So here is chapter two and just wanted you to know that some parts are different then the movie. I wanted to give it my own personal touch. Hope you enjoy chapter two!
Chapter 2
It had been not that long since Jaille had met Gandalf. She was able to find out that a total of sixteen were going on the journey. Jaille now came upon Bag End. She was able to catch a glimpse of some dwarves from the window. She didn't know exactly what she was going to do and say once she stepped inside. Gandalf was the only one that knew Jaille was coming. She knocked on the door and waited for an answer.
"Bilbo would you please go answer the door." Gandalf ordered him. All of the Dwarves thought it was quite strange for someone to be visiting at this hour. Bilbo opened the door and Jaille said,
"Jaille at your service." She bowed so low that she almost lost her balance. "May I come in?" Her face turned red form embarrassment.
"Um yes, yes of course. I'm sorry but who are you? I thought there would be no more dwarves coming!" Bilbo exclaimed.
"Mr. Baggins I am no female dwarf. I am just a human." Jaille smiled and stepped inside. The Hobbit hole was nice and comfortable. You instantly felt at home.
"Jaille I am quite glad that you could make it." Gandalf spoke cautiously. He didn't know exactly what Thorin would think of her joining them.
"I am sorry that I am late. I ran into some trouble on the way here." Most of the dwarves had gotten up to get a better view of who had arrived.
"Ah Dwalin good to see you again old friend." Jaille smiled at Dwalin. He just nodded his head at her. "Balin it's been so long." Balin went t up to Jaille and gave her a hug. Jaille turned around and almost ran right into Thorin. There eyes met. Jaille was a little shorter then Thorin. Before Jaille even thought about what she was saying she said, "Ahhh Thorin it has been sometime. I'm really surprised that you're still alive." Some of the dwarves were laughing but, immediately stopped once Thorin turned around and gave them a cold stare. "Mr. Baggins may I please have something to eat and some ale?" Jaille asked.
Everyone got settled down again. Some dwarves got some more food, some got ale, and others were smoking their pipes. Jaille was now sitting where Thorin had been. They were all sitting in an awkward silence until Gandalf spoke.
"We were just discussing Jaille about the hidden entrance in the Mountain." Gandalf slid the map in front of her and she started to observe the map.
"There is a key but we do not know exactly where the door is." Fili said.
"These runes speak of the hidden entrance but I do not have the skill to read them. Fortunately there are others in Middle Earth that can." Gandalf said.
"So Mr. Baggins you are our burglar?" Jaille questioned him. She knew all to well that he would not agree to be their burglar.
"Yes I am, I'm sorry what!? NO! No, I am no burglar. I haven't stolen a thing in my life!" Though on the outside he did not want to go but, on the inside he longed to join the dwarves. Alas he was a Baggin of Bag End! Which means no adventures what so ever!
"I have to agree with Mr. Baggins he is hardly burglar material." Balin stated. Some of the Dwarves agreed with him.
"Ah the wild is no place for gentle folk, who can not fend or fight for themselves." Dwalin remarked.
"Hand him the contract. He can at least look over it before he decides to not join." Thorin grumbled. Balin handed him the contract and which he shoved upon Bilbo.
Bilbo took the contract and read over it. He was muttering words that no one could make out. "Funeral arrangements?! Incineration?! Oh yes I would love to come with on this quest!" Bilbo shouted. He had one of the strangest facial expressions upon his face. He looked, angry, scared, and somewhat excited all at the same time.
"Oh yes the dragon Smaug will melt the flesh right of your bones." Bofur exclaimed. He was smiling with a pipe in his mouth. Bilbo started to breath quite hard.
"You all right lady?" Balin was somewhat concerned for the hobbit.
"Just think furnace with wings!" Bofur stated.
"Is that supposed to help me?!" Bilbo roared in anger.
"Flash of light, searing pain and, poof! You're nothing but a pile of ash!" That did it. Bilbo couldn't take anymore. Everything started to blurry, and then everything went black as Bilbo hit the hard floor.
"Very helpful Bofur." Gandalf muttered.
"Bilbo." Jaille said. Bilbo could barely make out what she was saying. "Bilbo." Jaille said again. Jaille took her mug of ale and splashed it on Bilbo's face.
"Ahhh!" Bilbo shot straight up and bonked his head on Jaille's head. "What on earth was that for?!"
"Sorry Bilbo I was just trying to help." She was rubbing where Bilbo's head bonked her. Gandalf motioned for Jaille to leave so he could talk to Bilbo alone.
Jaille was now in the hallway talking to Thorin. They both could over hear Gandalf and Bilbo's conversation.
"What will you do if Gandalf can not convince Bilbo to come along?" Jaille asked Thorin.
"I'm sure you would make a good burglar." Thorin stated with a smirk.
"Ha ha very funny. Thorin I am no burglar. I came to help with directions and what not. I was not asked to be the burglar of the company."
"Well you used to be a burglar. Back in the day."
"You know very well why Thorin! I didn't want to but I had no other choice."
"There is always a choice Jaille." Jaille did not reply to Thorin. She was trying not to look at Thorin. Though it wasn't helping that he was looking at her.
"I see you still have that ring." Thorin said. Jaille looked down at the ring. It was quite beautiful. It was a small silver band with tiny diamonds all around it. The diamonds all looked alike except one. It was the shape of a royal crest. Anyone that laid their eyes upon it would know that a Dwarf made it.
"Why wouldn't I?"
"I just thought after all these years you would have gotten rid of it."
"And why Thorin Oakenshield would I have gotten rid of this exquisite ring?" She said with a smile.
"You know why Jaille Pearson." Jaille couldn't help but smile at him. It felt so good to be having a good conversation with him, not arguing.
"Thorin you made it for me, of course I'm going to keep it." They sat in silence for a little bit until Balin walked up to them. "I should probably go Thorin. Uhhh I was going to introduce myself to Kili and Fili." Jaille left and Thorin watched her go into another room. He wished ever so badly that they could still talk. He wanted to make things right.
"I'm sorry Gandalf but no. You got yourself the wrong hobbit." Balin and Thorin watched Bilbo as he left to go to his bedroom.
"It appears we have lost our burglar. Probably for the best. The odds were always against us. After all what are we? Merchants, miners, tinkers, toy-makers. Hardly the stuff of legend." Balin spoke miserably.
"There are a few warriors amongst us." Thorin replied with a small smile.
"Old warriors."
"I would take each and every one of these Dwarves over an army from the Iron Hills. For when I called upon them they answered. Loyalty. Honor. A willing heart… I can ask no more than that."
"You don't have to do this. You have a choice. You've done honorably by our people. You have built a new life for us in the Blue Mountains, a life of peace, and plenty. A life that is worth more than all the gold in Erebor."
Thorin held up the key of Erebor. "From my grandfather to my father, this has come to me. They dreamt of the day when the Dwarves of Erebor would reclaim their homeland. There is no choice Balin. Not for me."
"Then we are with you, laddie. We will see it done." Balin patted Thorin on the arm and then he left Thorin.
The Dwarves were now all sitting by the fireplace. Most of them were smoking their pipes. It was very quiet until they began to sing,
Far over the misty mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away ere break of day
To seek the pale enchanted gold
The dwarves of yore made mighty spells,
White hammers fell like ringing bells
In places deep, where dark things sleep,
In hallow halls beneath the fells
For ancient king and elvish lord
There many a gleaming golden board
They shaped and wrought, and light they caught
To hide in gems on hilt of sword
On silver necklaces they strung
The flowering stars, on crowns they hung
The dragon-fire in twisted wire
They meshed the light of moon and sun
Far over the misty mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away, ere break of day,
To claim our long-forgotten gold
Goblets they carved there for themselves
And harps of gold; where no man delves
There lay they long, and many a song
Was sung unheard by men and elves
The pines were roaring on the height,
The winds were moaning in the night.
The fire was red, it flaming spread;
The trees like torches blazed with light.
The bells were ringing in the dale
And men looked up with faces pale;
The dragon's ire more fierce then fire
Laid low their towers and houses frail.
The mountain smoked beneath the moon;
The dwarves, they heard the tramp of doom.
They fled their hall to dying fall
Beneath his feet, beneath the moon.
Far over the misty mountains grim
To dungeons deep and caverns dim
We must away, ere break of day,
To win our harps and gold from him!
The song was quite beautiful. You could expect nothing less coming from the Dwarves. Jaille was in awe. The song made her happy, yet she wanted to cry. Bilbo had no idea what to think. He was getting many mixed emotions about the Dwarves' song. It almost made him go up to Gandalf and tell him he will be the burglar, but he didn't. He just drifted off into an unpleasant sleep.
It was now morning, and Bilbo had no desire to get up, but he did anyways. Bilbo walked all around to see if any of the Dwarves were still here. "Hello." He hollered out. It seemed as if no one was there, but he wanted to know for sure.
He went and looked into a few rooms. Next he checked the entry way and there on the table laid the contract. At the end of it was the spot were Bilbo was supposed to sign. Bilbo picked it up and just stared at it. He couldn't help but think maybe he should sign it.
Bilbo had never packed so fast in his life. He had not a clue on what to pack. I mean he was going on a quest, you could need anything! He quickly signed the contract and ran out the door.
Bilbo was in a hurry to catch up to the others. It felt good to be going on an adventure. He accidently ran into some passing hobbits. Most of them gave him a discouraging gaze.
"Hey Mr. Bilbo where you off to?!" A middle-aged hobbit hollered at Bilbo.
"Can't stop now, I'm going to be late!" Bilbo replied.
"Late for what?!"
"I'm going on an adventure!" He exclaimed with a wide grin upon his face, and his fellow hobbits didn't see him for quite a long time.