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The air was unusually calm; she noted as she followed in step beside the Wizard. Her eyes scanned about as she took in the new surroundings and decided that this world -which she learned was called Middle-Earth was far more enchanting and magnificent than her own.
Gandalf had yet to inform her on what this so called "adventure" had in store for her and from what she had heard, this would be no easy quest. She had heard only a few bits and pieces from the Wizard.
"Gandalf," she silently inquired. "Why exactly are we going to this Shire?" She flickered her gaze to the silent man beside her.
The old but wise man chuckled at the young woman's curiosity. "There is someone there -a hobbit in fact- that I wish to speak to." He informed, his eyes twinkling at the mention of his hobbit friend.
"What is a hobbit?" She finally asked, wondering whether the man would finally grow tired of all her questions but he merely laughed.
"Hobbits are rather short in height and are usually very shy creatures, but are nevertheless capable of great courage and amazing feats under the proper circumstances. They are adept with slings and throwing stones. For the most part, they cannot grow beards, but a few of the race of Stoor can. Their feet are covered with curly hair (usually brown, as is the hair on their heads) with leathery soles, so most hobbits hardly ever wear shoes."
She frowned slightly but hummed in reply; her silence was rather amusing as utter awe was written across her face. A small smile appeared on the Wizard's face. "Welcome to the Shire."
Even though Gandalf had informed her of what a Hobbit was, she was still in awe as they passed these small creatures and found it odd and slightly uncomfortable at how obvious and open their stares were. "Don't fret, my dear. They are simply curious and intimidated by your presence. It is not everyday you see a young woman; dressed in all black with weaponry in her possession." He stated with an amused chuckle.
Nodding her head, she followed behind Gandalf, her eyes flickering about. "Are those houses?" She asked pointing at a small house that seemed to be dug within a hillside. It was rather interesting at how these small creatures lived but Gandalf did not give her an answer because it seemed they have finally reached their destination.
Her eyes were instantly drawn to the beautiful garden of this particular hobbit house and was it not for the hood covering her, anyone would have seen the full blown smile across her face.
Flickering her gaze to the hobbit, one of which seemed oblivious to their presence seemed content as he sat on the comfortable looking bench, happily smoking at his pipe, completely relaxed and it wasn't until Gandalf let out a small cough, that the hobbit finally took notice of them.
His eyes were instantly upon Gandalf before flickering to her, his eyes widening slightly as he took notice of her rather dark attire and weaponry. He coughed slightly and muttered a, "Good morning."
Gandalf merely replied with a, "What do you mean? Do you mean to wish me a good morning, or do you mean that it is a good morning whether I want it or not? Or, perhaps you mean to say that you feel good on this particular morning. Or are you simply stating that this is a morning to be good on?"
She could tell that he was slightly confused, but answered."All of them at once, I suppose."
Gandalf looks slightly disapprovingly at Bilbo; to which the hobbit is confused and bewildered.
Finally having enough, she almost chuckled as the hobbit questioned,"Can I help you?"
Gandalf nodded slightly, his eyes flickering to the figure standing silently beside him, her attention focused on the hobbit. "That remains to be seen. I'm looking for someone to share in an adventure."
At this, she couldn't help but notice at how offended the small man with big hairy feet seemed and wondered how on earth one's mood could change so quickly. "An adventure? No, I don't imagine anyone west of Bree would have much interest in adventures. Nasty, disturbing, uncomfortable things. Make you late for dinner." Getting up from his bench, he checked his mailbox, grabbing some mail and sorting through it, all the while glancing sidelong at the two figures. He looks quite uncomfortable because Gandalf is still standing there. Puffing his pipe in vexation, he begins heading back inside.
And she was amused, letting out a soft laugh as the hobbit yet again muttered, "Good morning."
Gandalf replied and the hobbit turned to look at them. "To think that I should have lived to be good morning'd by Belladonna Took's son, as if I were selling buttons at the door."
"Beg your pardon?"
Narrowing his gaze, the Wizard replied. "You've changed, and not entirely for the better, Bilbo Baggins."
So his name was Bilbo Baggins.
"I'm sorry, do I know you?" The dumbfounded hobbit questioned and Gandalf hummed slightly.
Stepping forward, she cursed herself silently. "Where are my manners? I am Lilía Erion and it is a pleasure to meet you, Mister Baggins." Flustering at the young woman's words, Gandalf smiled slightly.
Gesturing to himself,"Well, you know my name, although you don't remember I belong to it. I'm Gandalf! And Gandalf means … me."Gandalf waited patiently for the words to sink in.
"Gandalf...not Gandalf, the wandering Wizard, who made such excellent fireworks! Old Took used to have them on Midsummer's Eve. Ha! Hmm, I had no idea you were still in business."
"And where else should I be?"Gandalf questioned as Lilía noticed the slight offended look plastered across the Wizard's face. This hobbit had a kind heart, she noted.
Bilbo glanced at her for a moment and let out a small, "Ah, hmm..." before puffing confusedly on his pipe.
Gandalf nodded as he stood straight, his eyes boring into Bilbo's. "Well, I'm pleased to find your remember something about me, even if it's only my fireworks. Well that's decided. It will be very good for you, and most amusing for me. I shall inform the others."
Eyes widening, the Hobbit shook his head eagerly. "Inform the who? What? No. No. No! Wait. We do not want any adventures here, thank you. Not today, not-. I suggest you try over the Hill or across the Water. Good morning."And with that the hobbit, in frustration, retreats into Bag End, gesturing at Gandalf with his pipe with each word, a gesture that made Lilía chuckle.
"That went well," Lilía stated as Bilbo once inside his home, slammed the door shut. Turning her attention to the Wizard he merely grumbled under his breath. "What are you doing?" She questioned when Gandalf had entered the premises, before carving a symbol upon Bilbo's front door.
"I am taking precautions, my dear." Finishing his work, he turned around before hurrying away. Closing the gate behind him, he swiftly turned to face Lilía. "I need to ask you a favor."
Frowning she said nothing, "Anything." She answered with a nod and the Wizard smiled.
"I need you to stay here and keep our dear little hobbit some company, that is until I have arrived with the others. We wouldn't want him to have a panick when his guests arrive." Before she could even utter a reply, the Wizard had turned around before finally disappearing along the path.
Sighing slightly, she turned to face Bag End, her arms spread slightly her head tilted back. "What's the worst that can happen?"
Indeed.
What is the worst that could happen?
Author Note: I know this is short as well but I'm still trying to figure how to go about this. Please read and review. If your wondering what Lilía's attire looks like, she's wearing the Nightingales uniform.