~Disclaimer: I do not own the Hobbit or any of the characters in it, this is purely for entertainment.~
~Chapter 1: We're Going to Erebor~
It was 8:00 in the morning and I was still fast asleep. "Gwynaith Evanara!" I heard Gandalf's familiar voice yell from the other side of my door. I groaned and buried my face in the pillow.
"I'm tired!" I yelled through my pillow.
"Your cereal is waiting on the table!" Gandalf calmly yelled.
Dang. He knew how to get me outta bed. I HATE soggy cereal. I jumped outta bed, hurriedly put my clothes on, and raced to the kitchen table. When I looked down to scoop out some cereal I realized, there wasn't even a bowl in front of me. He'd gotten me again! He had started using that trick the week before, and I'd fallen for it again. Oh well, I thought, at least my cereal wasn't soggy. Gandalf set my bowl of cereal in front of me and handed me a spoon.
"Thanks." I said. Then Gandalf sat down next to me.
"Gwyn, I need to tell you something about a quest." He started. My elf ears perked up and tuned in. This just HAD to be interesting! Oh how I longed to go on an adventure with Gandalf. He's like a father or a grandfather to me. You see, if you haven't already guessed it, I'm and elf. Kind of. Technically I'm half-elven. My father, Gildor son of Celeborn, died in battle. So, for a few short years I lived with my mother, Félewyn Princess of Rohan, but Edoras was attacked by Orcs. And they killed my mother. I was so young but the attack was so horrid and devastating that I still remember it clearly to this day. The maid escaped with me and took me to Rivendell where Gandalf the Grey took me in as his responsibility. He's the only parent-like figure I have other than my grandmother Galadriel. When I was old enough I was taught sword play, archery, and other valuable skills. I visited Rivendell often with Gandalf, which is how I met my best friend Aragorn.
"We are going to the Shire to meet a hobbit named Bilbo Baggins…" For a few seconds I stared at him blankly. That most definitely did not sound like an adventure! Most hobbits have no interest and even look down upon adventures. "I am trying to convince him to go on a quest to help the dwarves to take back Erebor. Your help will be much needed as well." he explained as if he could read my mind. At that my eyes bugged like a frog.
"Yay! Thank you Gandalf! I won't let you down I promise!" I yelled jumping into the poor old man's lap and hugging him with delight.