The Ranger and the Dwarf

by Chenelle Nadadith

He was young for an elf and he lives in the Shire. Hobbit have come to appreciate him staying there because off the protection offered from orc and bandits. That still didn't stop them for talking about him behind his back. So he finds comfort in Bag End, where one night, he meets 13 dwarves, one who lost his way, twice!

1. Chapter 1

"Ah Larielas! Why don't you come for dinner tonight?" Bilbo called from his bench, smoking his pipe.

The ranger stopped from his fast pace and smiled politely at Bilbo with a twinkle in his eye. "Will you be cooking some off that delicious roast off yours?" He asked, voice full of mirth.

"For you, most likely." He replied.

"Mister Larielas!" Two young fauntlings ran up to him, interrupting the conversation, tugging at the material off his coat. "You have too come quick, Tari and Nari are playing in the trees and they can't," "And won't" One interrupted the other. "Come down."

With a nod and a few quick words to the fauntlings before giving a quick nod to Bilbo. "Dinner tonight." He replied before kneeling in front off the two, asking them to explain the situation to him. "Come now." He said "Let's go get your friends."

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New story, again.

I know some off you would probably hate me for this but this has been stuck in my head for weeks hopefully writing the parts that won't leave me alone will free me up to write Our very special scenes with Tharwen and Thorin.'

Okay thanks. Enjoy this too.