Traveling with Idiots

by Aille

Mistress Iris Baggins, head of the Baggins Clan. A respectable Mistress, with a slight streak of danger. Finds herself with a house full of darrow, an idiot she's going to teach a lesson to and her father who never knew she existed. Well, they were going to find this Hobbit wasn't a pushover and that their pig headed idiot leader may just someday speak without his foot in mouth

2. His Side

Chapter 2

HHis View

He really shouldn't have fought with her after the mistake he made. He'd made her follow his ways in courting. Ways that had been so different than her own. Yet she'd agreed. She had smiled at what she call quaint ideas, but let them flow as the Maker demanded. How was she to know what the final step was? He hadn't shared it with her because he'd known he would give in. He only wanted to show her the respect that a Dam deserved.

How could he have been so stupid? Then to hide for weeks from her, without telling her the truth of his deeds. Delving deep into one of the mines, not coming out for weeks. Only to find his One gone. It was his own fault.

Oh, he found the letter she'd left him. Yet, he feared to read it. What more could it say other than goodbye. As the Dam, it was her choice to continue the relationship. She could walk at any time, and his heart would follow her forever, even when he couldn't be with her. He knew she'd comeback if he'd have told her what they'd done had meant. Yet, he just couldn't make himself go do it. Instead, he stayed quiet, never even telling his brother or cousin what a fool he'd been. He just wore the silly hat she had made him, with the never opened letter tucked in the fold inside.

For over 50 years he wallowed in his own stupidity, dividing his time between working the mines and making toys for other children, all the while wishing he could have had the chance to have his own with his Dam. When the call came out for those willing to assist the King in a quest, decided to take the chance to run away finally from his greatest failure. For it was very unlikely that he would ever return or even survive a dragon.

Of course he should have known his family wouldn't allow him to do this on his own. It would allow for his little brother to support his ever growing family-as a way that had never been possible. It would bring honour to their family if they seceded and he would never have to look at the place he lost himself.

He'd known his family had worried about him since she'd left. Even though he'd never told them the full extent of his failure, it was well known that he was never quite the same. Oh he still went to the pubs and had fun with his friends, but his spark never fully reignited. At one time he'd tried to move out of his brothers home when he found out that he and his wife were expecting their first pebble, but they asked; well, more like demanded; he stay. Stating they would need the help. It didn't take much to truly change his mind, as he didn't want to leave the bed where he'd once had her.

In the end, three members of the Ur clan left the mountains of Ered Lune to reclaim a mountain their family had never been to. For a king that they'd pledged allegiance to over 140 years before, for giving care to their cousin who'd been gravely injured at Azanulbizar. A king that inspired respect and wasn't afraid to get his hands dirty working alongside his people.

Bofur had only one really big problem with the whole thing. They were going to pick up the final member of their party in the Shire. He wasn't sure how he was going to be able to not search for her. To beg for her to take him back.