Pixie Dust
"Tharkûn!"
Gandalf smiled at the Dwarf who was glaring and growling up at him.
"Why Thorin Oakenshield, what seems to be the matter?" Gandalf asked.
"What's the matter?" Thorin growled, "the matter is, that there is nothing here!"
The Dwarf swept his arms over the valley of rolling green hills and blooming flowers.
"I assure you Master Oakenshield" Gandalf chuckled as he takes out his pipe, "there is more here than meets the eye, now settle down, night is nearly upon us"
Grumbling and cursing Thorin turned back to the valley, when Gandalf told him that he knew of a burglar who would be prefect for their quest, he didn't question it, though he did pause at the specific instructions to arrive at the burglar's home at sunset. After getting lost twice, he found not only his comrades but the place called Hobbiton, a valley of rolling green hills and blooming flowers. The moment he stepped foot in the valley, a feeling of peace to which he hadn't felt in years came over him.
The peace however was short lived when Thorin and his fellow Dwarfs realized they were the only living things here, there was no person or housing in sight.
"What are we waiting for?" Dwalin grumbled behind him, shuffling impatiently.
"Patience, Master Dwalin" Gandalf simply says around his pipe, eyes focus on the valley.
Above, the last rays of light go out and the valley slowly darken.
"Well" Thorin turned to Gandalf when nothing happened.
Gandalf blew out a ring of smoke, "Watch" he said, eyes twinkling.
Thorin's eye twitched, he opened his mouth to demand to know what the wizard was up to when he felt it.
The valley was silent, still, unmoving, waiting.
Not a thing stirred, even the gentle wind had stopped as though a single moment would destroy this sudden peace. Then they saw it, a flickering of light through the darkness.
Once
Twice
A final time, and then the light glowed, emerging from the valley as though birth from the earth, soon more lights followed it. Flickering, then glowing, soon the darkness was replaced with beautiful multi-colored glows, all zipping about the valley and sky.
Thorin and the Company stared transfixed at the other worldly sight.
"Durin's beard" one of them gasped.
"What are they?"
"There's so many!"
"Amazing" Gandalf said, "isn't it, ah!"
Several of the glows came toward Gandalf, and the wizard was quickly surrounded, many of them resting on his hat, shoulder, a few had buried in the wizard's beard making it glow; while two were preached on Gandalf's outstretched hand.
The wizard looked very happy.
Thorin jumped and blinked when his vision is filled with glowing colors, he stared, unsure of what to do. His eyes widen when the glows started to dim, dimmer and dimmer they get until he found himself looking at tiny rounded people with large hairy feet and fluttering wings! From the surprised sound from the others, they too made the same discover as he.
Then the tiny people spoke.
"Who are you?" asked one of the tiny people.
"You have a beard!"
"Are you a wizard too?"
"I think they're Dwarves"
"Dwarves!"
Gandalf chuckles overlapped the excited chatter, "Thorin Oakenshield and Company" he introduced, "welcome to Hobbiton"
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After introductions were made, the Company of Dwarves found themselves sitting on an extremely large blue blanket in the a field and watching with wide-eyes as Hobbits fly off and coming back carrying large plates of food as though they weighed nothing!
"I do hope this is enough" said Gerontius Took, or Old Took as he insisted on them calling him, from where he was perched on Gandalf's shoulder, "we weren't expecting company"
"This is more than enough" Gandalf reassured, as he accepted a glass of wine.
Happy, the Old Took nodded before flying off to oversee the rest of the preparations, the moment he was gone, Gandalf was piled on by very excited Fauntlings.
"I always thought the Little Folk were merely stories to tell children" Balin said from where he sat at Gandalf's right, he had his own set of Hobbit children on him.
"As you can see, they are as real as you and me, Master Balin" said Gandalf before blowing out a butterfly shaped puff of smoke from his pipe, much to the delight of the children.
"How is it that no one has ever seen them before?" asked Thorin from the wizard's left.
"That's because Big Folk don't look!" comes a sudden muffled voice.
Thorin blinked before reaching into his furred coat and pulled out a giggling Fauntling, both Balin and Gandalf chuckled at the bewildered look on the Dwarf's face as he stared at the little Hobbit.
"How did you get in there?" Thorin asked bewildered.
The Hobbit giggled before flying off towards a group of other Hobbit children who had piled on Fili and Kili, dangling everywhere, there was even one swinging on Fili's braided mustache.
"I do believe that answers you question" Gandalf said before one of the Fauntlings hanging onto his beard gained his attention.
Thorin watched him for a moment before looking at Balin just in time to see his old friend wince when one of the children tugged hard on his beard. He looked away and over to Ori who was drawing a posing Hobbit lass in his journal while others looked on, one of the Hobbits sitting on his head tumbled and land on top of the open pages, startling the young Dwarf.
"Come back here!"
Bofur ran by them, chasing after an older group of children "Tweens" he heard Gandalf say to Balin, they have his hat, though the Dwarf doesn't seem that upset about it judging from his smile. Bifur was giving away toys he had made on the journey here, while Bombur watched in awe as food was rapidly eaten by little bodies. A little further away, Dwalin was showing off his axes to another group of Tweens, a bit further from him was Nori, who was obviously telling a story that judging from Dori's look it was one of his less than finer moments.
"Ah, Hamfast"
Thorin turned back to Gandalf to see a Hobbit land in Gandalf's open palm.
"Hello Gandalf, wonderful to see you again" Hamfast greeted with a smile.
"As you, my friend, tell me I haven't see Bilbo Baggins anywhere, do you know where he is?" asked Gandalf.
Hamfast's eyes narrow, "And what do you want with Mister Baggins?" voice laced with suspicion and protectiveness.
Gandalf laughed, not at all put off by the Hobbit, "It is a delicate matter" said the wizard.
Hamfast huffed and the look he gives Gandalf told him what he thought about that.
"Do you know where he is?" Gandalf then asked.
Hamfast grumbled under his breathe but answered, "Last I saw him, he was on top of Bag End hill"
"Thank you" the wizard says before turning to Thorin, "gather your Company; it's time to meet our burglar"
Hamfast raised a brow at that but says nothing and flies away (Gandalf knows better than to think that meant Hamfast wouldn't have his eye on them), once the Company had been gathered (much to they're reluctance) Gandalf led them to Bag End hill, up and up they go then they're at the top, the hill was not a filled of flowers as the field they came from. At first they didn't see anything, then Gandalf spots a single white glow perched on a flower, the wizard goes over and kneeled. The Company can hear him speaking softly before he stood back up and came back over to them.
"Thorin Oakenshield, may I introduce to you Bilbo Baggins, our burglar"