Disclaimer: I do not own the Hobbit.

-Note: I am disregarding ANY and ALL deaths that happen in the book and/or movies.

Chapter One

~The Shire~

All excitement from the day had begun to die down in Hobbiton. Evening was fast approaching. There were many little hobbits running around, not yet called in for the night; but many Hobbits had already returned to their homes. This including Bilbo Baggins. He was preparing to settle down for a quiet night. He straightened up his hobbit hole a bit, before checking his stocks. After assisting the dwarves in reclaiming the Lonely Mountain, he had gone back to his simple ways. He easily fell back into his familiar routine. However, something about it today made Bilbo begin to think of how much he missed his friends; the dwarves and all the allies they had made on the way to the Lonely Mountain. He smiled at the memories, his one true adventure. He still couldn't believe it had all been real. He probably wouldn't have believed it; if it weren't for the very vivid memory of fearing for his life. It had been a good experience and he was quite pleased with himself for going; but it felt good to return to Bag End. He sat, unable to stop the flow of memories, when there was a knock at his door. Jolted out of the memories, he realized that he had not been expecting company. He started toward the door with a sense of foreboding. The last time he had received unexpected visitors, the result had been a dragon. Cautiously, he opened the door.

"Ah, good evening Gandalf."

"What is it you mean? Do you wish me a good evening or mean that it is a good evening whether I wish it or not? Do you feel good this evening or that this is an evening to be good on?"

Bilbo shook his head.

"Oh not this again; come on in Gandalf."

The tall wizard chuckled and stooped through the door. The pair made their way to the sitting room. Bilbo fidgeted nervously, Gandalf usually didn't visit unless he was doing a firework show, and Bilbo didn't know of any scheduled. Clearing his throat, he tried making conversation.

"So, what brings you to Bag End?"

"I thought I would put on a little show for the young ones this evening. I felt like stopping in to see an old friend beforehand."

Bilbo relaxed visibly; if he was only here for a show, then there was nothing to worry about. That calm feeling lasted for only a moment; until Gandalf's next words.

"I also have something to report."

At this, a small feeling of panic bubbled up in Bilbo. Not knowing what else to do, he just sat there and waited for Gandalf to continue.

"Certain people have been invited to Rivendell to discuss some things going on. You are one of those people; I volunteered to escort you to there."

Bilbo shifted uncomfortably, unsure of what to think. As fond as he was of the memories of his adventure, he wasn't exactly eager to jump right into another. If there was a need to invite people all to one place, it had to be something important. After a moment, he found his voice.

"Ah, no; no I don't think so. One adventure is quite enough for me. I will be perfectly content to live quite peacefully in the Shire from now on. Whatever the problem is, I am quite sure it can be solved without me."
"How can you say that when you don't know what the problem is? Well, no Matter; I shall return in the morning. I would suggest you pack a small sack of anything you may need."

With that Gandalf stood and stooped back out the door; leaving Bilbo standing in the middle of the room with a puzzled look on his face. Feeling worn out from the nights event, he attempted to get some rest; however, not before packing a small knapsack with some important items.

It was afternoon, and Bilbo and Gandalf were on their way to Rivendell. That morning, Bilbo had been awakened by a knock at his door. Gandalf had been true to his word; he had come to collect Bilbo for the journey. At first, Bilbo tried to argue again that he had no intention of going on any more adventures; but the conversation ended with Gandalf threatening to have the whole council gathered in Bilbo's hobbit hole. At that he caved; remembering some of the lesser points of his dwarf friends. After that, they quickly set off; and so began Bilbo's next great adventure.

Well there it is; chapter 1. Sorry about the ending, I don't think that's my strong suit. I've put a lot of thought into this fan fiction and I would really appreciate some feedback. Oh, and if anyone can give me ideas for a better title, it would be greatly appreciated! Well, I think that's it; I hope you liked it.