Bilbo Baggins was just sitting outside when it started, he wasn't even doing anything suspicious to warrant the man's attention. Just sitting on his garden bench, enjoying his vacation. Bilbo lived in the Shire, a wonderfully quiet suburb, with wonderfully quiet neighbors, except the Tooks, but they lived away from Bag End St. so he wasn't bothered by them much. Bilbo had a wonderful home that his father built his mother as a wedding gift, it was the only house on Bag End, so that's what the community called it, Bag End. He was sunning himself in the sun, when someone cast their shadow on him. Bilbo looked up at him and gave him a once over. Grey polo shirt, gray-er slacks, a lighter then the first two windbreaker jacket tied around his neck, and a gray, wooden cane with a crystal bulb on the end where his right hand was. On his grand fatherly head was a silver fedora. Bilbo was in a fine mood, so he sat up and smiled at the man in gray.

"Good morning," Bilbo said, and he meant it! It was late April, so everything was in bud. All the gardens surrounding Bag End were full of beautiful flowers, bushes, trees, and other various plants. But the man frowned at Bilbo, leaning a little more on his cane, his watch and crystal bulb glinting, right in Bilbo's eyes.

"What do you mean," He asked, his voice gentle, but firm. "Do you mean to wish me a good morning, or that you feel good on this particular morning, or that it is a morning to be good on, that it is a good morning whether I wish it to be or not?" The man smiled gently at Bilbo, his short, trimmed gray beard riding up his face along with his gray eyebrows. Bilbo shifted in his seat, frowning in confusion at the man. Surely, he knew what Bilbo meant the saying to be was simply a kind greeting, nothing more.

"All of them at once, I suppose," Bilbo said, turning to get into his house quickly. He expected the man to nod, wish him an good morning also, and move on, but he didn't. He just stood there and stared at Bilbo, a curious glint that the hobbit didn't like in his storm gray eyes. Perhaps he needed something... "Can I help you," Bilbo asked, hoping to be rid of the man as quickly as possible. The man frowned at Bilbo slightly and leaned towards him.

"It would seem so," He muttered. He straightened up and brought himself to his full height, nearly a full foot taller then Bilbo. "I am looking for someone to share in an adventure." Bilbo blinked at the man, he felt his mouth open up in surprise.

"An adventure?!" Bilbo stood up and tapped his toes on the grass, before moving his way to his mailbox. "I don't believe anyone west of Bree would want an adventure!" He opened up his mailbox and pulled out his mail, just as his iPhone beeped. Holding his mail in one hand, he pulled out his phone and looked at the text, it was from Lobiellia... She wanted an opinion on a dress. He ignored it. Bilbo shoved his phone back into his back pocket and turned to his house. "Good morning," He said to the man. He frowned further at Bilbo and followed him down his fence on the way to his door.

"To think that I would have been 'Good Morning' ed by Belladonna Took's son," He shouted, leaning on his cane once he stopped. Bilbo halted and turned around to look at him again, wondering if he should know him.

"I beg your pardon?!"

"You've changed Bilbo Baggins," The man continued. "And not entirely for the better!" Bilbo felt his mouth go agape again.

"Do I know you?!" The man frowned further, but it seemed that he wasn't quite as angry at the Walmart Clerk.

"You know my name, though you don't know me by it," He shouted. "I'm Gandalf Greyson! And Greyson means me!" The name finally clicked in Bilbo's poor befuddled mind. With a smile spreading across his face, Bilbo pointed gleefully at Gandalf.

"Not Gandalf Greyson, owner of the Wandering Wizard Fireworks Factory, just up the road?" Gandalf smiled and stopped leaning towards Bilbo, he didn't need to intimidate him any further. "You know Old Took used to have them on Mid Summer's Eve?" His smile brightened further, his fireworks were his pride and joy, he was always glad to have them complimented! "I had no idea you were still in business!" Gandalf's smile turned upside down.

"And why shouldn't I be?!" Bilbo's mouth flapped a few times, before it clamped down on his lip, his furry toes curling and un curling. He didn't mean any offense, he just thought he was old forty years ago! Bilbo wondered how old he was now... Gandalf took Bilbo's silence as an apology. "Well... At least you remember something about me, even if it is only my fireworks..." He took a deep sigh and smiled brightly at Bilbo again. "It's settled then, it'll be good for you! And most amusing for me..." Bilbo's mind clicked once more and freaked.

"WHAT?! No, I'm sorry, there won't be any adventures here, not today! Good Morning!" Bilbo finished climbing the steps into his elevated home and slammed the green round door shut. As he stood, leaned up against the now locked door, Gandalf stood outside, chuckling to himself as he pulled out his Blackberry torch. After snapping a picture, and texting a few people, Dwarves to be exact, he sighed and looked at the round green door. So it begins...

Kili was beyond boredom, he just might be near death. Four days so far in the middle bench, all to himself, with nothing to look at but the dreary scenery passing by on the interstate. Well, he had his phone, but nobody would text with him, not to mention that the games he had on there were glitched, so when he would try to play them, they would brick his phone, and he would have to restart it. Fili was in the shot gun seat, manning the music, slow and dead as always, and Ori was stuck with his older brothers in Dori's minivan. The youngest Durin looked at the things crowding the back bench. Ori was allowing him to borrow a knifty knitter loom and a ball of yarn, that was next to the window, slowly baking in the sun.

It's fine, Kili thought to himself, That shade needed to be lighter anyways. In the seat next to that was a few stacks of books that Fili had brought with, most of them fantasy romances, or science fiction novels, both extremely boring to him. Thorin turned a sharp corner and Kili hit the window to his right, but the left window on the suburban. Someone chuckled from the front as Kili brought himself into a sitting position, he glared at his blonde older brother, Fili.

"Why do you think Uncle tells you to buckle," He asked, smirking. Kili glared a little harder and turned to face the front, deciding to listen to the music.

Oh DURIN! NOT THIS SONG, he grimaced. Kili pulled the auxiliary cord out of Fili's phone and shoved it into his.

"HEY!" Fili tried to reach for it, but he ended up shoving into Thorin's shoulder, making them swerve, almost into the car stalling next to them.

"Knock it off," Thorin yelled. He looked at the younger nephew through the rear view mirror. "No grunge Kee," He added before turning his attention back to the road. Kili gave Fili a triumphant smirk and scrolled through his play lists, before settling on his country one. Banjos and twanging voices blared through the speakers, Thorin and Fili smiled, at least it wasn't ear piercing screams called singing... The three of them sung to Kili's play list for a while, slowly passing through rush hour traffic, otherwise known as car jams and turtle speeds. Who knew it would be so bad between the Shire and Ered Luin?! Around four in the afternoon, Thorin got a text on his iPhone, Fili grabbed it before Thorin or Kili could.

"Text," Fili announced.

"Who's it from," Kili asked.

"A Mister Grey? Who's that?" Thorin snatched his phone back, the traffic was at a stand still, he could take care of this. He scrolled through the message, his brows knitting as he read the message. He locked the phone and set it back on the console as he sighed, his hands ringing the already worn spot on the steering wheel.

"Did your girlfriend break up with you," Kili asked, smirking. Fili smiled. Thorin had a secret girlfriend, he wouldn't tell anyone who she was, if she was even real! He claimed it was to protect her from groups that wanted his life, but most everyone thought she wasn't real, but merely a rouse to avoid marrying Ivy, a snot nosed lady of Ered Luin that the Council there wanted him to marry. Thorin's bright blue eyes narrowed.

"No, she hasn't." Yet, he added silently. He just prayed that she didn't find out why they were really taking this 'trip-across-Middle-Earth' thing or she just might... A few more minuets of some what blissful silence from the boys, until Kili moaned from the back.

"Too... BORED! GONNA DIE!"

"You aren't going to die," Thorin yelled back. To help Kili not be bored, Fili decided to spark a conversation.

"So... how long is it going to take to get to the Iron hills?" Thorin sighed again, his teeth started to grind. His reaction to the question nudged Fili and Kili's interest greatly.

"We aren't going to the Iron Hills," Thorin said at last.

"Where we going then," Kili asked.

"Did it get canceled," Fili guessed. Thorin was silent for a few moments.

"No... We weren't going in the first place-"

"WHAT?!"

"Where were we going in the first place," Fili yelled.

"Are you kidnapping us-"

"No-"

"Cause that would be AWESOME!"

"No it wouldn't be," Fili corrected. "Amad would kill Uncle, then, if he lived through that, ban him from daring to set foot two hundred miles outside of Ered Luin's city limits!"

"Oh... Right..."

"I'm not kidnapping you! And Fili's right, it wouldn't be spectacular if I did!" Thorin finally yelled over the din. Fili and Kili grew silent so Thorin could explain where they were going, and why they were going there in the first place. Thorin turned off the music, and turned around to look at his nephews. "Do you two remember that bed time story I would tell you two over and over?" Kili nodded enthusiastically, although he was slightly confused.

"The one about the dragon, and the short dwarves, right?"

"Correct... It's not a bed time story..." Thorin let that sink in, both of them were beyond confusion now. He turned back around to face the road and continued. "We aren't going to the Iron Hills, we are going to reclaim Erebor..."

"Wait a second! Who's the dragon then?! And the Orcs!" Kili yelled.

"Does Amad know?!" Fili asked. The car went silent as the boys waited for Thorin's answer.

"Know what?" Fili frowned.

"That we're going to Erebor?" More silence resonated from Thorin...

"No she doesn't," He said.

"SHE'S GOING TO KILL YOU!" They shouted in unison.

"Do you want me to explain everything or let you guess it yourselves?" Their Uncle shouted, getting more angry by the second. Fili and Kili shut up, but their argument wasn't over...

"Gregory Smaug, literally bought Erebor from Thror's rule," Thorin explained slowly, so he wouldn't have to repeat anything. "He wormed his way into the courts, and almost completed a coup."

"And that's when The princess died," Kili guessed.

Thorin nodded as the car started to slowly move again. "Thrain banished him from all Erebor's lands, and they thought that everything dealing with him would be over. A while later, he returned with an army, outfitted with the worst of weapons..." Thorin's monologue was interrupted as the gas meter dinged at him, they barely had five gallons left in the tank. He glared at the meter as he flipped on his turn signal, grumbling at it. Looking for an opening in the heavy traffic, he picked up his cell and double clicked the button at the bottom.

"WHADDA YA WAN'," The lady voice shrieked at him. Thorin growled at his phone, while Fili and Kili silently smirked.

"Find the nearest gas station," He said, veering sharply into the other lane, earning himself frustrated driver all around.

"SAY PLEASE AND I MIGHT!" With a frustrated yell, Thorin turned his phone off, practically throwing it onto the middle console between himself and Fili. He didn't want to or have time to argue with his phone!

"Fili-"

"Already on it," Fili said, looking at his iPhone. After another shocking experience, featuring Thorin, the crazy driver, other angry drivers, and Kili the living wreaking ball, they made it to the far right of the highway.

"Is it loaded yet," Thorin asked, his gaze switching from the now moving road to the slowly moving gas gauge.

"Finally," Fili growled. "Take exit twenty seven, then make a sharp right- " Fili paused and frowned at his screen, Thorin noticed.

"What is it?"

"The map and the pin says we're right on it, as if it's under the highway."

"Maybe they ran out of room," Kili suggested, clinging to the back of Fili's seat for dear life.

"Why would they do that, there's plenty of room out here-"

"Just keep your eyes peeled for Twenty Seven," Thorin growled over the argument. "FOUND IT," Kili shouted, Thorin cringed at his shrill voice. How could he have forgotten that child's shriek?!

"Where at," He asked, rubbing his temple with one hand.

"Waaaaayyyyy on the other side of the highway," Kili said, pointing directly over the left side mirror. There he saw it, exit twenty seven, and with a direct path to it too! Praying that they wouldn't be rammed as they made their way towards the ramp, Thorin floored the suburban forward, right towards the exit. Kili yelped from the back as he was flung into the back seat, Fili's eyes widened with fear as he was plastered to his seat, why there weren't scratches in the seat when they slowed down, nobody could have told you! Kili slowly popped above the seat and climbed over, holding his aching head as he buckled his rear end in.

"I guess I should have said hold on," Thorin said as he made the sharp right turn, tipping the car on two wheels.

"No duh!" Everyone leaned right as the car turned to the left sharply into the gas station. Then they would have ran into the gas pumps, if not for the great brakes that Dwalin had installed.

"Everyone good, no broken bones or whip-lash?"

"You ask me," Fili moaned, rubbing his neck. Thorin smirked and turned around to search the back seat for his younger nephew; he was no where to be seen.

"Kili," He called. His seat jerked back as Kili used it to climb up.

"Barely alive-"

"But alive," Thorin finished. He leaned back as he turned the engine off, un buckling too. "While I get fuel, you two go in and grab a few snacks." Thorin exited the vehicle to fuel up, while Fili and Kili walked towards the store.

"I wonder why someone would want us to help reclaim Erebor," Fili wondered aloud as he shrugged on his dark blue jacket.

"Not just anyone, the heir of Durin," Kili reminded as he stepped onto the curb. "Think about it, this is huge!" He added, running his hand through his shoulder length, dark brown hair.

"Pull that mop up," Fili commanded, handing Kili a hair-tie.

"Maybe he'll pay us enough to get Amad out of that dump we live in now," Kili said as he pulled up his hair. Fili rolled his blue eyes as Kili looked at him with brown eyes, ponderously.

"Come on Kee," Fili said as they walked in. "Dain's generous, but I doubt he's paying anyone..." The door shut softly behind them, little did they know that Thorin was listening in on their conversation. He had to tell them sooner then later, otherwise... he didn't want to think about it. As he waited for the tank to fill, he casually looked at his watch, and saw that it was five in the afternoon.

"Oh Durin..." Thorin looked at the meter next to his head, wishing that it would hurry. He was going to be late if he didn't leave right now! It finally stopped and he pulled the pump out of the gas tank. Quickly paying for the fuel and sliding into the driver's seat, Thorin started the engine, grabbing his phone. He accidentally typed the wrong pass code, "WHO IN MORDOR ARE YOU AND WHY DO YOU HAVE THORIN'S PHONE," it shrieked at him. He typed the correct pass code and sent a text to Fili and Kili, explaining why he had to leave them here. Two different beeps sounded from the seat next to him, and behind him. "Curse their lazybones," He growled as he sent another text, this one to Dwalin. Once that was sent, Thorin roared out of the gas station, just as Fili and Kili paid for the snacks.

"Thanks again," Fili said as Kili took the bags off the counter. The lady smiled brightly at them.

"Y'all come again, ya hear," She said with a friendly wave. The second they were out of the store, a few shivers went down Fili's spine.

"What," Kili asked.

" Did you see the way she was looking at me?!" Fili shuddered again.

"Get used to it," Kili growled, kindheartedly. They scanned the lot for the familiar black suburban, but they couldn't find it

"Could he have parked around back," Kili asked.

"The back of what, there's a barrier at the back of the lot, you could see it through the window," Fili said throwing his thumb behind them. Fili reached for his phone, only to find it not in his pocket. "Do you have your phone on you?" Fili was starting to get worried...

"No, I left mine in the rig, which Thorin decided to move-"

"To where?!"

"I don't know, why'd you ask me?!"

"It sounded like you knew where he went-"

"Are you two okay," A concerned hobbit asked, stopping right next to them. They weren't sure what to tell the hobbit.

"Just fine," Fili growled. Kili elbowed him in the ribs.

" Just looking for our ride, I think he ditched us," Kili said. The hobbit's eyes widened and he darted into the store. Kili frowned and turned to Fili. "Was it something I said?"

"Beats me, have any change?" Fili looked at the phone booth on the side of the building as Kili dug through his pockets.

"I got two bucks, how 'bout you?"

"Five, then I still got Uncle's card," Fili said.

"I'm gonna go get some change for the pay phone, maybe Dwalin or Dori could pick us up?"

"Good you do that," Fili said, turning back to the road. Something wasn't right, but he couldn't put his finger on it. A black Chevy Camaro with tinted windows pulled into the lot, and it didn't have a license plate. Dents were all over the hood, doors, and side mirrors. A sense of dread crept over Fili, something was urging him to duck into the store, so he did. Peering over the window, he saw the Camaro pull up to a pump and a man in a suit get out. He was smartly dressed, obviously wealthy, but he had many scars on his face. So many scars, he had never seen that many! He impatiently stood by the pump as he waited for his rig to fill up, looking at the watch on his left hand repeatedly. The dial was on the inside of his wrist; Fili noticed a tattoo, partially covered by the watch. Before he could get a good look at the damaged skin, Kili tried going out the door.

"Get down," Fili hissed, grabbing Kili's arm and pulling him behind the wall.

"What are you doing," Kili growled back. "You almost made me drop my wallet!"

"Better then what could be out there," Fili said quietly. He peered over the display rack again, hoping the guy hadn't seen Kili. It was just something bugging him, he couldn't tell what it was though. He scanned the lot for the Camaro, but he couldn't find it. Heaving a sigh of relief, the elder stood up and brushed himself off.

"What was that about," Kili asked, standing up and placing his wallet in his pocket.

"Nothing-"

"That was anything but 'nothing', you never get freaked out-" Kili's rant silenced suddenly, then a wicked grin spread across his face. "She was out there, wasn't she?"

"No-"

"HA, She was! Man you really dislike her!"

"I don't like her, I'll admit that, but that wasn't why I was hiding! There was a man out there, with a sinister feel about him!" That really shut Kili up for real, he stared out the window for a while.

"What was he driving," He asked, his own gaze scanning the lot.

"Black Chevy Camaro- THERE HE GOES!" Fili shoved Kili back under the window as the car drove past the window, then sped back onto the road. Fili stood up and took his hand off of Kili's shoulder. Kili stood up like a spring.

"Can I help you two, or are you going to sit there by my window all day," A man behind the counter asked. Or, hobbit, I should say... Fili looked at him and ducked his head in embarrassment.

"Sorry sir," He said, grabbing Kili's shoulders and dragging him out the door. Kili tripped on the thresh hold of the door, and they tumbled onto the sidewalk. Fili landed on his younger brother, whilst Kili was smashed between his older brother and the pavement.

"KILI!"

"Get your arse off o' me!" Fili scrambled off of Kili and pulled him to his feet. Gun fire rang out from the black Camaro, who had just been circling the building via feeder bullets hit the two Durins-

(((Hi guys! I'm Nuka, and I'm very excited to post my first story on Fan ! I do have the same story on , but I wanted to hear what the guests thought of this, so that's that. Please enjoy!)))