Hello, everybody! I'd just like to thank you all for taking the time out of your day to read my works. Before you get started I have just a few things to say:

Disclaimer: I do not own anything by J.R.R Tolkien. The Hobbit and it's characters are not mine. My OC Donna , however, is mine as is this fan fiction.

Yeah, the image used is Snow White from Once Upon a Time (not mine either), lol. That's what my OC looks like, because I'm not THAT creative.

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Chapter 1- Hobbit-Like Hospitality

Bilbo was sitting on his porch, reading a book on the different types of tomatoes that could be grown in the climate of the Shire. His pipe rested unlit in his right hand as he flipped through the pages with his left. His knee propping the leather bound book up. The morning was cool, and the sky was blue. White and puffy clouds lazed through the sky, making shadows cross over the hills at random. It was a normal morning for the well respected hobbit, and that was just the way he liked it. Setting the book in his lap down, he reached for a pack of matches in his waistcoat pocket. A good thing he had looked up too. Just down the way he noticed quite the commotion gathering. Wrinkling his nose, he gathered his wits about him and made his way down to his gate in the garden.

"Excuse me-" He stopped a young child who was rushing up the hill towards his home. ", what on Earth is going on over there?"

"Mr. Baggins! Well, you see, one of the big people came wanderin' into the the Shire and collapsed. I was just runnin' to find my Mama before you stopped me." The blonde haired boy rattled on.

"One of the big folk? Hmm." Bilbo hummed before sending the youngster a quick little smile. "Yes. Go on home now, commotions like that have no room for children."

The child agreed before scampering off.

After straightening his shorts out the Baggins-Took made his way down the dirt path to the site of the problem. A good few too many other hobbits had begun to crowd around the stranger. That he could see, even from where he was still a five minute walk away. Every now and then another Shireling or two would pass by him while whispering about the person who had wandered into their part of the world. Bilbo himself was shocked to hear that the big-folk in question was not just some random man who had wandered away from Bree after a few too many drinks (something that had happened before, though it was rare), but a young woman. Quite an odd, and rather unsettling thing. Most women from the race of men never wandered too far away from their own kind, and here one was. Alone in the Shire of all places and collapsed for reasons Bilbo couldn't even begin to understand.

Reaching the crowd he pushed his way through. When he came in front of the limp body of the woman, he visibly shuddered at the sight of her. She was small for a human, though not too young in her years. Her skin was deathly pale and covered in small lacerations, her dark black hair did nothing to help her ill-colored complexion. Though her eyes were closed, her eyebrows were knit together in what seemed to be pain. The clothing she wore was old, tattered, and dirty. Whatever this woman had gone through, it was obvious that it wouldn't be story worth telling over a pint of ale.

"Will someone please send for the Doctor- tell them to head straight for Bag End!" Bilbo turned to face the crowd; that had doubled in size since his arrival.

A younger lass with red curls shot off immediately.

"What are you taking her there for?" A snide and sour voice piped up from the farthest end of the ensemble.

Everyone including Bilbo turned to see the curled lip and pointed gaze of none other than Lobelia Sackville-Baggins. One of Bilbo's cherished relatives.

"Well, there's nothing proper about leaving her out here to be eyed up by everyone and their brother." Bilbo started slightly nervous. "And Bag End is big enough for ten men. Seems the logical solution, yes? Would you rather I left her here and let the ladybugs and dragonflies take care of her health?"

"Humph." Lobelia turned her nose up at the question. Her ridiculously large hat hitting her husband in the face with a 'fwat'.

Rolling his eyes, Bilbo then turned to the group, half of which had waited around. Coughing a bit, the sandy haired hobbit waved his hand in a 'shoo' manner. The crowd dispersed, whispers flying about like flies in a pig sty .A farmer with his donkey had stayed behind and helped Bilbo load the girl onto the cart it was pulling. Carefully they made their way back to the smial that Bilbo called home. It took them a couple good minutes to get her bigger form into one of his guest beds, but they managed it. When the farmer was ready to go, Bilbo gave him a jar of strawberry jam for his trouble and showed him out the door. The doctor could arrive at any minute, he thought, so he opted to sitting on his porch once again. This time he lit the pipe that he had earlier abandoned, and distracted himself by blowing smoke rings for a few minutes.

At least he was until a particularly dense cloud of smoke attacked his nostrils.

Opening his eyes, Bilbo was left speechless to see an older gentleman standing before him. Dressed in tattered grey robes, with a matching tall and pointy hat. His beard too was grey as was his hair, and though it was quite long and thin, the man seemed to have at least tried his hand at keeping it tamed… in a way. Bilbo nervously fidgeted as he glanced up into cool blue eyes, then back down. The relaxed way the man leaned against his staff did nothing to relax the hobbit. Finally, after a few awkward seconds of just being stared at, Bilbo faced the man with some semblance of resolve.

"Good morning!" He chirped a little too forcefully.

"What do you mean?" Said the stranger with a thick grey brow raised. Bilbo didn't even have time to answer before he was talking again. "Do you mean to wish me a good morning, or do you mean that it is a good morning whether I want it or not? Or perhaps you mean to say that you feel good on this particular morning. Or are you simply stating that this is a morning to be good on?"

Bilbo blinked at him with his pipe just barely in his mouth. "All of them at once I suppose."

The man's jovial persona turned to one of subtle judgement and contemplation. The hobbit noticed the change instantly and turned away from the man on his door step with half a mind to run back inside. Though, he needed to be there to greet the Doctor, but he couldn't be rude to this fellow either. Really, he didn't have the time for this, and he was just barely managing to hold onto his patience.

"Can I help you?" He asked, hoping that his tone wasn't too harsh, but not too inviting. There was an injured woman in his house for goodness sakes!

"That remains to be seen." Was the instantaneous and almost infuriatingly unhelpful reply. "I'm looking for someone to share in an adventure."

That caught Bilbo's attention a little to well.

"An adventure?" He spluttered. "Now I don't imagine anyone west of Bree would have much interest in adventures. Nasty, disturbing, uncomfortable things… make you late for dinner."

The halfling couldn't help but chuckle as he retrieved his mail. A hobbit, going on an adventure? Was this man a fool or just ignorant? Every one who knew of hobbits knew that such lifestyles were completely against their nature. Though, being a Took, he had to admit he was rather interested in what the robed figure before him had to say. Despite the Baggins like warnings in his head… no. In the end he had no business in adventuring. Had this man come a day sooner, maybe, but there was a girl in his house who needed to be shown some hospitality. No, he would not have anything to do with this.

Filing through his mail, muttering nonsense, Bilbo glanced to the man one last time. "Good morning!"

"To think that I should have lived to be 'good morninged' by Belladonna Took's son- as if I were selling buttons at the door!" The man exclaimed with indignation.

Bilbo turned to face the vagabond. Shocked to have heard his mother's name mentioned by such a person.

"Do I know you?"

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She was warm. Which was new- being warm. She hadn't felt such a thing for weeks, if not months. Maybe she had died? No, she didn't think death would be warm. How could it be? With that thought in mind she had decided that she was very much so alive. She was alive… so why did acknowledging that feel so wrong? Why would she think that she had died? What had happened to her to have conjured such a dark thought… why couldn't she remember what had happened to her? Who… who was she?

"Stop!" The girl shot up straight. Her voice straining from thirst.

Her thoughts were running a mile a minute, and it was enough to make her breathing erratic as panic set in. She needed to calm down. Calm down and access the situation. Glancing around the room, she noted that everything was much smaller than in a normal house. Her feet were even hanging off the bed! Where in all of Middle Earth was she? That was the first question she needed to have answered.

"Oh, you're awake!"

Her head snapped over to see a little man with big feet staring at her. In his hands was a tray full of food and cup of water. He seemed a little nervous and unsure, but he walked over to her anyway.

"My name is Bilbo, Bilbo Baggins. May I ask yours?" Bilbo asked as he set down the tray on a bed side table. Being extra careful not to get too close to her so she wouldn't be frightened.

He noticed that her eyes were a cool grey color. Fitting for someone with her hair color and skin tone.

"I… I can't remember." She answered honestly. Feeling no intention of ill will from the creature. Glancing at his feet; a word echoed in her mind. "Are you what they call a Hobbit?"

"Oh, why yes! One of the most respectable ones you'll ever meet too!" Beamed Bilbo rather proudly before he motioned to the food. "Not to be rude, but your color tells me that you haven't eaten in quite a while. A most horrid problem, but one that is easily fixable."

"Not rude at all, Mr. Bilbo. You're in fact quite right, for I don't think I've eaten anything in three days." Smiled the woman as she took the tray in her hands. Her small and nimble fingers picking at a warm roll.

"You said you don't remember who you are… is it fair to assume that you don't remember what happened to you either?" The hobbit inquired carefully. Not wanting to upset the girl anymore than she already seemed to be.

She nodded solemnly. Bilbo merely sighed tiredly.

A sudden knock at the door pulled them both from the silence that had fallen over the room. A smile pulled at the shorter's lips, Bilbo turned to the girl with relieved eyes.

"I sent for the Doctor. It's about time he showed up, too. It's been hours! He might be able to help you with your amnesia, and those little cuts."

"That would be nice." Nodded the black haired woman appreciatively.

Those cuts had begun to itch now that she was awake and alert. Especially the one under her left eye.

"We'll see! You just stay here and eat. I'll show him in and explain the situation over a cup of tea. That should give you plenty of time to finish your meal and maybe even remember something."

Then he left, and the woman was left to nibble on her dinner alone. Bilbo Baggins… he was quite hospitable, she concluded. Even if she had no idea as to what had happened to her, she had no doubt in her mind that she was safe in this house. She could finally start building herself a new life, or better, remember the one she had forgotten…

"One moment." Bilbo scampered back into the room. "I know you can't remember, but it is strange not having a name to call you by. I'd not like to have to call you 'girl' all the time."

He was right, and considering the fact that her memories could be gone forever…

"Call me Donna."

Whooo! There we have it, but I have to wonder… was that really the Doctor at the door? I guess you'll find out in the next chapter. See you guys next time!

Thank you so so so much for reading!

-Ely