I was still trying to get used to how my body moved ,as my strides were much longer and heavier, when we reached the gate of Bag End. Bilbo Baggins was sitting on his porch- after having finished breakfast probably and was smoking a pipe that was stupidly large for hos head.
"Good Morning!" the hobbit cried cheerily. Oh boy, he was going to regret asking that one.
"What do you mean? Do you wish me a good morning, or mean that it is a good morning whether I want it or not; or that you feel good on this morning; or that it is a morning to be good on?"
I chuckled to myself. Poor Bilbo. He was obviously bewildered my the wizard, so I helped with a comeback.
"I believe, Gandalf, that he means to say that has is having a good morning, and that he wishes you one too." Bilbo threw me a thankful glance, and I merely nodded in return.
"Yes that is exactly what meant!... Wait you're not the Gandalf are you?! Not the wandering wizard who made such excellent fireworks!"
Gandalf sighed wearily, as if he was only remembered for that one reason often.
"Well, at least you remember me, even if it is just for my fireworks. May we come in? I have a pressing matter to discuss with you Mr Baggins."
The hobbit just nodded and opened the door into Bag End, and it was like stepping into a fairytale. The whole place smelt of wood and freshly baked bread, and all of the walls seemed to emit a feeling of home.
"Alayna, why don't you find yourself something to eat while I talk to Bilbo."
I just nodded and managed to find the pantry in the maze of corridors, and there I was able to find some chicken and bread. I returned to the doorway of the sitting room just in time to hear Bilbo exclaim:
"No, no adventures here thank you! I suggest you try over the water. I will offer your friend someplace to stay for the night, but I will be staying firmly in the shire." Bilbo folded his arms defiantly and Gandalf just sighed. As he stood up and walked towards the door he placed a hand on my shoulder and whispered:
"I have told him your story.I doubt he believes though. Try and change his mind about 'adventures' for me."
I smiled.
"I think he can do that on his own."
I heard the door open and shut behind me as a entered the room and sat my the fire with my feet up on the table.
"Now then Alayna... the wizard has informed me of your current predicament and you will be able to stay with me for the night. Also, he left a bag of equipment... and please get your feet of that table, it was my fathers!"
"My apologies," I finished my meal and picked up the bag of 'equipment' Gandalf had left for me. The hobbit turned rather pale at what my gifts were. On the top of the pack was a bow and quiver full or arrows. I had done archery at home, on Earth, so I gave the bow an experimental pull. It was the perfect strength for me, and it was more expertly crafted than any bow I had ever seen. It tips were made of metal and had the same designs on as my clothing. I but the bow down, reluctantly, and drew out two swords in their sheaths. They were just beautiful. I drew them out slightly to look at the pattern, wich was simplistic and plain, but definitely of dwarvish origin. The two swords were perfectly balanced and complimented each other perfectly. Delving further into my pack I found some bedfurs and some gold coins. I was absolutely terrified, but I knew that this adventure would be awesome.

I returned to Bag End a few hours later, refreshed from a meal at the Green Dragon consisting of steak and vegetables and more hobbit mead. I had also bought a small bag of supplies that I thought could be useful on the trip I was about to undertake. The local alchemist had also given me a few recipes.
Upon my return I found Bilbo perfectly content in his patchwork dressing gown while preparing dinner.
"Ah, Alayna, I wanted to speak with you. I understand that it must be hard for you... after all that has happened. I just wanted to let you know that if you ever need anyone to discuss things with any one, I'm always here." I smiled at his words. It was nice to have a friend.
"Thank you Bilbo. And please, call me Allie. Also, there is something I would like to talk to you about..." I just told him everything. About how crazy all my friends were, about all the problems I had that I no longer had to worry about, and about all the new problems I had to face.
He stood up and put a hand on my shoulder.
"I don't really have any advice on these matters, but you must still be in shock. I'll show you to your room." I gave him a pat on the back as he led me to one of the rooms in Bag End. It was a cosy room, with neutral colours and a roaring fire, but not a fibre of my being wanted to be alone. I set my swords and bow on a chest of drawers and my other equipment I just flung onto the bed. I walked back into the sitting room and stared at the fire, contemplating my fate. I didn't know how to fight, or how to survive on long journeys. How would I survive? At least me and Bilbo could learn then I thought about my friends and would happen to them? Would they look for me, mourn me. I felt guilty. I knew I couldn't go back, but I just wished I could explain to them what had happened, even though I didn't know that my self.
My thoughts were interupted by a loud knock at the door. The first guest had arrived.