It is a clear day in the hills of the Shire as a young girl tries to race a rabbit. The child Hobbit falls to the soft grass laughing and looking up at the clear sky. Closing her ice blue eyes she feels the wind blow through her chestnut wavy chestnut hair.
On the window another song is carried, it's sad but also sweet. Standing she fallows it to see a scruffy looking Dwarf sitting on a rock singing this sad song.
"What cha doing?" The freckle faced girl calls behind him.
Startled by the bell like voice the dark brown haired young man turns to her. His face is scruffy with long dark black hair. But something in those deep eyes was sad.
"Just remembering my home." The young man turns back to the far off mountains with longing eyes.
The girl sees this but doesn't really understand it. She runs off after a few minutes, the Dwarf is confused but shakes it off humming the tone again. Not to long after she left the girl returns out of breath with a blue star shaped flower in hand.
"These are called Blue Star, they mean new hope. Pretty huh?" The girl holds it out.
The young Dwarf stares at this and smiling face of the girl. He couldn't help letting a small one creep over his face as he takes the gift.
"BUD!?" Calls a young man's voice from a top of a different hill.
'Uncle Bilbo.' The girl turns to see a familiar man shouting for her.
"Bye bye." The girl runs off with a wave.
'Bud huh? It fits her.' The young man sniffs the gift left for him.
The young girl runs up the hill to her curly haired uncle. He tries to look at the dirty and grass stained child.
"Hello uncle Bilbo." The freckle faced girl giggles proud of her antics.
"Really Bell, what am I to do with you?" The warm brown eyed man shakes his head with a chuckle.
Taking Bell's hand he leads her back for a bath and lunch. Though lunch would happen first.
Years later that same child is now a young woman sitting under a tree reading a book on adventures intently. To her the rest of the world didn't exist as she is pulled into this world of sword fights, knights, Dwarfs, and Wizards.
As the morning fades away she drifts off into a dream as the spring air swirls around her. Little did she know the adventures she so desired would soon begin.
'Sunset?' Bell rubs her sleepy eyes.
"Oh no! Uncle Bilbo is going to be so mad!" Bell jumps up rushing for home.
Brushing through her wild hair quickly putting them in messy braids, she then backs up the pumpkin cake and then races for her uncles. Arriving she's surprised to hear cheering.
'Did he have a party planned?' Bell enters confused.
After hanging her cloak she turns to see Dwarfs and a Wizard in the dining room. They were throwing plates around and making a feast wildly as another goes through the liquor cabinet.
"Young miss." An old white bearded Dwarf nods.
"What's in the basket?" The youngest and only a bit scruffy one turns his attention to the basket.
"Pumpkin cake with white hardening frosting." Bell says without really thinking.
"NO! Bell! Don't feed them!" Bilbo hollers clearly in a panic.
"Well they're here and there is enough." The twenty looking woman shrugs looking at all the men and then out at the darkening sky.
While her uncle seems rather miffed about all the carious Bell rather likes the rowdiness. She laughs as they eat and party.
"Lace can you entertain us?" A black haired man calls after they cleaned up.
"Excuse me? My niece isn't an entertainer." Bilbo huffs.
'Really he's so bitter.' Bel sighs.
It was then was then the doorbell rang again. Bell answered it to see a familiar man standing at the door. Seeing the attractive Dwarf again her heart raced.
"You going to move?" The man calls trying to look in to the whole.
Bell moves letting him in. Her heart sinking slightly, of course he wouldn't recognize someone he met as a child.
"Thorin." Gandalf nods to the sparkling eyed man.
"Gandalf." Thorin nods then heads in to meet with the others.
As they talk of their plan to go into the mountains to take back their home, Bell's eyes light up with excitement. But Bilbo seems to want no part of it. He agrees to let them stay the night but nothing more.
"Uncle they need you. You can't just leave them like this." Bell whispers looking into his room.
"This just… it's not the Bagans way." Bilbo shakes his head.
"If the Bagans way is leaving people behind, then I don't want to be one." Bell leaves his door way.
"Bell…" Bilbo starts sighing heavily.
"Far over the misty mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
The pines were roaring on the heights
The wind was moaning in the night
The fire was red, it flaming spread
The trees like torches blazed with light
Far over the misty mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
For ancient king and elvish lord
There many a gleaming golden hoard
They shaped and wrought, and light they caught
To hide in gems on hilt of sward.
Far over the misty mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away, ere break of day
To find our long-forgotten gold." The Dwarfs sing.
Bell stood in the doorway listening to them. Closing her eyes she could almost picture the home they left behind. Opening them again she sees the contract on a stool. An idea hitting her she moves quickly.