Author's note:

I own only Mirabella Took :)

Mirabella could only smile tightly as she watched her sister cook her last meal at her residence. No longer would she have to put up with her sister and her foolish antics, but she didn't want to seem overly excited as she pursed her lips together.

"Now, I have done everything to persuade you to come home and if you want to be as stubborn as a dwarf then I'll let you be, but father may not." Lilac huffed, "I gave it my all, Mirabella, and who knew you'd turn out to throw away your lineage and just accept anyone not of Took blood as family. I thought I raised you better."

Mirabella felt guilt creeping up from her stomach to her throat, or was it excitement?

No, Mirabella thought, it was defiantly guilt.

There was no use in trying to fool herself and she could hardly try and be a coward in the face of the woman who raised her from her teen years and onwards. It was disgraceful, even a step lower than any greedy, power-hungry man in Mirabella's mind but she hadn't the courage to tell her sister her thoughts on the Took family. She had been given the short end of courage – instead she preferred to run and hide than try and confront the issue with her family as she swallowed the guilt.

"Lilac, I have no need of Father and the Took ways." Mirabella spoke softly, "I'm perfectly capable to decide how I wish to live my life."

"Good bye, then." Lilac spoke curtly before grasping her bags and Mirabella's parting gift.

"Good bye."

Lilac rolled out the door and beyond the gate, leaving Mirabella to watch her sister in disgust, not at Lilac for if Lilac turned back she might have thought Mirabella had been disgusted at her. But Mirabella was completely disgusted with herself, at her cowardice towards her sister.

"Completely foolish." Grumbled Mirabella as she slammed her door shut.

...

Mirabella awoke the next morning from a sound that echoed from her pantry. She had fallen from her bed onto the floor in a mess of covers at the sound of breaking glass and splatting fruits. Mirabella could hardly understand the ruckus since Lilac had left yesterday and no one was visiting any time soon.

Mirabella rushed from her room and opened the pantry door, a slim figure darted so quickly out of the door, and the hobbit couldn't identify the creature that was making such a mess. But she saw what it had done to her pantry. The basket of goods her sister had brought her had been ripped in some places with some of the herbs and fruits surrounding the broken basket. Jar had been pushed from shelves along with meat pulled from their places and eaten in random spots. Her favorite sausages had been eaten with not one left for herself!

Mirabella could hardly comprehend before turning and searching for the creature that had made this mess of her food. A dainty tail there and a slim shadow were all see seen dart under her counter, Mirabella rushed after it, grasping at the tail. She gave a hard yank before the creature yowled and darted towards her.

White scales and a tail dipped in light blue flashed passed her, making a bee-line back into the pantry. Mirabella huffed before rushing towards it once more before halting and looking at her hands.

"S-Scales?! That's not Miss Gamford's cat!" Mirabella shivered before pressing her back against the wall next to the Pantry before she moved her nose over the doorway, looking into the dark Pantry. A blue tail fluttered near the basket before Mirabella saw a snout nose poke over the basket's edge, sniffing in fright no doubt.

Suddenly, a head followed and two light purple orbs looked at Mirabella with what could only be described as innocence. Mirabella watched the creature stare at her before it slunk out of the basket and wondered towards the door slowly. The Hobbit woman could only watch in awe as the lizard like creature sniffed at her night dress like a small pup.

"H-Hello there." Mirabella could only whisper in a honey-sweet voice. "You're a bit lost there, aren't you fella?"

The creature glanced up at Mirabella's face before fluttering small wings with not nearly enough mass to lift the creature so she took it as a good feeling – like a dog would wag its tail. She reached for the creature only for it too shy away and sniffs at her hands. It was a pretty large lizard, too large to be any mere lizard.

"You know, I've only read about your kind." Mirabella said softly, "You're a dragon."

The creature merely rushed through the small hallway, squeaking in curiosity before stopping near the front door.

"Oh, no!" Mirabella spoke, "You shall not go outside, I will be forever ridiculed, A Dragon? In the Shire? My name would be spoken through every gossip's lips! Only stay inside." Mirabella nodded to herself before closing the pantry door.

"You did a number on my pantry too, all my sausages! Gone! That's only half of it; I wonder how on earth you even stayed in there! When were you hatched! It had to be sometime last night." Mirabella mumbled to herself, walking back and forth with a palm cradling her chin as she thought aloud. She eventually stopped to look at the scaly creature before she sighed. "But you are cute, aren't you?"

The creature was slim and about the size of a cat with a tail that had a few spikes at the end, like a morning star, a weapon that resembled a Mace. But those eyes and the blue tinted snout made Mirabella believe the creature to be all too adorable to throw out. Its sparkling eyes were persuading Mirabella, screaming at her to keep it, it was a baby after all; no mother or other dragons to care for it.

Oh, but the gossips! Mirabella wanted a name as the only Took to not bring shame on the Took family; a Dragon was too much of an adventure! Unless, she hide the hatchling well enough, it wasn't like people came knocking down her doors because of a friendly invitations often. She was alone and Bilbo never came to her house.

Could she really hide a Dragon from so many eyes and ears? Mirabella thought to herself.

"I suppose you could stay, you're so small you'd be fine to handle, won't you?" Mirabella asked the creature as it slunk away between her legs and back into the Pantry. "Oh no, first things first! The Pantry is not a little Dragon's bedroom!"

...

The rest of the day was spent cleaning after the Dragon's mess in the pantry and setting up a small area in her bedroom with what could be called a bed – or a basket with stuffing. But Mirabella prided herself in the little dragon's new sleeping arrangements that she carried the creature to her room and placed the dragon in her creation.

"There you go, isn't that so much better?" Mirabella sniffed in cockiness. However, the dragon gave a mewling sound before wondering out of the basket and jumping on to the Hobbit bed. "That's mine though!"

Mirabella tasseled with the dragon, trying to force the dragon to stay in the basket before she gave up and let the beast sleep with her, after all, it couldn't be that bad.