Chapter One

Bilbo had always known he was a bit different from other hobbits, with his strange dreams of singing in forests with elves and making beautiful things in caverns with dwarves. Hobbits were unlike the other races in middle Earth in that they could have more than one soulmate, but it was still strange for a hobbit to have not one but two people that matched his soul that were from different races. As a boy he remembered playing with two other little boys in his dreams and looked forward to going to bed each night, so that he could meet his two friends. Though as a child he had never understood why he couldn't meet them together. Bilbo still didn't really undestand that, save that he knew that they were two men that didn't like to share with others, perticularly the one person that completed them. As the days passed into years, Bilbo knew he was closer and closer to making a very hard decision. However the choice of when he would go to them was taken from him suddenly and without warning.

He was working out in his fields when he felt a stabbing pain ripping through his chest, arms and legs, he cried out before loosing conciousness. He felt a sense of panic when he awoke hours later, knowing that one of the men he had grown to love was badly injured, might even be close to death and he had to go to him.

He packed his bags and provisions and went in the direction his senses told him to go. He bought a pony in Bree and found a dwarven caravan heading towards Erebor. As that was the direction he felt like he needed to go, he booked passage and moved towards the middle of the group. "So why are you going now, its late autaum." Bilbo asked.

"I could ask you the same halfling, we left because there was a battle in Erebor and we seek those that..."

"Be quiet Jiran, a halfling could not understand the ways of our people."

"Let me guess, this battle happened a day ago?" Bilbo asked and rubbed his chest where it ached slightly.

"How did you know?"

"Because that's why I'm going to Erebor, my kind has multiple possibilties for what dwarves call their One and I'm going to try and find him." Bilbo stated and they stared at the hobbit in shock.

"You are seeking your One?"

"I am seeking a possibility, I have two possibilities, some have more, others like you only have the One, its something that is normal within the Shire." Bilbo shrugged elegantly as the dwarves looked shocked. "You pick the one, or sometimes a couple you like best and like you best and settle down, its all very respectable, but I'm different. I was born during a time of starfall and so like the stars that made their way across the sky at the night of my birth, I too wander to seek out those I belong with."

"I couldn't imagine having two Ones, one is hard enough, I'm Jiran and this is my brother Biran, he comes to ensure that our courting is proper." The dwarf said and Bilbo smiled.

"Bilbo Baggins." He replied shaking the dwarf's hand. "So do you have dreams of your Ones?"

"The dreaming is sacred, it is not to be discussed."

"Then he has dreamed of me as well, I thought so because it seemed like he remembered me." Bilbo said and smiled.

"Do you remember where he was from, in these dreams?" Jiran asked curiously.

"Honestly brother you have no sense, leave the hobbit alone, he does not understand our ways."

"I grew up speaking the old tongue just as naturally as I speak my own, my one is from a traditional family and so I know the rites, rituals and traditions of your people as well as I do my own." Bilbo stated and the two dwarves stared at him in utter shock, their mouths hanging open. "Close your mouths, before a cave in happens." Bilbo said and laughed shaking his curly hair as he did so, the pain was gone for now at least and his one was still alive. Bilbo wasn't sure what that meant precisely or what he would find, but for now it was simply good to laugh at little things and try not to dwell within the darkness of his own fear and worry.

"You speak the tongue?"

"I do, though it is plain that I was not born speaking it, or at least that's what he tells me."

"This dwarrow that is your one?"

"Yes, he used to tease me a lot, but aged rapidly when I was in my tweens, he doesn't laugh like he used to anymore and that saddens me. Did something happen, between now and then?"

"Nothing for the past thirty years, except the reclaiming of Erebor, you said he aged when you were a tween, you mean that he was not always a fully grown dwarrow?"

"I do not know what it is like for you, but the valar allow for us to see our hearts, through time and space. I remember him as he was when we were children and I remember who he became later in life. Its normal for someone to grow quickly, when you accept them no matter what age they might be. Some never get to that point, in fact most hobbits never leave the Shire, but I'm different than the rest of my kindred."

"Indeed you are, do you know his name?" Jiran asked curiously.

"Just the one Mahuel blessed him with, he told me when we were children and then made a game of having me guess his use name, while he made up true names for me." Bilbo chuckled. "We had such fun as boys, before he got all serious on me."

"Serious?" Jiran asked.

"And brooding, always with the brooding, I mean sure that makes sense when you are a tween, but he never stopped. Then he'd always be ranting against some dragon and telling me parts of his life that made no sense. Then when we were about to wake up, he would beg me to stay, but I'd always seen him again for the next few days, before I met with my other possibility, who was equally hardened by his life." Bilbo shook his head. "I'm a little intimidated by what I will find, when I get there."

"As are we all, I'll protect you along the way, did he teach you any combat?"

"He tried when we were younger, before it was agreed that I was very bad at playing the warrior." Bilbo stated and the dwarves laughed. "Then he tried again when I was a tween, but I was more likely to get an axe to the head, than give him a blow. I've never liked blood, or harming others."

"Your a strange fellow, but I like you." Jiran said and Bilbo smiled.

"And I like you as well." Bilbo stated, they spent the rest of the journey more or less uneventfully, until they came to Mirkwood and stared at the trees in shock, he knew this forest, he had grown up in it. He took his horse ahead, not heading the calls of the others as he raced through the trees and out the other side. He galloped through the burned out fields of a smoking city and reached the gates of Erebor. The guard stared at the hobbit, who straitened to his full height. "I have been called for, by the son of Thrain, he needs me now and I will not be parted from him, not by you, not by anyone. Let me pass, so that I might go to him." Bilbo said and the astonished guard let him pass, he went up to the third levels, nodding at the others who stared at him in shock, as he dismounted by the stairs. He ran up the staircase, until he reached the hall of healing and stared shocked at what he saw. They were both there, the elf was treating the dwarf and both of them he remembered as far back as he could recall. He stared at them, one was unconcious, his ribs badly bandaged and the other had his back turned to Bilbo.

He watched as the elf cared for the dwarf, not wishing to interrupt either of them, then the elf tensed and turned around staring at Bilbo with a very strange expression on his face. "Hello Spring." Bilbo said.

"You have come, but you do not look a day older than when I last saw you thirty years ago." Thranduil said. "How could this be?"

"We have seen one another across time and space, I knew some day I would see you, Beloved I simply did not expect it to come so soon, or at such a bad time."

"Bad time?" Thranduil said and Bilbo nodded.

"I thought it best if you did not know of one another, considering how you both railed against dwarves and elves, but hobbits have more than one person that makes them feel whole in side and now I need to focus my attention on him. It would be best if you could share, but I know that is not in your natures, so that means that I must give one of you up, in order to be with the other."

"Choose me." Thranduil stated and took Bilbo's hand in his. "Please, choose me."

"He needs me, at the moment his need is greater than yours." Bilbo stated and moved to the bed. "If you were injured I would be doing the same for you." He added before he hummed, the humming grew louder and louder in the hall, until the walls seemed to thrum with it. Bilbo settled his hands over the chest of the dwarf and felt the energy pass through his fingers and into the dwarf. He fixed what was broken inside and then felt the darkness tugging at him. He smiled as blue eyes opened and stared at him, before he collapsed against the bed and the darkness washed over him like an unstoppable wave, crashing into every part of his being and taking him under.