Authors note: Hey guys so I had written this fanfic but didn't like the way it was turning out so I am redoing it. So , her you guy and hope you enjoy.
XXOXX Miss AudreyBear
It was an absolutely beautiful day, a bit chilly though, thought Bilbo as he trudged through the waist deep snow and away from his hobbit hole.
"Mama!" He cried turning and waiting for his mother. While he waited for her response he examined his new mittens. They were bright blue and both of them were attached by a string that went around his head. This way he wouldn't lose them
"Coming dear!" he heard his mother call from somewhere behind him. Confident that his mother was coming Bilbo scurried forward stopping when he came around a bend. He was sweating underneath his many layers for it was quite hard the get through the snow. "Bilbo wait up for me sweetheart!" Bilbo sighed as he waited for his mother to catch up. When his mother finally came around the bend Bilbo began struggling through the snow again eager to reach their destination.
"Where are we going mama? Where are we going?" Bilbo asked his mother as he stopped to take a breather.
"Daddy's going to meet us to build snow men. Isn't that exciting?" His mother had once again caught up with him. Seeing how exhausted her little baby was she picked him up and swung him around, planting a kiss on his tiny belly, causing Bilbo to break into peals of laughter.
"Goodness I've never seen this much snow. Some folk are calling it the Fell Winter. Isn't that curious." Bilbo nodded agreeing with his mother's words. He didn't really understand what was so fell about all the snow. Bilbo like snow and the Shire hardly got enough to build snowmen. They walked for a little while until they had come along side the Brandywine river.
"Whoa!" breathed Bilbo as he bent over,the river was completely frozen over.
"Well look at that! This will cut down on a good deal of our journey. Come along dear, be careful it's slippery."
Bilbo took his mother's hand and the two proceeded to very carefully cross the Brandywine river.
Thorin Oakenshield was very cross at the moment. He had been riding his pony around in circles for hours looking for some little village named Bree. It was freezing cold, and he must have made a wrong turn, or held his map upside down or because when he stopped and asked for directions the very flustered looking hobbit looked at him like he was crazy and told him quite brashley.
"This ain't no Bree master Dwarf this be the Shire." So Thorin Oakenshield was in a very bad mood and just when he thought it could get no worse it began to snow.
"Mama where's Papa?" Bilbo had just noticed that his father was not present and was looking around expectantly.
"He's already there love," his mother replied scooping him up off the ground. "My you're becoming quite a big boy aren't you." Bilbo beamed. He noticed his mother glance worriedly at the sky and so he looked up to. The once bright blue sky now had more of a whitish look and dark clouds were beginning to roil in. A great big snowflake fell down and landed with on Bilbo's upturned face.
"Oh dear," said Belladonna sadly, "maybe we won't be able to build our snowmen after all."
Bilbo frowned sighing sadly.
"Well let's go find your father and go home. Maybe we'll be able to tomorrow. Right around the bend now dear, we're almost there." The rounded the corner and many things happened in quick succession. Bilbo saw red, lots and lots of red, and a strange wolfish creature ripping something apart. Belladonna screamed loudly. The wolf raised it's head and growled. It was all white but as of now it had red muzzle. Belladonna turned and Bilbo was jostled as she fled. She let out another scream, as she didn't get far. Bilbo was crushed underneath her as she was knocked to the ground. He cried out in pain as his head struck something hard. His mother was pulled off him and he could hear her screaming, screaming, screaming. It seemed all like a dream. His eyes refused to open. As the darkness clouded his mind he could still hear his mother screaming.
Thorin sighed rubbing his hands together. It was time to stop, he decided. It would no good for him to freeze. In the distance he suddenly thought he could hear someone screaming. He stopped his pony and cocked his head, listening. Indeed quite clearly he could hear a voice screaming. Another voice joined in the noise and by that time Thorin had spurred his pony on and was hurrying towards the noise. He rounded the corner and let out a cry of shock. Three great white wargs were standing in the midst of a bloody field. They turned to him, mouths dripping with blood. Thorin was off his pony in no time at all and had his ax drawn. The first warg hurled itself at him and was quickly cut down. The second tried to circle around back, but soon found an ax imbedded in it's skull. The third simply turned and fled. Thorin dropped his ax on the ground, breathing heavily. Three bodies lay in the snow. The first was so mangled that even Thorin had trouble looking at it. The second, a woman, had a huge bite in her stomach; and blood oozing out of her head. The third, appeared to be completely fine. Thorin approached carefully kneeling down at his side. It was a little hobbit child, a boy, and Thorin's heart clenched painfully. He had a great head wound, but he still breathed. Then before Thorin could do anything the child opened his eyes and whispered, who are you?
