"Of course. I am a raccoon and a master thief" He said this last part with great pride. Seeing Bilbo stiffen, he hastily added "I only steal from other thieves and people who make their wealth and fortune at the expense and suffering of others."
"Well" Bilbo said, if a little stiffly, "If you would like, I have some tea outside if you would like some fresh air."
Acquiescing, Sly joined Bilbo outside, ducking his head to avoid hitting it as it was a little sore from his trip through the time vortex. Once there, Sly began to tell Bilbo all about his world, his family's legacy, his gang and his previous adventures. While Bilbo had been a little miffed at letting a thief into his home (what would the neighbors say when they heard?) he couldn't help but relax around the charming thief and, despite himself, become interested in his adventures.
When Sly was done talking, Bilbo remarked, "I must say these are extraordinary tales. I must also say that you may have landed in the place where adventures are not exactly approved. They simply make one late for dinner. While you are here, would you like to stay here in Bag End. I am afraid that the Inn may not be as interested in your tales."
Sly answered, "Adventures are relatively routine for me. And that would be great, thank you."
Before either could say anything else, a tall man in a grey cloak and with a long staff appeared out of nowhere in front of Bilbo's house, staring intently at the unlikely pair.
"Good Morning" said Bilbo. He was beginning to feel that this was going to be a very strange day. The old man gave Bilbo a rather severe look from under his blue pointed hat. "What do you mean? Do you wish me a good morning or mean that it is a good morning, or mean that it is a good morning whether I want it or not; or that you feel good this morning; or that it is a morning to be good on?"
"All of them at once." answered Bilbo. Sly, meanwhile, watched the exchange with quiet interest. This fellow was much taller than Bilbo, actually a few inches taller than his own six feet, so was he still a hobbit? His musings were interrupted by Bilbo blowing a smoke ring which, unintentionally, blew into his face, causing him to splutter. At this, the man chuckled, "Why Mr. Cooper, the Old Toby from Mr. Baggins pipe does not seem to agree with you."
"Wait, how do you know-" Sly began, only to be cut off by Bilbo "I don't think I know your name my dear sir."
"I do know your name Mr. Bilbo Baggins and Mr. Sylvester Cooper, though Mr. Baggins, you do not remember that I belong to it. I am Gandalf, and Gandalf means me!" He then proceeded to grumble about "good-morninged" as if he were a passing salesman. But Bilbo paid no attention to this, "Gandalf! Not the wandering wizard! Not the fellow who told such wonderful tales about dragons and goblins and giants? Not the man who made such wonderful fireworks? I beg your pardon but I had no idea you were still in business."
"Where else should I be?" Asked Gandalf. Sly began to feel a bit more hopeful. A wizard? Didn't they have magic? Maybe he could send him home or at least provide some more answers about where he was and how he got there. And then the wizard went on, "I have come to share an adventure with you both. Very amusing for me, very good for you- and profitable too-very likely."
Before Sly could press him, the hobbit squeaked. "Sorry! I don't want any adventures, thank you. Not today. Good morning! But please come to tea- anytime you like! Why not tomorrow? Come tomorrow! Good bye!" Bilbo then scurried into his house and closed the door. Sly turned back around to see the wizard chuckling and, before he could stop him, walk up to Bilbo's door and scratch a curious sign into it. As he walked off the lawn, Sly called after him, "Wait! How do you know me? What is going on-?" But before he could continue, the wizard stopped and said "I promise you I will give you answers but not now. I have business to attend to. By the way, you may want to tell Bilbo to prepare for 14 guests tomorrow." And without a backward glance, strode off towards the road and vanished into thin air.
AN: I am sorry to all major Tolkein fans for butchering a lot of Gandalf's and Bilbo's quotes from the book. I just didn't think that using the whole quotes worked with this story.
Anyway, I am trying to decide whether I should include the rest of the Cooper gang in the story. Any thoughts?