Copyright 2006 © Marie Carlson.
A/N: This was also originally under Rochelle Adams' account. Seeing as how I'm a better acquainted with The Hobbit than the actual Lord of the Rings book series, having read it 3 or 4 times, I decided to do a fan fiction about the prequel to the amazing series. It probably won't be that long and I'm hoping to capture the tone of Tolkien's writing but don't get too mad if I fail miserably. I give a little bit of a background like Tolkien does in the beginning of the book. I love reviews but don't need them to survive. Please enjoy and thanks for just stopping by long enough to read this little piece of work that I used to pass the time.
The existence of hobbits is quite unknown to most Big Folk. Back in the day there were many of them, although they were quiet enough that we never saw them or heard them. They lived comfortable lives of farming, families, and eating. Especially eating. Unfortunately, you don't hear much of them these days.
If you know anything at all, you know that hobbits don't go on adventures or do anything unexpected. It disrupted normal life or worse, tended to interrupt the regularity of their meals (six a day, if they can get them).
However, there have been some hobbits in the past who went on adventures. One family in particular was not exactly hobbit-like: The Tooks. Some say that one of the Took ancestors took a fairy wife and although this seems a bit absurd, many still wonder because there's something about them…. One of the three famous daughters of the Old Took went off and married Bungo Baggins. The Baggins were a respectable family and they never had any adventures.
That is, until Bilbo.
Bilbo must've gotten some of the Tookish blood in him from Belladonna, his mother. Though he seemed to mirror his father, Bungo Baggins, and all the other Bagginses before him until he was all grown up and lived in Bag End, he lived up to that little bit of Took that ran through his hobbit veins. While some may say that Gandalf, that fireworks conjuring wizard, was partly to blame for getting poor Bilbo mixed up in an adventure, I'd like to say Bilbo had it in him all along.
Off he went, without a handkerchief or a walking stick, to go on one of those nasty, horrid, unpleasant adventures and, assuming he would never return, the Sackville-Bagginses eventually declared him dead.
That "Presumed Dead" Mr. Baggins returned on June the Twenty-second and it took more than nine days for the Shire-Folk to get over their wonder. It was actually quite a long time before Bilbo was officially declared to be alive. And alive though he may have been, he was never quite the same. He had come into possession of more wealth and odd trinkets, had dwarves, elves, and wizards as friends, and stated an interest in writing a book about those adventures which had taken him away from the quiet life he had lived and thrust him into situations that were far bigger than his little hobbit-self. Who would read a book about horrible, disagreeable things such as adventures? Adventures with no handkerchiefs, no less!
And so Bilbo Baggins remained at Bag End, an ever-present example of how surprising hobbits can be. It wouldn't be the last time…
A/N: Well, there's the first chapter. This one is kind of an intro to the whole thing so there's more of a storyline later. I appreciate comments.
