Google Drive was being a pain in the butt so I am sorry if this chapter is hard to read. I am going to keep this in the Hobbit section, not crossover. Reviews/Requests/Suggestions/Ideas are always welcome!
TA 2941(Dany's P.O.V)
I woke at the crack of dawn and dressed into my newly made Dothraki outfit and pulled on grey leggings and dark brown boots. I braided my hair straight down and before leaving the room. The Dothraki settled in the Shire with different hobbits so if I were to call upon them, they'd answer.
"Good morning, Bilbo." I greeted with a smile.
"Good morning Dany." He greeted.
""I am going to go down to the market and buy a few things." I informed him, grabbing the basket off the table and heading toward the door. He followed me out and sat on the bench, smoking his pipe. I walked toward the market, passing very few people when I bumped into a old man clad in a grey outfit.
"I'm sorry, miss."
"It's alright, no need for apologizing."
"Miss, do you know where can I find Bilbo Baggins? I need to speak with him." The old man explained, leaning gently on the staff in his hand.
"You go straight down this road and his hobbit-hole should be on the left." I turned pointed down the road.
"Thank you, miss."
"You're welcome, sir."
I continued walking down to the market. I ventured from booth to booth, picking out different fruits and cheeses. I returned to the hobbit-hole to see the old man putting a mark on the door. The old man turned and left without a word. I entered the hobbit hole and placed the basket down on the table.
"What was that all about, Bilbo?" I ask as I grab some of the things from the basket and place them on the shelves in the pantry.
"The old man wants me to join him for some adventure." Bilbo answered.
"... sounds fun." I said, coming out from the pantry.
"It sounds like someone has been smoking a bit. too. much." Bilbo said as he sat down. I sat down on the couch in between two walls and fell asleep.
I woke up hours later to see the hobbit standing over me.
"Dany, it's dinner-time."
"Alright, I'll be there in a moment."
I sat up and swung my legs to the floor, rubbing my head. I stood up as the doorbell rung and looked over to Bilbo, who glared up in the direction of the door.
"I'll get it, Bilbo." I told him, walking over to the door. I opened it to see a gruff man covered in furs and tattoos.
"Dwalin, at your service."
"D-Dany, at yours."
The gruff man walked inside and headed for the dining room. I closed the door and slowly sank to the floor.
The man finished all of the food set out when the doorbell rang once more. I slowly got up and wiped the tears from my eyes before opening the door.
"Balin, at your service."
"Dany… at yours."
The short man walked inside, looked over to to the gruff man and laughed. The two conversed about blue cheese and ale. I closed the door and walked over to stand beside Bilbo.
"It's not that I don't like visitors; I-I like visitors as much as the next Hobbit, but I do like to know them before they come visiting." Bilbo explained. Dwalin and Balin, not listening to Bilbo, continue rifling through his pantry.
"Ah, that looks very nice indeed." Balin picks up a lump of cheese.
"What's this?" Dwalin asked, examining a block of cheese.
"I don't know, cheese I suppose." Balin guessed.
"The thing is, um-" Bilbo spoke, placing a finger up to catch the dwarves attention.
"It's gone blue." Balin examined.
"It's riddled with mold." Dwalin takes the cheese and tosses it out of the pantry, past the still-speaking Bilbo. I let out a small giggle and place a hand up to my mouth.
"The thing is, um, I, I don't know either of you, not in the slightest. I don't mean to be blunt, but I uh, but I had to speak my mind. I'm sorry." The two dwarves pause and look at Bilbo.
"Hm. Apology accepted." Balin smiled.
"Mm!"
"Ah, now fill it up, brother, don't stint. I could eat again, if you insist." Balin hands a tankard to Dwalin so that it can be filled with ale. In the background, the doorbell rings again. I place a hand on Bilbo's shoulder before walking over to the door. I opened the door to see two dwarves, one with blonde hair and one with dark brown hair.
"Fili…" The blonde one smiled.
"and Kili." The brunette looked me up and down.
"At your service!" The two bowed, coming back up with wide smiles. The two entered and placed "Fili, Kili, come on, give us a hand." Dwalin emerged from one room, slapping Kili on the back.
"Mister Dwalin." The dwarves laugh.
"Let's shove this in the hallway, otherwise we'll never get everyone in." Balin ordered. The dwarves prepared to shift Bilbo's furniture around to create a meeting/feasting place.
"Ev-everyone? How many more are there?" Bilbo squeaked. I placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Breathe, Bilbo."
"Where do you want this?" Fili asks, placing his hands underneath the table.
The doorbell rings very hard and longer than before. Bilbo and I walk quickly toward the door.
He beats me opening the door, and an entire heap of dwarves, eight to be exact, fall in. Struggling to get up, they grumble and yell at each other, saying "Get off!". Gandalf is standing behind them.
"Gandalf." The entire group of dwarves, 12 of them, begins raiding Bilbo's pantry and taking out all his food. He tried to tell them to put it back, but they ignore him.
"Those are my plates! Excuse me! Not my wine. Put that back. Put that back! Not the jam, please! ...Excuse me." Bombur walks out of the pantry with three entire wheels of cheese.
"Excuse me. A tad excessive, isn't it? Have you got a cheese knife?" Bilbo pulled on his suspenders and quietly laughed.
"Cheese knife? He eats it by the block." Oin and Gloin walk through the hall carrying chairs from one of Bilbo's rooms.
"No, no, that's Grandpa Mungo's chair! No, I'm sorry, you'll have to take it back please. Take it back...It's antique, not for sitting on! Thank you! That's a book, not a coaster. Put that map down, thank you."
Hours passed before the dwarves finished eating. Two dwarves ,mischevious I could tell, began throwing plates to each other and sang. The others soon joined in, laughing, singing and playing an instrument.
"Blunt the knives, bend the forks
Smash the bottles and burn the corks
Chip the glasses and crack the plates
That's what Bilbo Baggins hates!
Cut the cloth and tread on the fat
Leave the bones on the bedroom mat
Pour the milk on the pantry floor
Splash the wine on every door
Dump the crocks in a boiling bowl
Pound them up with a thumping pole
When you've finished, if any are whole
Send them down the hall to roll
That's what Bilbo Baggins hates!"
Bilbo huffs up in anger, only to find all the dishes stacked neatly and cleanly. The dwarves and
Gandalf laugh. Suddenly, there are three loud knocks on the door, and everyone falls silent.
"He is here." Gandalf whispered, lowering his pipe. Gandalf lead all of us to the door. I ran to my room, afraid of seeing another dwarf in this house.
I sat there in silence for the longest time before I heard a loud thump. I walked outside to see Bilbo lying on the floor. I ran to his side and placed a hand on his head, wiping the curls from his eyes.
"Daenerys…"
I froze in my spot, refusing to look up. One dwarf knew me by that name and he hated me… I lifted Bilbo into my arms and placed him in Gandalf's arms before running out the door.
Thorin's P.O.V
"Gandalf, what is wrong with her?" I asked.
"I cannot say but I do sense a mixture of emotions. I feel as if she is angered, sad and blames herself for something great." Gandalf watched as the door to the hobbit-hole closed.
"I should talk to her." I looked up to Gandalf.
"I think that would be best." He whispered, walking off into the sitting room with an unconscious hobbit in his arms.
I walked outside and heard crying from above the hobbit hole. I walked to hill above the hobbit hole and noticed Dany sitting outside of a pen that held… her three dragons. I sunk down beside her on the grass, causing her to look up.
"Daenerys, I am sorry for the years of pain I have caused. I understand you are the Mother of Dragons and I can't take your children from you. Do you trust me?"
"...there it is, trust me. It is you I should trust, only you." She answered.
"I can ask no more than that." I whispered.
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