Time passed slowly for the hobbit girl. She wanted this journey to be over with already. She hated having Thorin around and the constant watching from Kili was unnerving her to death.
However, she seemed to find comfort in a few of the other dwarves. She admitted her admiration of Bombur's voice while riding, and that caused a might blush to take over the red haired dwarves face. Bofur was kind and was constantly telling stories full of humor and joy. The more time she spent with the brothers, the more she felt at home.
The two heirs and Ori however, they had her at constant worry. After hearing about the Orc's the other night, she was always on the lookout for anything. Those three in the short period of time had snuck their ways into her heart and she was terrified of anything happening to them.
"Tell us about hobbits Miss Bilba." Ori asked from his pony.
"Why do you want to know of hobbits? We are quiet boring people in comparison to others."
"That may be" Fili grinned, "But that does not mean we are not curious."
"Well," she sighed, "I guess it wouldn't be so bad. Hobbits are quiet, homely people who basically stay home, eat, garden, and sleep. We are rather lazy but quick and silent on our toes. Being one of the smallest beings in middle earth, we tend to get easily over looked.
Our people of the Shire were originally divided between two general families, The Baggins and The Tooks. Over the centuries, other hobbit families joined the Shire and created families like the Sackville-Baggins and so forth. Anyways, our people haven't always been so dull. There were once many warriors who took refuge in the Shire. That's why we still have a forge. After some time, our warriors were dying out faster than the rest. When we were needed, we went to those who called upon us, but that tended to be the elves of Rivendale. We always came to assist."
Her face fell into pure sadness as she stared off into space. What she didn't know, was that several of the other dwarves were listening in as well. It was eerie and set them at unease.
"One winter was terrible. Many of our warriors fell ill and died. My mother and father worked amongst the ill day to day. By the end, it whipped out almost half of our people…including my father. He was thrown on a pile among other corpses and was burned. No smell is more horrendous than that of burning flesh. At one point, the sickness was so terrible; many who showed symptoms were killed instead of waiting to be sure. Several of my friends lost both parents, siblings of young and older, our crops were scarce and many though we would all die. We wouldn't have survived that spring had the elves of Rivendale not arrived. They tried with those who were ill, but all who were infected by the sickness brought on by the winter died. The only warrior based family to survive was the Tooks. It was thought at one point that they had elven magic protecting them, for not a single hobbit of Took blood died.
Our people eventually prospered once again. Unfortunately, the warriors of those days have long since perished, so we are basically defenseless to war. Luckily, it seems to stay at bay for the most part. That being the case, our people have become known at fat and quiet lazy, so the treaty with the elves of Rivendale has become basically inexistent. All times of out of the ordinary are looked down upon, and gods forbid you are late to anything! Quiet the noisy, gossiping bunch they are."
None of the dwarves really knew what to say to that. Many of them and their children were haunted with the scent of burning flesh. None of them expected that she had been as well. Thorin hadn't realized that perhaps she had watched as her loved ones died around her when she could do nothing too. Maybe she knew a few things of pain after all.
"What was your mother like?" Kili asked out of the blue.
"She was a good woman. She was the great granddaughter of the first Tooks. Her blood was full of pure adventure and surprise." Bilba smiled, "Her and my father had to have been complete opposites. When they were married, his family assumed that he would calm her down over time. How wrong they were! She continued her adventures and almost always brought him along with her. When she was pregnant with me, she had no choice but to stay at home. To keep her sane, my father would sing to her about anything and buy her book after book of the world around her. I remember after I was born, they would sing together doing the little things around the house and always ended up dancing in the parlor. At night, they would come to my room and read my stories from the books he had bought her. "
"They were in love right?" Ori said.
"More than any two I had ever seen. My father would come home from work every day and have with him another book and a bouquet of blue and purple daises. They were her favorite that was grown at his greenery. They were so peculiar that it made you want all of them and to never let another see their beauty, he always said they reminded him of her. I always wanted a love like that when I grew older."
"And did you?" Bofur asked.
"Did I what?"
"Did you ever find someone like that?" Fili questioned with excitement.
She sighed heavily.
"I thought I did, once long ago. He had been so wonderful to me, so perfect…." Silent tears were slipping down her face.
Kili was about to ask her what had happened, but Bofur grabbed his arm. He gave the heir a sullen look, telling him to assume the worst. Fili looked to the silent she hobbit and squeezed her hand. He had been the oldest when his father died, so he was there for his mother every time she cried. He knew a grieving woman when he saw one, and she most definitely was.
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This is basically a filler chapter, mainly because I cant figure out how to write in the trolls and I feel bad for leaving you guys with an authors note. Will update soon, love you guys and thanks for putting up with me!
