Author note: Ok! so I have seen a stunning lack of fanfics devoted to the story of Snow white, and seeing as it has Dwarves in the name..i just couldnt resist. Hope you enjoy!

Pairings: I shall leave you to figure it out!

disclaimer: Dont own. so so wish I did. please read and review!

warnings: m for a reason though it will be a slow build. fluff angst and smut ahoy eventually!

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Ch 1: Introductions and First Hello's.

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Everyone has heard the tale of Snow White. Beautiful princess with skin white as snow, hair black as night and lips red as blood. But this isn't her story.

This is the story of one Bilbo Baggins, who was a particularly odd sort of princess; seeing as he wasn't a princess at all. He was a prince, though he was often mistaken for a princess when he was young because of his fair face. Add onto that the fact that he had been locked away in a tower for years by his wicked stepmother Queen Lobelia who never corrected anyone who said that the heir was a girl. Most of the people and nobles thought that the child of their former king and queen was dead. And so here begins our story.

Bilbo Baggins, crown prince of the Hobbit castle known as Bag End, had been stuck in his prison room for nearly as long as he could remember. Never leaving, the only glimpses of the outside world being in the form of books and maps that he was given so that he didn't go mad with boredom. He had never had a reason to want to escape before now, despite not being particularly happy with not being able to go anywhere for years and years, so when that reason came in the form of a loudly protesting knit covered young dwarf of all things...it was very unexpected indeed. The dwarf was tossed head first unceremoniously head first into his cell, that was right across from Bilbo's, and the hobbit prince peeked in curiosity at this strange newcomer. He had never seen a dwarf outside of his books, so the experience was rather exciting for him.

"Excuse me. Terribly sorry to interrupt your grumblings..but are you a dwarf?"

A gentle looking scruffy faced chin showed itself as the dwarf in question got up off the floor of the cell and turned to see who was addressing him.

"Of course I am. Ori at your service Mr. Hobbit."

A short bow was given by Bilbo's new prison companion, and a woolen knit covered hand was stuck through the bars for Bilbo to shake.

Slowly and shyly the prince stuck his own hand through the bars and shook with Ori. Stunned a bit at his own audaciousness he quickly retreated a bit, after all that had been his first bit of contact with anyone for a good long while.

"B..bilbo Baggins at yours and your families."

Looking thoughtfully at his companion from the other side of the room, Ori took a few moments to study the other being, noting the long unkempt honey gold curls, pale skin and large green eyes. His fellow prisoner looked for like a cherub than a criminal.

"What did you do then..to wind up in a place like this?"

Bilbo's eyes widened almost comically as what Ori was asking sunk in. He was certainly no crook, the very idea causing his simple hobbit heart to nearly convulse in its horror.

"Oh goodness no! I'm not any sort of ruffian master Ori. My dreadful Stepmother Lobelia is the one who locked me up in here."

Laughing quietly, Ori shook his head in amusement. It was rare for him to find someone more excitable and timid than himself, being a scribe rather caused that affect.

"Neither am I Mr. Baggins. I hold the position of a scribe. It was my attachment to a protesting pamphlet about the taxes that has caused my imprisonment."

Ori did not comment on the rather interesting bit of information that Bilbo had unknowingly dropped. If what he said was true, then the being in front of the scribe was the long thought dead child of Belladona and Bungo Baggins. Ori wasn't however, certain as to Bilbo's gender. He couldn't tell if the hobbit was just an unkempt lass or a feminine lad...and he had far to many manners than to just outright Ask the halfling.

"A scribe? You make books!"

The smile that lit up Bilbo's face could have been sunlight for how it lit up the dank cells. Ori stared at the hobbit, his expression slightly awed. His companion was covered in dust and clothed in an old ragged set of clothes, and yet was still beautiful when a smile appeared.

"yes I do. If we can get out of here ill show you some of them."

Shuffling his feet at that declaration, Bilbo looked down sheepishly, his shy demeanor rushing to the front of his consciousness again.

"Oh..I don't know if I'm capable of such a thing.."

Sighing softly, the scribe rubbed his face with a mitten clad hand. He didn't plan on sticking around, but he wasn't going to just leave the hobbit prince to the mercy of the crazed Queen. He had a distinct feeling that if this timid halfling prince got a bit of spine, he would make a terrific king now all that needed to happen to start such a change would be escaping from the cell and telling the people who he was. The support of the people would be instrumental for the overthrow of Lobelia.

"I think you can if you try. You've been down here too long. I can take you to a friend of mine after were out of here, but the only safe place to really go will be Rivendell."

The dreamy look that crossed the princes face at the mention of the last homely house caused a smile to raise on Ori's face. He had seen the books, scrolls and maps neatly placed about his fellow prisoners cell and had concluded that the princes only form of contact with the outside world had been through those bits of parchment.

"Look mr Baggins. We've got to get out of here. Do you have anything that we can use to bash the guards head with?"

Bilbo cast his eyes around the room, and spotted a heavy metal flower pot. Hurrying over he pulled out the dead flowers and hefted it with a slight grin on his face. though he wouldn't admit it, the thought of escape had set fire to his long suppressed Tookish side and he was ready to leave.

"This could work"

As they detailed their plan, Ori kept a close eye on the emotional state of his friend, noting the nervousness but quiet determination that hid inside his harmless looking form. Perhaps it wouldn't be quite so hard to get out of here after all. One could only hope after all.

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Their chance came with the next meal time. When the guard entered the cell only to find it empty, he turned around swiftly to locate the 'missing' prisoner and fell in a graceless lump to the floor, unconscious. The resulting muffled clang from the metal flower vase striking the guards head drew a surprised squeak from Bilbo, who had been hiding on a stool just behind the door. Quickly he found the ring of keys and opened Ori's cell, and the pair crept out of their prison into the fading light of day.

The rest of the escape went surprisingly well. only one other guard encountered and he was swiftly dealt with by Ori.

When they were creeping along the outer edge of the castle and into the woods that lead to their freedom, the scribe began to doubt the ease of their escape. Bilbo was however quick to reassure the dwarf, after all he had sat quietly in there for some time, so why would a lot of guards be necessary? Nodding in agreement Ori hastened his companion to hurry, unwilling to press their luck any farther and the hobbit prince and the scribe disappeared into the evening. Their escape wouldn't be discovered until a few hours had passed and by that time they were long gone. Much to the displeasure of the queen when the news reached her ears.