A/N: Hello! For those who don't know me, I am ACreativeHobbit. You may call me Hobbit. I know there are a lot of 'girl-falls-into-ME-joins-adventure-falls-in-love' but, I just had to write this. I couldn't let it go. And if you've been reading my other story, I haven't left it, I just need to straighten my thoughts, and find inspiration once more. In a nutshell, writer's block. With that out of the way, two questions. Would you rather I update more frequently but with shorter chapters, or less frequently with longer chapters? And the second one, with who do you want the romance? Fili, Kili, Bofur, Thorin, Bilbo, or nobody? You can answer these in two polls in my profile... Just click on my name. Hope you enjoy!
Boring but Necessary Disclaimer (BbND): I own nothing but my OC. :P
Chapter 1
I opened the door of my school, and walked in. But instead of being greeted by the big soggy mats, I fell a remarkable distance onto some stone. And in front of me, a round, green door. I looked around, and saw fairy-tale-like scenery. The greenest grass, healthiest flowers, bluest sky, and cutest houses? Or holes? Or both? Well, whatever it was, someone had to be home. So I got up and knocked. My heavy backpack weighed me down, so I took it off. Someone short with light-brown hair, unordinary big feet, and a yellow vest answered, a shocked expression decorating his face. But it soon gave way to hesitance.
"Ma-may I help you?"
"Um, yes. Could you please tell me where I am?"
He seemed confused by my question, as if everyone knew where there was. Which, seemed familiar, but I couldn't remember it, at the time, until he introduced himself.
"This is Bag End, home of Bilbo Baggins, the Hobbit, which is me." the 'Hobbit' said, exasperated. It all flooded back to me. I had just gone to see 'The Hobbit: The Desolation of Smaug" almost two months before! How could I have forgotten all my Tolkien-knowledge and lore? I was even planning to learn some Khuzdul and Sindarin!
"Nice to meet you Bilbo, I'm Abigail, Abigail Weiss. You may call me Abi." I said politely, knowing he was a very particular Hobbit. Now that I used my manners, Bilbo smiled, seemingly more comfortable with my presence.
"Oh, how rude of me! I haven't invited you in. Please come in."
"Thank you!" I replied calmly, but inside I was giggling like a fangirl, in excitement of being able to see the inside. I just fit under the door, but the ceiling went up to the maximum height of my locker. Which meant it was high enough for me to walk freely, since I'm a pretty short fourteen-year-old. Once my coat was hung up, Bilbo invited me to have a seat, and offered something to eat. I politely declined, since I had only eaten half an hour ago. He asked me,
"So how, did you get here? I'm just curious."
"Well, apperently I fell out of the sky!"
"Oh. Well, that's... Odd."
"Yes, yes it is. In all logic, I don't remember walking here, and I woke up in a lying-down position just in front of your door, as if I had meant to fall here. It's just as unreasonable to walk to your house, when I don't even know the road on which it's on, come here, sit down in front of your door, then get up and knock. Walking is probably even more unreasonable than falling out of the sky. That, and I have a giant headache."
"Oh, dear!" the Hobbit exclaimed worriedly. He began to offer tea, and a variety of other things.
"No thank-you. I think that a nap will do me good. I should be alright for the evening." I responded passively. He then showed me to the guest room.
"Thank-you for helping me. I really appreciate it. I hope I'm not a bother."
"You're very welcome. My pleasure." said Bilbo, smiling and walking away, pleased with himself.
I woke up at around eleven o' clock, and I looked out the front window to see a tall old man with grey hair, a grey beard, grey pointy hat, and a long staff (which wasn't grey) approaching the little bench at the front. I remember this conversation, in which Bilbo looked at the man in surprise.
"Good morning." he managed to stammer out.
"What do you mean? 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 to say that you feel good on this particular morning? Or are you simply stating that it is a morning to be good on?"
"All of them at once I suppose. Can I help you?" asked Bilbo suspicious of the wizard.
"That remains to be seen..."
I recognized the wizard as Gandalf, one of the greatest wizards of Middle-Earth, and possibly my ticket to something interesting. He eyed the Hobbit cautiously, then decided to ask something to test the waters and see how Bilbo would react.
"I'm looking for someone to share in an adventure..."
Bilbo was flabbergasted. He pulled his pipe out of his mouth and looked at the wizard with mouth wide open to retort,
"No, I don't imagine anyone west of Bree, having much interest in adventures."
Oops. Not a good prospect for Gandalf's adventure. But Bilbo continues,
"Nasty, disturbing, uncomfortable things. Make you late for dinner." He said, getting up and checking his mailbox, but as he pretends to read it, he eyes the wizard uncomfortably, and seeming to not have anything important, makes a funny grunt sound, and heads toward his front door saying "Good morning."
"To think that I should've lived to be 'good-morninged' by Belladonna Took's son; as if I was selling buttons at the door! You've changed and not entirely for the better, Bilbo Baggins." Gandalf said disappointed.
"I'm sorry, do I know you?"
"Well, you know my name, but you don't remember I belong to it. I'm Gandalf, and Gandalf means me!"
"Not Gandalf the wandering wizard who makes such excellent fireworks! Old Took used to have them on Midsummer's Eve! No idea you were still in business."
"And where else should I be?" (This last comment might've offended him a bit) Bilbo didn't answer, just sheepishly put his pipe back in his mouth.
"Well, I'm pleased to find you remember something about me. Even if it's only my fireworks. Well that's decided. It'll be very good for you... And most amusing for me. I shall inform the others."
Remembering the original conversation, Bilbo protests,
"No, no, no way. We do not want ANY adventures HERE." He points to the ground under him. "Thank you, not today, I suggest you try, Over the Hill, or Across the Water." he turns to enter his door, looks back and says, "Good morning," and enters.
"Who was that?"
"Oh just a deluded old man." says the Hobbit.
A/N: I hope you liked it! Please feel free to use that box down there to tell me what you thought of my story. Even if you detest it. I can take the flames and rants about how there's already too many of these things. But otherwise, just take a few seconds to tell me your thoughts. :) Have a good evening!
-Hobbit
