The first thing Little Liesel felt was the bitter cold. She made a soft groan that she didn't even have to escape her lips, and pulled her blanket tighter to her. Then, she realized how rocky it was underneath her. Why did her bed feel-?

The girl quickly remembered that she had signed herself up to rob a dragon blind, then along came Mr. Bilbo to attempt to take her place; but, Gandalf had only said to the claims of letting her leave: "Please trust me on this, Thorin."

She had thought it would take all of her strength to even open one eye, but it had been a cinch. She had opened both of her eyes at that moment, to see the fire from the night before, put out. She had then turned her head all around to see every dwarf, and the hobbit and wizard, packing up and getting ready to leave.

Bofur was the first to notice "Well, well, well, morning Ms. Liesel." He gave her a cheeky smile, causing a few of the dwarves to let out soft chuckles; she even swore she saw a smirk on Gandalf`s face for a quick second.

Liesel rolled her eyes at his optimism, and pulled herself up onto her knees. She bit her tongue to not let out a hiss of slight pain as her whole body ached from the ground, and rolled her blanket up neatly as she had done to the laundry when she was a fairly young hobbit.

The little girl stood up from her spot on the ground, and walked to where her petite pony had been tied to a nearby tree, all alone since the other ponies were set to leave. A smile had been pulled onto Liesel`s face as she saw the pony`s eyes slightly perked up to the tiny girl staring somewhat up at her; when Liesel hadn't felt like talking on the already long travel, she would pet the little horse for hours on end, and, without even thinking, sang softly into her companion`s ear.

"Hello big girl, how are you doing this morning?" She whispered playfully to the pony. As a response, the minuscule pony had snorted in her hair, causing Liesel to step a little away, but mostly to giggle.

She slightly turned her head over her shoulder when she felt a meek presence behind her. It was Ori, the second youngest (Though he has the face of the most youthful) dwarf. He held a small plate with a tiny cup of the soup she and Bombur had made last night, and some miscellaneous meats.

"I-I thought since y-you didn't wake up earlier, that you I would save you something for breakfast." The timid dwarf stammered at first, but at the end, finished with a tiny grin.

Liesel had instantly returned the adorable act with a small smile. She had remembered in the back of her mind that she was maybe a bit too harsh on him when he had fiddled with the jar of shiny rocks, but had decided to not apologize; she had come up with a small trick, that if the person seemed that they had forgotten something, it`s best not to remind them.

"Thank you so much-," Alright, maybe it was a time for her to apologize since she could not remember the dwarf`s name.

"Oh, oh! Ori, my name is Ori." He stifled a smile.

She smiled back once again "Thank you Ori."

"You are very welcome, Ms-."

"Liesel." She had, on accident, interrupted him "you can just call me Liesel."

The young dwarf smiled shyly, letting out a silent sigh of relief. He nodded and gave a quiet 'goodbye', and left her to help other dwarrows hop onto their ponies.

As the other dwarves were setting themselves onto the ponies, Liesel was stuffing herself full of the food she had been given, not even caring of her mother`s past lectures. Once she had soon finished, she opened her pack up, and shoved the slightly dirty plate face down in the bottom, then buttoned it closed.

She threw the sack over her shoulder and staggered to her own pony, and draped the bag over the pony`s back. As she was setting up, a familiar voice came from behind her.

"Good morning, Little Princess!"

She had almost jumped out of her skin when Kili`s shout entered her pointy ears. The jumpy hobbit whipped her entire being around to face him. She had opened her mouth to shout at the top of her lungs to him, but nothing came out. The dwarf founded this funny.

"Aww, does Little Liesel not know what to say?"

"Kili!" Thorin`s voice echoed through the rocks as Liesel realized she was falling behind, "stop fooling around, and get back up here!"

An arrogant smirk flashed on Kili`s lips, then shouted back up "Yes sir, sorry uncle!" He glanced back down at the hobbit with the same grin on his face, then winked, and left.

The frazzled girl let out a small growl to herself, then reached her left leg up to straddle the scrawny pony. Unfortunately, her little leg wasn't long enough, so when she had hopped just an inch in the air to get a better chance, her leg slid down the pony` saddle, and she landed on her backside.

Her poor pony had been frightened when Liesel`s leg had pushed against her, so she had begun to whine quite loudly.

In an instant, Liesel sprung to her feet and calmly nuzzled the pony and shushed her.

"I know, I know. I`m sorry girl, but we have to try again. Okay?" She asked her own pony.

The pony didn't respond in any way, but Liesel had raised her leg so high it began to hurt just a smidge; but, she had thankfully been able to reach!

Liesel could not be able to hide her excitement as she had sat on the pony all by herself. When she had settled herself onto the pony, she had instantly rushed her; mostly in her excitement, but a hint of remembering she would be most likely left behind. So, it had come of a great surprise when Bilbo was just a few meters behind the dwarves and wizard.

"Oh, there you are!" The hobbit said, then trying his best to usher his pony to move.

The girl pulled her lip to a smile and nodded, slowing her pony down to ride beside him. "Yes, you`re still stuck with me." She joked.

Before Bilbo could open his mouth to correct her, the two hobbits were interrupted by a certain pair of dwarves.

"Oi, Little Princess, how was your beauty rest?" Kili chuckled.

"Oh, come on little brother, leave the lady alone." Fili had slightly scolded his brother, but couldn't help a few snickers coming out of his mouth.

The brothers had laughed at Liesel`s facial expression as she thought of what to do next. She felt the blanket poke out of her pack and slid her fingers to feel the softness; she looked at her neighbor on her left. A cheeky smile spread across her lips, an idea.

"Mr. Bilbo," She gave him a moment for him to look at her. "thank you so much for giving me a blanket the other night." She transformed her mischievous grin to a sincere smile.

Bilbo, on the other hand, crumpled his eyebrows at her and couldn't help but hold his mouth slightly agape. "What on earth is she talking about?" He had thought to himself, praying he hadn't accidently spoken it (Something he was fairly guilty of doing from time to time.)

"I-I did not give you-." He stuttered to correct her, having absolutely no idea of her little plan to get back at the dwarves that poked fun at her for most of the days.

"-Thank you so much again." She finished, and with one last grin, she rode a few steps ahead of where she once was to get a better look of the faces of Fili and Kili. She could make out that Kili had slightly turned his head and smirked at her like a drunken fool.

As the company of 13 dwarves, 2 hobbits, and 1 wizard rode on for hours upon hours, taking small breaks in between for short meals, the sky had soon darkened in the afternoon, and began to rain heftily. More than the entire half of dwarves had pulled their steeds to a stop to quickly tie on their cloaks and pull their hoods up, but to both of the hobbits` dismay, they hadn't brought anything of the sort with them.

Poor Liesel had been wearing the same clothes for the past two days; the same dirty, wrinkled clothes. She had been used to wearing different dresses for times of day, and she had complained a few times of wanting to wear just one outfit for a whole day, but this was ridiculous!

"To think it will soon be May!" Bilbo grumbled right next to the child. He had had nothing but the red cloak he wore to even keep him slightly warm. "And I`m sure the rain has gotten into the dry clothes and into the food-bags." He thought. It was not the last time he would want to be home by the fire with the kettle just beginning to sing.

Liesel mainly stared down at her pony`s neck, but looked from the corner of her right eye to see her neighbor shivering and mumbling incoherent words. She had already offered him her green coat, which she was wearing over her mint colored shawl that were both soaking wet. But, he had rejected it, and said along the lines of "You will need it more than I will, my dear. We Baggins` have a high tolerance for cold weather."

For several more minutes, the company walked through mud and rain miserably, until one of the dwarves spoke up.

"Here, Mr. Gandalf. Can you do something about this deluge?" Dori had asked.

"It is raining, Master Dwarf, and it will continue to rain until the rain is done. If you wish to change the weather of the world, you should find yourself another wizard." Gandalf looked slightly behind him.

"Are there any?" Bilbo had cut in before Liesel could ask.

"What?"

"Other wizards?" Bilbo rephrased.

Gandalf slightly grinned at the hobbit`s curiosity. "There are five of us. The greatest of our order is Saruman, the White. Then there are the two Blue Wizards; you know, I've quite forgotten their names."

"And who is the fifth?"

"Well, that would be Radagast, the Brown."

"Is he a great Wizard or is he more like you?" Liesel couldn't help but ask, in perhaps not the best way.

Gandalf looked over his shoulder, his mouth slightly hanging open, and Bilbo squinting in disbelief at the young girl`s question.

"Oh, way to go, Liesel. Say something!" She shouted at herself in her mind.

Her smile dropped and froze for a few seconds of thinking desperately what to say. When her eyes landed on Bilbo`s odd expression, she thought no more.

"What? I told you good luck." She spoke. Yet, the hobbit`s face had not changed.

Her mind got the best of her again. "… You`re an idiot."

Gandalf had acted as if nothing had happened. "I think he's a very great wizard, in his own way. He's a gentle soul who prefers the company of animals to others. He keeps a watchful eye over the vast forest lands to the East, and a good thing too, for always Evil will look to find a foothold in this world."

Aside from the questions of needing anything, or the rare jokes, the company had ridden in bitter silence. Of course, Bilbo was wishing of being back home, most likely drinking a cup of tea and reading one of his favorite books by the fire.

Liesel had just been staring down at her pony`s neck, her mind obviously rushing, but not entirely aware of her surroundings; a few of the dwarves near her had to remind her to keep her head up to not run into any trees, she had come close a few times.

The little hobbit had tried to think of anything but home; she refused to let anyone know that she had some doubts of leaving. Why should she even be doubting, her own mother hit her! But, it wasn't exactly easy, almost since every light thing she would imagine would have at least one thing to do with the Shire. While in her mind, she had accidently spoken only one word.

"Myrtle?"

Bilbo turned his head to looks lightly down at her. "Yes?"

"You named your pony?" She finally asked.

"Of course I did, if I`m going to be with her the entire time, might as well." 'Myrtle' had tossed her head back and sniffed in disapproval as if she understood what he said.

"Oh, stuff it!" He said barely above a whisper to the pony.

She slightly giggled at the exchange, then looked straight ahead with a smile this time. "I think I should give mine a name."

"Is that so?" He said, also looking ahead, afraid of running into any low hanging branches.

"Yes. Maybe…" She drifted off into thought. "Opal. I like Opal." She grinned, remembering the past days of Opal and her playing. It was sad to see her leave for Bree, but they had promised to live next door to each other, one way or another.

"Hmm, Opal is a sweet name." He had tried to make conversation, but mostly went inside his head again.

Liesel had done the same, and for the rest of the rainfall, lived inside her head.

After some time, and after the rain had cleared up and the sun came in, The Company arrived at what looked like to be an old, abandoned farm house in nothing but shambles.

"We'll camp here for the night. Fili, Kili, look after the ponies. Make sure you stay with them." Thorin had started barking orders, and most had leaped off their ponies.

"A farmer and his family used to live here." Gandalf had spoken, while inspecting the tiny, broken house.

"Oin, Gloin." Thorin asked them.

"Aye?" Gloin asked, looking up at hime/

"Get a fire going."

"Right you are."

Gandalf had moved down from the slight hill and moved to the Dwarf King "I think it would be wiser to move on. We could make for the Hidden Valley."

Thorin shook his head "I have told you already, I will not go near that place."

"Why not? The elves could help us. We could get food, rest, advice."

"I do not need their advice."

"We have a map that we cannot read. Lord Elrond could help us." The tall wizard pointed out.

The brooding dwarf stared at him "Help? A dragon attacks Erebor, what help came from the Elves? Orcs plunder Moria, desecrate our sacred halls, the Elves looked on and did nothing. You ask me to seek out the very people who betrayed my grandfather and betrayed my father."

"You are neither of them. I did not give you that map and key for you to hold on to the past."

"I did not know that they were yours to keep." Thorin retorted.

The grey wizard stared at the dwarf for a few more seconds, as if to give him a second chance, but then stormed away from him.

"Everything alright? Gandalf, where are you going?" Bilbo asked right after he and Balin had helped Liesel off of Opal.

"To seek the company of the only one around here who's got any sense." Gandalf had turned over his shoulder to shout, slightly pushing a few of the dwarves out of the way.

"Who's that?" Bilbo asked, truly confused.

"Myself, Mr. Baggins! I've had enough of dwarves for one day." And with that, Gandalf the Grey was out of sight.

The female hobbit tilted her head to the side, having no idea what had just happened. Was he leaving for good or was he-?

"Come on Bombur, and you girl, we`re hungry." Thorin grumbled at the two.

The little girl looked up to Balin "Is he coming back?"

The aging dwarf prayed that she couldn't see his uncertainness; she did.

Ah, ugh! These short chapters! I know I can keep going, but I think it would be a good transition to the next scene- oh wait, chapter. Alright, I just wanted to:

A) Thank you so much for following and sticking with this story!

B) Tell me if I`m making Liesel 'too' witty.

And C) If YOU have any ideas for fluff filled scenes between Fili, Kili, Bilbo, Ori, etc.

Thank you lovely people so much! Happy early Valentine`s Day!