Gaaah! Thank ya'll for the reviews they made me so happy! Please review for this one and offer suggestions, the song used in this is "The Rocky Road to Dublin" and then the HObbit Lullaby was written by yours truly. Enjoy! Thanks to Burned Spy and IggyInin20218!

The company sat in merriment that night on Carrock, eating and drinking in the presence of the Eagle Lords. The Eagles themselves did not make themselves known, but the soft rustle of feathers and quiet screeches told they were constantly near. Bilbo smoked rings into the night air laughing at the silly songs and jokes the Dwarves were passing back and forth. Even Thorinda laughed with her family and her eyes shined with happiness at their excited antics. Bombur was cooking stew in a large pot resting over a roaring fire, stirring occasionally as he argued with his brother, Bofur.

"Kili, what's a song we haven't sung yet?" Fili drawled lazily, his fingers expertly cleaning his sword. Kili glanced over at his brother before scratching at his stubbled chin in concentrated thought.

"What about that one where it talks about the rocky road to the mountain?" he offered after a moment. Fili grinned before humming a short tune to grab the attention of the other dwarves.

In the merry month of May, From my home I started,
Left the girls of Tuam, Nearly broken hearted,
Saluted father dear, Kissed my darlin' mother,
Drank a pint of beer, My grief and tears to smother,
Then off to reap the corn, And leave where I was born,
I cut a stout blackthorn, To banish ghost and goblin,
In a brand new pair of brogues, I rattled o'er the bogs,
And frightened all the dogs,On the rocky road to the Mountain.

Bilbo nearly choked on his pipe, the song the Sons of Durin were singing was also a wong known to most hobbits, it was something his father would often sing to his mother.

One, two, three, four five,
Hunt the hare and turn her
Down the rocky road
And all the ways to the Mountain.
Whack-fol-lol-de-ra.

In Mullingar that night, I rested limbs so weary,
Started by daylight, Next mornin' light and airy,
Took a drop of the pure, To keep my heart from sinkin',
That's an Irishman's cure, Whene'er he's on for drinking.
To see the lasses smile, Laughing all the while,
At my curious style, 'Twould set your heart a-bubblin'.
They ax'd if I was hired, The wages I required,
Till I was almost tired, Of the rocky road to the Mountain.

In Dublin next arrived, I thought it such a pity,
To be so soon deprived, A view of that fine city.
Then I took a stroll, All among the quality,
My bundle it was stole, In a neat locality;
Something crossed my mind, Then I looked behind;
No bundle could I find, Upon my stick a wobblin'.
Enquirin' for the rogue, They said my Connacht brogue,
Wasn't much in vogue, On the rocky road to the Mountain.

From there I got away, My spirits never failin'
Landed on the quay As the ship was sailin';
Captain at me roared, Said that no room had he,
When I jumped aboard, A cabin found for Paddy,
Down among the pigs I played some funny rigs,
Danced some hearty jigs, The water round me bubblin',
When off Holyhead, I wished myself was dead,
Or better far instead, On the rocky road to the Mountain.

The boys of Liverpool, When we safely landed,
Called myself a fool; I could no longer stand it;
Blood began to boil, Temper I was losin',
Poor ould Erin's isle They began abusin',
"Hurrah my soul," sez I, My shillelagh I let fly;
Some Galway boys were by, Saw I was a hobble in,
Then with a loud hurray, They joined in the affray.
We quickly cleared the way, For the rocky road to the Mountain.

The Dwarves cheered loudly at the end, clapping each other on the backs and laughing.

"Stews on!" Bombur called, gently tapping the pot with his spoon which immediately caught the company's attention.

"Well it's about time, Bombur! We've only been starving over here!" Nori complained in a teasing manner.

"Aye, and can stay that way if ye don't want any of my supper!" Bombur rumbled, playfully smacking the older dwarf with his spoon.

"Ori, lad! Put yer parchment away and come eat, I'll not have you starve!" Balin ordered with a humph.

"Oh leave him be, he's probably writing to his sweet heart!" Kili teased, elbowing the the young scholar. Ori blushed scarlet at their words before gently putting his parchment and charcoal back in his bag.

"Hold on, I didn't know you had a lover, Ori. Who is this mysterious lass?" Bilbo prodded curiously, spooning vegetables and broth into his eager mouth. "Great soup, by the way Bombur." The cook nodded and puffed his stomach out proudly at the compliment.

"Her name's Farlin, she works as a barmaid at one of the taverns in the Blue Mountains." Oris answered, his eyes staring at something, or someone, far off that the rest could not see.

"She's more like the entertainment there, a maid for more than just the bar." Balin rumbled.

"I told you it isn't like that." Ori snapped, taking the group by surprise. He took a deep breath, "She's never done that to herself, it's not her fault she has that job, and for your information she happens to be a singer." He finished sternly, his grim expression something that did not belong on such a young face.

"I'm sorry laddie, I didn't mean to offend." Dwalin amended softly, casting his eyes ashamedly on the fire. Ori took a shaky breath before resting his hand on the warrior's shoulder, "I know." He offered a smile which Dwalin eagerly returned.

"Tell me, burglar, do you know any songs for us from the shire?" Thorinda spoke for the first time that evening, her eyes not as merry as they once had been.

"Yes, I've had a couple in mind; but I'm not exactly known for my singing skills." He said wryly, granting a few chuckles from around the fire. The queen waved her hand in a motion that meant continue.

"Please. Sing."

"Alright." The Hobbit said, slightly flustered.

"Into the sky, our paths are written.

Troubled hearts are easily smitten,

With those who broke them first.

Mine eyes are hungry for new sights,

Glancing stars in their lights,

But forever remained in thirst.

I'll lay ye down love, I'll treat you right.

Whisper my secrets into the night,

And you'll speak softly to me,

Until dawn will break and set us free."

Bilbo took a deep breath to steady his heart as it pounded in his chest.

"Yes, well we meant happy ones." Kili said before Fili smacked him upside the head whilst rolling his eyes.

"That was beautiful, Bilbo, truly." Thorinda said discreetly.

"My dear company, I'm afraid I will have to be away once more from this journey, However," Gandalf raised his hand before the dwarves could offer up any complaints or interruptions, "I will help you find another mode of transportation and will accompany you to Beorn's house."

"Wait, as in the Bear Man?" Fili exclaimed, standing in surprise.

"Yes." The wizard smiled.

"With the giant bees?" Kili asked.

"That would be correct." Gandalf's smile started to slip.

"Who lived near the Goblin cave?" Ori said quirking an eyebrow.

"Yes, is that all?" Gandalf scowled.

None of the dwarves said anything more for fear of angering the wizard.

"Good, now I believe we should all get some sleep for tomorrow's travel. Good Night." Mumbles of "good night" chorused the wizard and the company began to settle down for the night. Just as Bilbo was beginning to fall asleep, he was awoken be a gentle hand shaking his shoulder.

"Mmhhm. What?" He asked drowsily, his vision clearing to see Thorinda gazing down at him.

"Um, yes?" he asked confusedly, wondering what mistake he had made now.

"Bilbo, would you give this queen the honor of having your presence this night?"