AN/ About this chapter, well, there are lot of expectations and I'm sure this isn't my best work. I also have to remind that this is AU partly because I'm bit unfamiliar about Tolkien's elves' history, and I have always though about hobbits' history and wanted them to be something more. 'Cause this story. Sorry I haven't updated in long time and I hope you still read this. I was bit shocked to realize that there is over 70 follower so I really have to kick myself to write. And I'm still bit unsure where this is going so the plot is open.

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"It isn't a long story, or it isn't a sad story or anything epic. It's more of knowledge how we were born. Tata was our father, they said, who refused to take the crown and become the first king of Noldor. He led away part of his elves who still wanted to seek out the truth from the stars. To seek the knowledge and see the worlds others than ours. They seek out the magic of Argheits, what in westron means Magic of Night. Or close enough. So they travelled, through the stars, leaving and seeking something. Seeking something what would ease their hearts. And they travelled and travelled through the space and time and chanced bit by bit by each world they visited, and some of them, we think, are still traveling, but some of them, found out that they wanted to come back to see what has come from Middle-Earth. They came back, not as elf but adrans, new race, not blessed by Valar, not anymore.

So their access to the Arda was denied from them.

Here they were just shadows, unable to touch or clearly see. They couldn't do anything, no meddle with anything, but they missed their home so much, so much that they were willing to pay the price.

It was Yavanna who heard their cry and finally offered the conclusion. She gave them a plant, simple green thing without name and said that they could rebirth again. To the plant to live they have to give their life to it and when the winter would come, there would be seeds to grow next spring and maybe, only maybe, they would live again.

Part of them accepted it. They gave their lives to the plant and when the winter came, there was more seeds than there had been adrans. That was what Yavanna hadn't seen or noticed. The power of adrans were more than she had though, maybe more than his owns and when the seeds grow there was a beautiful flowers all over the field opening only night time, until the midsummer.

Whole course of the moon, one month, those flowers kept their secrets, not opening and Yavanna walked among them not knowing what to do, praying that she had done right thing.

And when the flowers bloomed again, not night but day time, there were children, children of adrans. The very first hobbits. Most of them couldn't remember, but some of them did. They remembered the world beyond Arda, the stars and the Magic of Night, and those came later to know as Took and that day when they were reborn they swore to pray only Yavanna and keep their magic in secret and she allowed them to keep their magic.

In time, when hobbits travelled around the Middle-Earth, they forget lot of things, the blood of Took came lesser and lesser and only time to time there had been someone powerful enough to practice Argheits. That was the price, to be less and less until the blood of adrans would be gone forever. Only white council have ever knew about this, and some elves who met us when Tooks were still strong."

Drogo looked at Thranduil who nodded, remembering. He had been child then and no one had know what were these powerful little creatures. One of them had saved his life by using his magic.

Then Drogo looked at Gandalf, frowning.

"I do not know why you demand that these others know about us. We have kept our promises, no man or dwarf have ever before knew our history."

Gandalf smiled, watching how the red veil of the moon was passing away.

"Someday you know, maybe soon, maybe even in your lifetime. And Bilbo, half Took, half Baggins, had found his Soul from Thorin Oakenshield. He will be glad to know that Tooks lives a long life, almost as long as dwarves. It will ease his mind somewhat."

"Will he… will he heal? Does he?" Thorin whispered and Gandalf shrugged. "Who knows, but there is always hope. And Baggins, well, lets say that they never give up easily."

"And what is the story of Baggins?" The young human man asked and Drogo grinned.

"Well, that story goes around the time when hobbits were granted official permission to remain in the Shire by King Argeleb after we have to escape from Vales of Anduin. Baggins are known to be good archers and one of our ancestors lead some bowmen at the battle of Fornost. The stories from those days, well, the Baggins gained the tittle of gentlehobbit after that."

"Gentlehobbit?"

"Oh, we do not have kings, but we have Thain though it's more symbolic role. But they are nowadays Tooks so, well, let's say that the Thain will say the last word. So we don't have officially a royal blood among us, but gentlehobbits. Tooks and Baggins, but in particular the Brandybucks. Family is everything to us. And the story about our Home being our Heart or Soul, is part of the curse of adrans but it also dates back to our Wandering Days. We came from stars but grow up from the earth, so the green hills of Shire, its forest but also its rivers had come in short time part of us."

Drogo rubbed his forehead. "Every day is painful. I've already found my Heart but I still haven't done my promising, so I was able to leave without her. But I cannot be away too long or I will die eventually or I become like Bilbo."

"I'm sorry, master hobbit." Thorin said, bowing his head but Drogo smiled.

"Don't be. It's hard to say where our life leads. And if Bilbo had never left with you, would he had realized that he had met his Soul. Now, I want to go sleep. This day, and this night had been long."