Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own any characters or places in Lord of the Rings.

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Setting himself down in his study with a nice cup of hot tea, Bilbo Baggins proceeded to start his book.

"22nd day of September in the year 1400 by Shire-reckoning. Bag End, Bagshot Row, Hobbiton, Westfarthing, The Shire, Middle-earth. The Third Age of this World." muttered Bilbo as he began writing. "There and Back Again: A Hobbit's Tale, by: Bilbo Baggins." Turning to a fresh new page, the old hobbit sat down his pen and started to smoke.

"Now…where to begin? Ah, yes…"

Bending over the massive blank book in front of him, Bilbo wrote the title of the first chapter. Concerning Hobbits.

Leaning back against his chair again, Bilbo reached for his cup of tea. Unfortunately, there was a suddenly knock on the door which, startling Bilbo, made him jerk and spill the hot tea onto his lap and fresh blank book.

Jumping up from his chair, Bilbo started to frantically search for napkins or handkerchiefs that wasn't too dirty. Good luck seemed to have abandoned poor Bilbo for the day, since Bilbo forgot to let go of his tea when jumping up, he spilled even more liquid onto the book, and surrounding areas.

Cursing even more loudly, Bilbo started to run from room to room and finally had to use his shirt sleeve to soak the liquid. However, by the time he came to that decision, the book had already absorbed the spots where the tea had land and was starting to wrinkle. Now in a bad mood, Bilbo stomped towards his desk intent on ripping out the ruined pages. But, he forgot to look where he was going and tripped on a random book lying in the middle of the floor, banging his head against the table.

Deciding that he had as much ill luck as one could possibly have in a single day, Bilbo carefully pick his way to his chair… only to bang his shin when attempting to sit in it. By that time, whatever visitor that had first inadvertently caused Bilbo so much misfortune had left, thinking that a wild pig must have somehow gotten into Bag End with all the noise he had heard.

Grumbling, Bilbo decided he would get another cup of hot tea, his pipe, and his Ring and just stare off into space. Unfortunately for Bilbo, his bad luck streak had just started.

Bending down, to stoke the fire in the fireplace, Bilbo bumped his head yet again when straightening up, automatically unclenching the hand that held his prized pipe. By the time Bilbo got the stars out of his eyes, his pipe had been transformed into a small pile of ashes, still heated in the middle of the dancing fire. At this point, Bilbo was afraid of doing anything or going anywhere to attract more bad luck, after all it was his 111th birthday that day. Sitting down on a comfortable squashy chair, Bilbo took a small sip from his tea and stared into space, only to be rudely interrupted by another round of loud knocking.

Still ill tempered from the morning's losses and bumps, Bilbo decided he did not want any visitors for any reason.

"No, thank you! We don't want any more visitors, well-wishers, or distant relations!" yelled Bilbo, hoping that the message and the tone of his voice would give whoever it was a clue to stay away.

"And what about very old friends?" came a very familiar voice from outside.

His mood instantly brightening, Bilbo forgot all about his bad luck and leapt to answer the door.

After exchanging greetings, Gandalf the Grey was invited into Bag End. While Bilbo hurriedly made some more tea for his unexpected guest, Gandalf seemed to have caught Bilbo's previous bad luck.

After looking around the house, Gandalf backed into the chandelier, forcing him to take the time to straighten that out. Turning around, the wizard failed to notice a lower roof that lead to the kitchen. Bumping his head and releasing a low moan, Bilbo couldn't help smile. It seemed his bad luck had stopped. Hearing his old friend approaching the kitchen, the hobbit quickly wiped the smile off his face and proceeded to serve Gandalf tea.

Bilbo experience the full force of his bad luck returning at his birthday party that night when he heard a loud boom and a two young mischievous hobbits named Merry and Pippin being chased by a mob….

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AN: Thanks for all your reviews and just reading last chapter in general.

THANKS GO TO FRODOSCHICK FOR SUGGESTING THIS IDEA FOR THIS CHAPTER.