A/N: This entire series (no joke) was originally written as a reader insert on DeviantArt that my muse, for some odd reason, wanted to share on as well. However, since doesn't allow interactive stories like reader inserts, I revised the whole series and turned the reader into an OC and added some extra stuff into the narrative. So if it seems like I'm updating this very fast, that's because I already had most of this series written and simply revised each chapter. Just a warning, this series is very long. It is split up into three parts, called books (one for each film), and each book has anywhere between 20 to 30 chapters (in other words, the longest reader insert in existence). So if you're ever passing by DA, feel free to look up the original story.

This will mainly follow the movies with some stuff from the book added here and there as well as a lot of my own stuff too.

Don't let the description fool you. This story will not be nearly as simple as it sounds.

The Hobbit belongs to J.R.R Tolkien. I do not own it. I just own the OCs involved in this story. Enjoy!

~Arrival~

"Blast it all! Wrong house again!"

She internally cursed to herself as she stood at the door of the wrong hobbit hole, talking to the wrong hobbit, for the third time that evening.

Inhaling deeply, the young woman somehow managed to keep her frustration concealed with a smile as she politely apologized to the gentleman hobbit who had answered the door. She then asked him where she could find the hobbit she was looking for, the one known as Bilbo Baggins.

"He lives at Bag-End. About five houses up that way." He pointed down the path.

She thanked him again and turned to leave. As she did, he scowled at her and muttered something indistinct, but she didn't bother to find out what it was, because honestly she didn't care. It had been a long journey and she was tired. After he had closed the door, she let out an exasperated sigh, running her fingers through some loose strands of her long, curly brunette hair which was pulled up in a braid as she walked back down the paved walkway and through the fence gate.

"Sorry friend, it looks like we've arrived at the wrong house, again." She said to her traveling companion.

Said traveling companion turned his big, brown eyes to her, lifted his head and let out a whinny. She smiled and patted the horse on the neck, running her fingers through his thick mane. "It appears that we're going to have to keep on walking."

The horse snorted and shook his head; obviously he wasn't too happy about it either, since he was tired as well.

"I'm with you, Silver." She said. "This is all Gandalf's fault. He said that we just had to find the hobbit hole with the mark on the door. But he failed to specify what kind of mark and what it looked like. That blasted wizard is always leaving details out. I swear, sometimes I think he does that on purpose just to mess with us. But if it keeps up, I'm going to lose my sanity."

She shivered in the cold night air and pulled her cloak tighter around herself before grabbing the reigns and leading Silver, her horse, up the path. She didn't bother to get on his back and ride him because she decided that there was no point since they were so close to their destination. Plus, she figured that poor Silver was worn out from having carried her all the way to the Shire, so she decided to give him a rest.

"And it doesn't help that every single hobbit hole looks exactly the same." She said to Silver as she walked up the path with him in tow. "I know that hobbits are somewhat simple creatures, but I didn't realize that that meant they lacked originality, too."

Silver snorted again and shook his head up and down, as if nodding in agreement. She laughed lightly and ran her hand over his beautiful silver grey coat, the reason for which he was so named.

If anyone had seen her talking to her horse, they would have thought that something was wrong with the poor girl, but she really wouldn't have cared. Silver was a very clever horse and he had been her only companion since she had parted ways with her master to go on this little adventure. She wouldn't have chosen any other horse besides him. He had been hers since the moment he was born and the bond they had was intimately strong. He understood her and always seemed to know what she was thinking and feeling. Plus, he listened to her and knew exactly how to respond. It wasn't a trick she had to teach him, it was something he was born with.

She led Silver down the path a bit and then stopped for moment to look out upon the breathtaking view of Hobbiton. Even at night, it was beautiful to look at. She had never actually been to that part of the Shire before, but she had been told that it was a beautiful sight, and she could see that claim was true.

"The Shire truly is a very beautiful place." She said to Silver. "My master always said that if he was to retire, he would come and live here. What do you think? Do you think I should live here when I retire?" Silver turned and rubbed his face against hers. "Yes, you're right. I've got a long time before I start thinking about that."

She turned and looked out at the Shire again. She stood there for a few moments until suddenly she felt Silver press his forehead against her back and push her forwards.

"Alright, alright, we're going!" She said with a laugh. They continued to walk, but thankfully not for very long. Right away, she saw something on the door of the next house that caught her eye. Telling Silver to stay put, she walked through the gate and up to the door. Immediately, she saw what it was she had spotted. It was a mark that looked like an ancient ruin that glowed blue in the moonlight.

She shook her head with a smirk. "Ancient runes; that's definitely something Gandalf would use. This must be the place."

Straightening herself up, she took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

"Go Away!" Shouted someone from inside.

She paused then knocked again with more force. She really didn't want to deal with this aggravation. She was cold and tired and she didn't care to stand around outside any longer. She heard the sound of approaching footsteps before the door was opened by a very irritated looking hobbit.

He was short, as all hobbits should be; probably no taller than 4 foot 3 inches. He had shaggy brown hair with pointed ears sticking out and light brown eyes that burned with frustration. He wore a patchwork robe and, as she had expected, he had hairy feet, like most hobbits do. He appeared to be about 40 years old. Of course, she wasn't sure; she couldn't remember if hobbits aged the same way humans do, but that's how old he looked. He stared up at her, his irritation being replaced with surprise.

"Oh uh, you're not a dwarf." He stammered.

She smiled. "What gave that away?" He frowned at her sarcasm and she hung her head slightly. "Forgive me, sir. It's been a long journey and I'm tired."

"Are you….?"

"Human? Yes." She paused. "Are you Mr. Baggins? Mr. Bilbo Baggins?"

He sighed. "I am."

"Edlyn, at your service." She said with a slight bow.

"That seems to be a popular phrase tonight, now isn't it?" He said with a bitter smirk.

Edlyn tilted her head, curious as to what he meant by that. "May I come in?"

He threw his arms out. "Why not? It's not like I really have a say in this anymore."

Edlyn frowned, once again curious as to what he was talking about. However, she decided not to ask. She stepped through the door, and then she remembered something and stepped back out. The hobbit watched her in surprise as she wiped her feet on the outside rug.

"I don't want to track mud all over the place." She said as she walked back in and closed the door. However, she figured that her little act of consideration didn't really matter when she looked at the state that the entrance way was in already, but it did receive a grateful smile from the hobbit, so that made her happy enough.

Edlyn turned her head when she heard the loud chatter of male voices coming from the kitchen and saw what looked like really short men walking around.

She smiled with a knowing gleam in her grayish blue eyes. "Well that explains a lot." She thought to herself.

"You already have guests, I see." She said to Mr. Baggins as she removed her cloak, revealing her traveling attire which consisted of a green wool tunic with elbow length sleeves, a belt around her waist, form fitting trousers and lightweight but sturdy brown boots. "And dwarves, no doubt."

"Unfortunately, yes." The hobbit sighed. "Are they friends of yours?"

Edlyn laughed warmly. "Good gracious, no!" She replied. "I've only met a couple dwarves in my life about a while back. And if what I remember from that experience still applies here then allow me to extend my sympathies to you, my friend."

"Thank you." Bilbo said, sighing again. "At least someone is considerate of my feelings tonight."

She smiled sympathetically. "Don't worry; I'm sure the evening will get better from here."

Apparently, she had spoken too soon, because right then there came a loud crash from the kitchen, making both of them jump. It was the very unpleasant sound of something made of glass and very fragile hitting the floor and shattering.

"KILI!" A deep, heavily accented male voice shouted.

"IT WASN'T ME!" A higher male voice shouted defensively.

Edlyn winced. "Well, that didn't sound good."

A look of panic crossed Bilbo's face. "Excuse me." He squeaked before darting into the kitchen.

"Would you like some help, Bilbo?" She called after him.

"No, no I'm good. You just make yourself at home." He said frantically.

She knew it wasn't true but she did as she was told anyway. Hanging her cloak up, Edlyn went to go look around. She walked into the living quarters and smiled fondly. The place had a very warm, homely feel to it. It kind of reminded her of her own home, only a bit fancier. She smiled again as she looked around the house. Suddenly, her mind flooded with thoughts about her family, friends and the home she left behind. She thought about her master and how much she missed him. Her throat started to clench a bit at the thought.

Suddenly, she started to feel a bit homesick.

A/N: I often like to pick actors and actresses to play my OCs. Edlyn is played by Jessica Brown Findlay. I'll keep doing this every time a new OC is introduced.