Author Note: I'm stopping my Any Day Now it wasn't getting the credit I wanted it to. So, here's my new story. I do not own the Hobbit J.R.R Tolkien does, also the pictures I used in the cover I don't own.

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Chapter One:

Calaerwen was born into this world half a hobbit and the other half an elf. Her mother, an adventurous young hobbit, had met a handsome breathtaking, as all elves are, young elf for them it was love at first sight like a fantasy.

The mother abandoned the Shire for this elf and was pitied by all those around her. The two soon married and it was a wondrous fairytale for them. Until, the young elf was sent into battle, the illusion they had, ended but along with it came the baby Calaerwen.

After his death, her mother moved back to the Shire, it was as if her family was now the outcast of valley, for she grieved to hard for this elf they believed she didn't truly love. The grief was much to hard for her mother to handle and she became sick, very sick.

Young Calaerwen was the size of a normal girl hobbit, only her ears where that pointed of an elf and her beauty rang out like one, also minus the big hairy feet that other hobbits had. Calaerwen had long flowing wavy ice blonde hair that matched her piercing icy blue eyes.

Eventually Calaerwen's mother had fallen away from this world with that grief that stayed in her heart when Calaerwen was fifteen, still a very young Hobbit. She was sent away from the shire, where she would be considered a freak from her being a half breed, to live with the old wizard, Grandalf the Grey.

"Come my dearest Calaerwen, we must see Master Baggins!" The old wise wizard called to the middle aged half breed as they traveled through the Shire to Bag End.

"I'm coming Gandalf!" She piped to the elder, pulling her cloak tightly around her.

In view came a beautiful hobbit hole, it was quite an extravagant sight. Gandalf tapped his staff to the earth below gaining the attention of a well dressed hobbit, who gave them queer looks.

Calaerwen examined the new figure closely, he had long curly light brown hair that matched perfectly with his dark blue eyes.

"Good morning." Bilbo said sarcastically with a long look to the cloaked figures in front of him.

Gandalf looked to his adopted daughter with a slight disappointed look upon his wise face. "What do you mean? Do you mean to wish me a good morning, or do you mean that it is a good morning whether I want it or not? Or, perhaps you mean to say that you feel good on this particular morning. Or are you simply stating that this is a morning to be good on?" Calaerwen giggled at Bilbo's puzzled face.

"All of them at once, I suppose. Can I help you?" Bilbo questioned the duo.

"That remains to be seen. I'm looking for someone to share an adventure." Gandalf told the hobbit.

"An adventure?" Bilbo scoffed, "No, I don't imagine anyone west of Bree would have much adventures. Nasty, disturbing, uncomfortable things. Make you late for dinner." Bilbo arised from his seat puffing his pipe looking towards the she-hobbit who hasn't said a word, and began to walk towards his hobbit hole. "Good morning." He called again.

"To think that I should have lived to be good-morninged by Belladonna Took's son, as if I were selling buttons at the door."

Bilbo turned back to Gandalf, "I beg your pardon?"

"You've changed, and not entirely for the better, Bilbo Baggins."

The bewildered bachelor hobbit gave Gandalf the most queer look wonder how he knew his name? "I'm sorry, do I know you? Either of you for that matter.

Calaerwen gave Bilbo a serious look, "You know not of me Master Baggins, I am Calaerwen Elensar."

Gandalf shook his head disapproving to Bilbo, "You know my name, although you don't remember I belong to it. I'm Gandalf! And Gandalf means ... me."

"Gandalf...not Gandalf, the wandering Wizard, who made such excellent fireworks!"

"Yes, that's the one." Calaerwen told him.

Bilbo looked towards the blonde beauty, "Old Took used to have them on Midsummer's Eve. Ha, ha! Well. Hmm, I had no idea you were still in business."

"And where else should I be?" Gandalf asked Bilbo.

This seemed to stump the hobbit, he puffed on his pipe confusedly.

"Well, I'm pleased to find your remember something about me, even if it's only my fireworks. Well that's decided. It will be very good for you, and most amusing for me. I shall inform the others!"

Bilbo looked hard at Gandalf, "Inform the who? What? No. No. No! Wait. We do not want any adventures here, thank you. Not today, not-mm. I suggest you try over the Hill or across the Water. Good morning." He called to them again as he retreated back to his hole.

"Wait!" Gandalf cried, causing Bilbo to stop in his tracks and look to the old wizard. "Take my dear Calaerwen with you until I return for her tonight, would you? There is something I must do."

Calaerwen looked up to Gandalf questionably, he gave her a small wink. Bilbo didn't know what he was getting himself into but he aloud the small hobbit-elf into his home.

"It's a nice place you have Bilbo." Calaerwen called to him as she adventured through his home.

"Yes, well, don't touch anything." He told her sternly following in her footsteps. Hoping Gandalf would come for her soon.

"Aye Bilbo, do you mind cooking supper?" She questioned him with pleading eyes as her stomach growled.

Bilbo looked at her bewildered, she comes into his house and asks for supper? What kind of world is this coming to? He nodded towards her and went off to the kitchen.

Calaerwen was amazed at the design of the hobbit hole she had never seen something so miraculous.

The doorbell rang loudly throughout the hole, Bilbo walked out into the hallway and gave Calaerwen a questioning look. Which she shrugged off.

At the door stood a strong bald dwarf, on the door could be seen by Calaerwen's elvish eyes was a marking made by Gandalf's staff. It was unknown to Bilbo.

The dwarf bows to him, "Dwalin at your service."

"Calaerwen Elensar at yours Master Dwalin." She said to the dwarf with a happy smile.