AN/ I own nothing. Hobbits and dwarves are normal sized in this fic. This is my frost fanfic and love story so I hope you enjoy. Please leave a review. Editing rights go to Lara.
Chapter 1:
No one could guess they were half-sisters, unless they told them. They dress differently, they act differently and they look like their mothers rather their father. Though they represent him in personality: brave, stubborn, short-tempered and loyal.
He betrayed them, the secret leaked and a fire burnt their past into ashes. Ceraline and Reneive their mothers, pained by their father's affair killed themselves. They loved their father but they couldn't bare to stay with him anymore. On a moonlit day they ran away and luck brought them to the Shire. Bilbo ever so lonely and kind gave refugee at his home to the two broken women. They took a secret oath to always stay at his side, no matter what.
"Don't tell me you're day dreaming, again. We're meant to be getting Bilbo a birthday present. Can you at least stay focused for that Dewni?" Lara scolded.
"It's not like you do any hard work," Dewni replied
"True, but you're the responsible one."
Dewni smiled and rolled her eyes.
Dewni had bronze skin in comparison to Lara's milky pale. Brown eyes to blue.
Straight, raven locks to bright red curls.
Hobbits other than Bilbo, loathed them since they don't dress like ladies. They preferred to wear black leather pants and boots. Dewni usually wore a deep blue, shoulder-less, long sleeved shirt and her hair in a ponytail, Lara likes extra-baggy, green, short sleeved shirts and a casual bun for her fiery hair.
As they made their way back to Bag-end, the sky was dark and unusually loud noises echoed outside the round door. Sparing each other a glance, they cautiously stepped inside.
Dewni's eyes widened and she ducked as a tomato sailed past her head. Lara burst into a seizure of laughter at this until Dewni's deadly glare found her.
"Dewni, Lara, we have some unexpected guests, I hope you don't mind," Bilbo started as he made his way towards them.
"Who?" Dewni demanded as she stepped in to the dining room. At that moment, a man with long, brown hair and brown eyes bumped into her, accidentally pouring his ale down her shirt.