Avrosa Brownlock was angry. She was beyond angry to say the least. To think that her sister would be her mother's favorite astounded her and all because her sister, Gilly, married a Baggins.

Of course, it was a lot more than just marrying a Baggins. This was Posco Baggins, son of Polo Baggins, grandson of Ponto Baggins, great grandson of the very first Baggins, Balbo.

Gilly welcomed her family to live with her and her husband in Hobbiton. Florence Brownlock almost dragged Avrosa kicking and screaming to their new home.

So, yes, Avrosa was furious. She hated Hobbiton and the Bagginses—all except for one. Bilbo Baggins.

He was her cousin in-law, and he was odd, much like her. Bilbo tried to hide it though, and he masked it very well, passing himself off as any other hobbit. She tried many times to find the odd part of Bilbo and extract it, but to no avail.

One day, as average as any other, she decided to pay Bilbo a visit. She strolled up to Bag-end playing her clarinet contently. It was a sort of announcement to Bilbo, so before she could think about knocking, the door opened to a stern-faced hobbit.

"Hello, cousin!" Avrosa smiled.

"We are not cousins," he deadpanned, but stepped aside to let her in anyway. "You've got none of my blood, and I've got no drop of yours whatsoever."

Sighing, she waltzed into the entrance hall.

"Why are you here?" He sniffed. "Come to mock me about my respectable lifestyle?"

"Mother is bothering me again, and I've made up a new song."

"Oh?" He rolled his eyes and bustled around the house.

"The title isn't appropriate for me to tell you, so don't ask me to say it."

"Of course not." He muttered, then: " Tea?"

"Yes, please. And don't ask me to sing it either, because it's not proper to talk of my sister so Ill-manneredly."

"Really, Avrosa? Your sister is not a monster. I'm tired of you complaining about how you live in a family of trolls and hogs. It's immature and, to be frank, snobbish!"

Avrosa gasped indignantly "did you call me snobbish?"

"I-uh," He paused; straightening his posture in confusion, he seemed to snap out of it a second later "no—yes!"

"I am not snobbish! They're the snobbish ones—always fussing around about dinner parties, flower arrangements, and those blasted wedding plans." Avrosa rolled her eyes, and then suddenly became lost in thought. "She has no idea what I've been doing all these years! Studying, performing, and even working for the local healer! I know all a hobbit needs to know to survive on her own, while dearest sister Gilly can strike a pose and bat her eyelashes! Where is the justice in that?"

It was true when she had said she could survive on her own just fine. Her father—before he had died—often took her and her sister hunting. It was the only way she could be the better child, and though that was the only reason she chose to excel, it made for impressive feats. Hobbit girls don't usually do the hunting, but after her father's death it sort of became Avrosa's job. No one approved of it, but she didn't care. It was the only way she could keep her sanity intact. The small Harfoot in her made it difficult to brave the woods, but it never stopped her.

Her day usually consisted of trading with the farmers. Posco Baggins and his family ran a bakery of sorts, and she had volunteered to trade any goods. Then she would take a walk to the woods and search for herbs, mushrooms, and the like. Then, she returned to the Shire with her collecting's and spent the rest of the day studying or performing.

Bilbo brought them two cups of tea, setting them down delicately and sitting across from Avrosa. He rubbed at his face.

"Listen, I understand you don't like your family, and I-uh-would probably feel the same, but I can't do anything about it, so-"

"Is this your mother's china?"

Bilbo knitted his brow, confused as to what it had to do with the current conversation. "Yes—and I would like it if you didn't scratch at it like that, thank you. Anyway, what I'm trying to say is, they're the only family you have, so why not make the most of it?"

She leaned back in her seat, tapping impatiently on his wooden floors. "It's not worth my time to dwell among witless fools. It sounds harsh, but for the whole of my life I have lived in the shadow of my sister's beauty, and I cannot stand for it any longer! It is time I made a decision to stick it out, or speak for myself!"

Bilbo pressed his lips together and nodded. "Okay, well it seems as though you have it all figured out. Why don't you—"

"What about you, Bilbo?" Avrosa tilted her head and glued her blue-green eyes on every single indication of body language she could pick up.

"I-I-I...what do you mean?" Bilbo set his tea down defensively, he was perfectly happy in his large home. He had everything a hobbit needed and more.

"Surely you must be tired of your rickety old home; sure it's lovely for a respectable hobbit such as yourself-being a Baggins and all-but what if you could travel by maps instead of collect them?"

Bilbo blinked—four times to be precise—before answering in a slow voice. "I am perfectly happy where I am now, I have a good reputation set out for me, are we understood?" His face was set defiantly, unmoving as he awaited an answer.

Avrosa narrowed her eyes. "Congratulations on being one of the most respectable Hobbits in The Shire, Mr. Baggins. I pity how the rest of your life will turn out." With a scrape of her chair, and a secret wish that she had damaged his lovely floorboards, she turned away heatedly and paced the room.

Bilbo sipped at his tea awkwardly. This is not how a conversation was supposed to go. They should be talking about the lovely weather or perhaps even the chicken thief that has been stirring up trouble in the smial's of Tuckborough. Instead he was arguing of matters that didn't affect him in the slightest. It reminded him of what happened just a week ago, with the old wizard Gandalf.

"Perhaps," he began, trying to release the tension. There was a long pause in which his mouth remained parted as he struggled to think of what to say next. "We need biscuits." And with his finger pointed in the air, he started toward the pantry, busying himself with anything but Avrosa and her outbursts.

Arguing made him hungry, and as he riffled through his pantry for soft biscuits, he could not ignore the lovely music that emanated from the room in which he had left. He paused for a minute as the music soothed his mind.

Avrosa was a brilliant musician, but—he reasoned—her family business was her own, and had nothing to do with his reputation. With a final huff, he resumed his search for his snacks as a token of peace.

Muttering to himself about how the butter should not have been placed on the bottom shelf, he lingered when he reached the table, briefly engrossed in his own thoughts before he set the bowls down in the middle of the table.

Avrosa stopped her playing upon his return, her eyes less fierce and piercing, though still observing his every move. "Not hungry." Was all she said before she resumed playing her music.

Bilbo shrugged, and grabbed a biscuit from the basket, and sliced some butter to better flavor the bland bread.

He chewed thoughtfully as Avrosa stood when she finished her song. "This was a nice chat, Bilbo," she smiled.

"Really? Because it felt strangely one-sided." He gave his eyebrows a raise as he swallowed.

"Nonsense! I think we both put in enough thought. Now I'm off to perform, will you be coming to the Methel-stage tonight? I have a feeling it'll be our best routine yet."

"Um...no I-I'm awfully busy, sorry."

Avrosa laughed to hide her disappointment. "Of course."

She got up to leave but paused as she started towards the door. "Oh-and um...can I stay the night again? Mother kicked me out...again..."

Bilbo rolled his eyes and sighed irritably "fine." He decided, setting his handkerchief down. "But this is the last time!"

Avrosa laughed. He had said the same thing the time before.

A/N: Kili/OC.

Boom.

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I hope you all like it; I did a lot of research! I wanted Avrosa to be a Harfoot hobbit, and the Brownlock family worked its way into the family tree perfectly—Posco being around Bilbo's age puts Gilly and Avrosa in the same age-range. That made me ecstatic, so I am very proud ;)

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