Prologue: The Mystery Begins
~Far over~
A horse was racing through the cold, dark night.
On it sat an old man with a staff, wearing grey robes.
He had a small bundle of cloth clutched tightly to his chest and he was riding frantically towards a home built into the hill.
It was a hobbit hole he was racing to and the person inside said hole was the only one that he could trust to care for the precious cargo currently in his arms.
He arrived at his destination and quickly dismounted his steed.
"Bilbo, Bilbo! Please answer the door. It's URGENT!" The cloaked one called out to the one who lived within.
Bilbo was an old friend and he would take excellent care of the child in his company at the moment.
"Just wait a moment! What time do you people think it is anyway?" asked a disgruntled voice from inside.
The door opened slowly and there stood Bilbo in his bed clothes.
"Gandalf what are you doing here so late, why are you yelling?" Bilbo asked in surprise.
"What have you got there Gandalf?" He asked again
"My dear, old friend. Could I please come in? It is an urgent and long tale that we must not speak of out in the open." The wizard told his friend.
Bilbo got a worried look on his face and opened the door wide enough for Gandalf to step through before shutting and bolting it behind them.
"There… now tell me what is so urgent that you had to wake me up and sound so urgent." Bilbo demanded.
His expression changed to one of surprise as the old wizard went to open the bundle of clothes in his arms and revealed a peacefully sleeping baby girl.
"WH-what? Gandalf why did you bring her here? Where are her parents?"Bilbo asked frantically.
"I need you to care for her. Raise her to be a good girl. Her parents were murdered and you are the only one that I trust to care for her fully and properly. Please, she is important and may change the fate of Middle Earth FOREVER."
~The Misty Mountains Cold~