Right, Hey! It's been few weeks under three years since I began this story. The Unexpected Journey had just come out and I was completely in love with it and especially Fili. He and his brother had been my favourites since I was six and I felt that especially Fili did justice to the image I had formed of them in my head (minus appearances, that's quite a different story altogether.)

A few weeks ago I found a "lost chapter" that I never published and it made me remember how much I've been wanting to continue this fic... However, my writing has drastically changed from the time I was fifteen and I haven't physically been able to read this fiction. So many cringe attacks... So so many.

I decided to be brave and try once more so I can finish what I started and make it all better. Let the rewrite begin...

(I'll leave my original note for this chapter only, from here on out I'll leave them out as I suspect the story might have some drastic changes. After all now all the movies and the extended cuts are out.)

Hello, before we start there's something I've gotta say.

You see, since I was six Hobbit has been my favourite book. For long I've wanted to write a fanfiction of it, but none (especially me) could ever do justice. To it. Now that it's finally a movie I am trying, and I hope I have a chance to do justice to at least the film...

Disclaimer: I very much do not own any of Tolkien's work, nor anything related to it and so forth. (That is the only disclaimer you'll see so remember it :P)

Here goes nothing... Galu!

Chapter one, Lady in Black

Fili strode in after his brother and took in the surroundings. Behind him the door was shut with a loud bang. It was a cosy place with a low vaulted ceilings and a sophisticated burrow like atmosphere. The wood was warm and all the colours were tinted towards different shades of sun. There were candles lit up everywhere, banishing the darkness that had fallen outside. Even the greens were yellowish and made Fili think of the woods that they had walked through to get here. Though it was all very fine and clean and organic (very un-dwarf-like) he decided he liked Boggings and their Boggings holes very much. Very much indeed.

"Careful with these, I just had them sharpened." he said to the Boggings and handed his weapons to him, carefully unfastening all the rest as well. It was good manners after all— to give ones weapons over before setting foot to their home. Even more so when he found out it was a family home, for many generations apparently.

While Kili cleaned up his boots he took out the last of his weapons and handed them over, following Kili as he went to greet Dwalin and Balin. It had been a while since they had seen each other. He had no idea where they had been since they left Blue Mountains, they did that a lot. Went to see relatives, or to sell things on the market.

They walked into what seemed to be a dining room and began to clear some space. It would become very tight very soon. It was then that he noticed a high and melodic voice humming a strange tune. He wondered that perhaps there was a Mrs. Boggings somewhere around. The melody compelled him to investigate, he forgot altogether what he was doing and slipped away from the dining room and travelled left.

There in what appeared to be a study was the most magnificent sight. A young woman with the strangest form he'd ever laid his eyes on. It was almost like she wasn't there at all, a flickering shadow in the candlelight, wavering in this world and perhaps the next. But there she was, he was utterly sure of it. Snooping around, humming and searching through the books and papers, occasionally picking something of interest up and then quickly discarding them, until she seemed to noticing something. It was a shiny brass paperweight shaped like a pinecone. Just as she was about to slip it in her pocket there was a loud thump. She quickly turned around and saw Fili standing there, just as baffled as herself.

"Good evening." she coughed and offered her hand (with the other she put the pinecone in her back pocket.) "My name is Gwilwildû, but I implore you, please call me Gwildû."

Fili took her delicate hand, raised his eyebrow and said, "Fili, at your service." before kissing it and bowing. Just like in the tales of old. He felt like a proper hero, though the maiden in question did not seem very— well. He had noticed that little pinecone going into her pocket.

"Shall we go and see what the commotion's all 'bout?"

"More of your friends I'd say." she smiled and floated past him with strange grace. A strange woman indeed Fili mused and not for the last time.

It seemed that the rest of the dwarves had all appeared at the same time. All but uncle, Fili thought as he loaded his hands full of food. The lady in black, Gwildû had disappeared again, as had Bofur it seemed.

"Help me with the cheese laddie?"

"Can't you see my hands are full? Fili!"

"Yes Kili?"

"Help Oin with the cheese."

"I have no room."

"I only have one hand."

"Put the horn down then!" Kill advised as he walked past them hands full.

"Alrigh' Alrigh'!" Oin agreed and followed him.

Fili laughed as he watched all of his kin enjoying themselves, he laughed even more when he thought of all the food they'd have for supper.

"Tis beats any provisions and rationing any day!" Kili yelled from across the room,

and it did, after a week with nothing but dry meat and even dryer bread Fili hugged the fresh loafs of bread and fruits closer to his body.

"Help me out with the ale won't you brother!?"

On the other side of Bag End in the west hall two figures were hugging each other tightly, their voices drowning in the overall hassle coming from their right.

"Oh how I've missed you terribly lass! Just terribly!"

"I have missed you too Uncle Bofur! How have you been?"

Bofur let go of Gwildû and brushed her dark curls of her face. He smiled warmly and looked into her hazel eyes,

"Did you do something to your hair, its miles longer than the last we met."

"Only allowed it to grow, I didn't have the heart to stop it."

Bofur chuckled, it was not often that he saw his lass in such a bright mood and thanked Mahal for whatever may have caused it.

"I brought you something, I know I haven't done so since you were little but there was this—"

"Bofur…"

"Gwildû." Bofur said, searching through his pockets. "Aha" he said and took out a tiny brown pouch. He handed it over and Gwildû took it with an unsure grin. She unwrapped it and it revealed itself to be a tiny gem the shone as bright as a star.

"It's stunning! how? What is it?" she asked as she secured it around her neck.

"A piece of the mountain, something to inspire maybe. A reminder, why we're, why you're doing this." Bofur told her and Gwildû inspected the gem. It was almost blinding in its rays, almost as if it was shining on its own and not reflecting.

"Come now, hide your trinket, there are many a dwarf that would gladly have that. Let's eat!"

All around him the dwarves relished and laughed and sang. Joked around. It had been so long. He was laughing along, singing along. Even dancing on the table—-much to the dismay of a certain hobbit—- However now he was observing. He was observing the one that clearly stood out of the bunch, no not the hobbit, even he fit in to some degree.

It was her, the mysterious thieving lady. She was fading once again, to the background. If he didn't know she was there he wouldn't have noticed her. She was completely still, sitting next to Bofur. The two seemed to know each other well. There was something incredibly familiar about her but he couldn't quite place it. Like he had seen her before. If only she showed her face, maybe then. She looked incredibly uncomfortable, but no one seemed to see it, he wasn't even sure if all of the dwarves realised she was there. Was she breathing? Fill made her decision and jumped on the table

"Eh lads! Who wants more ALE!" Fill yelled and thrust his pint-hand in the air.

"Aye!"

"Aye! Over here laddie!" they were yelling all around. Fili

ran over the table and took the keg in his hands laughing as he carried it over to the table,

"All right lads, have at it!" he shouted gleefully and they all cheered.

As everyone was concentrating on the keg he came over to the shadow of a figure and whispered rather loudly,

"Come outside with me for a smoke"

she looked at him with a doubtful eye but he just grinned at her and offered his hand,

"Very well then."

As they sat there outside on the bench in silence, he smoking his pipe, she drinking her ale they both looked at the stars together. She was beginning to relax again.

"I have been on the road for far too long, I have completely forgotten how to behave around people."

"Ah yes I noticed your discomfort, thought some air might help. Have we met before?" he asked

She fell silent for a while and took a few deep breath of the fresh nighttime air. Fill glanced at her. Here in the moonlight he could see her properly. Her dark olive skin shone strangely and her long hair danced around with the wind. He wondered what she was, where she was from and most of all, how she had ended up here, of all places.

"We've perhaps seen each other in the Blue Mountains. I stayed there once, for a long time." she said with idleness.

"Oh."

They ate for hours until the midnight was upon them and then they ate some more. Gwildû had introduced herself to everyone as Bofur's niece and was now part of the conversation, laughing and drinking with them. Sharing stories of her travels. Reminiscing about the times long passed with some of the older dwarves.

She even found herself striking up conversation with the wizard, Gandalf. Though he made her extremely uncomfortable with a feeling that he knew much more about her than he lead on. Though it would not have surprised her. Given the reputation he had.

The dwarves were a merry bunch, and she was slowly but surely getting used to the loud and overbearing but so very warm presence of being around them once more, it had been at least 20 years, perhaps longer since she had last set foot in the Blue Mountains or any other dwarf kingdom for that matter. Far too long, Bofur had said to her, but perhaps it wasn't long enough.

She was aware that around her the dwarves were dancing and cleaning up after themselves, making the poor hobbit extremely anxious about his plates. If he had only known he had no reason to worry, she chuckled. Dwarves were very good with their hands, and feet. Most of them any way, and their aim was true— if you asked elves, not true enough.

Bofur had always had a gift for singing and she found herself joining in, dancing around them as they cleaned, handing over plates and whatnot. All around her was a whirl of dwarves and cups and plates, everything was so very alive. The candles danced around creating a wild atmosphere and the burrow like halls were on fire with energy, life and song. Bursting with glee and joy and the smell of ale and fire. Even the fireplace cricked and cracked joyfully.

They were all in the kitchen, laughing as the song ended, with all the cups and glasses, plates and bowls, knifes, forks and spoons piled neatly on the table. Then there was a knock. The noise died down and everyone fell silent.

"He's here."

All right here's the end of the first rewritten chapter, I decided to make the chapters a little shorter than I did last time, just for my own sanity as well as yours. I would greatly appreciate any feedback you have to give, it's all very welcome.