Hello there :D I decided to write my own fan fiction about the Hobbit and I hope you'll like it. I am so sorry for every mistake I made writing it, but I hope some of you will still read this. So it's just a prologue - chapter zero (yeah, it's short).
Disclaimer: I don't own any character or event or place from the Hobbit.

Anyway I want to dedicate this to bronyshire. Katherine, thank you for making me laugh and blush, sweetheart!

I was sitting under one of many trees near the road. The path was stretching from Bree to Shire or from Shire to Bree – it depends on where you stand and in which way you look at.

With closed eyes I was muttering words from my favourite elven song, but when sound of horses and carriage got to my ears, I silenced. After few seconds I felt that somebody came to me, and stood in front of my face. My eyes opened, and I looked at him. It was very tall old man wearing grey robe and hat in the same colour. He had high black boots on his feet. Also he had wooden staff, but in my opinion, he wasn't looking like someone, who needed it, because he could walk normally without it. I raised my eyes and looked at his long, grey beard.

"Good morning" I said turning my sight just to look into his eyes. "Is there anything I can do for you, my dear sir?" I asked politely.

"I think there is something you can do, my lady" he replied. "I am looking for someone to share in an adventure."

"An adventure?" I got up, and raised my head. I was curious about it, but decided to play a little game with him. "I'm sorry, my dear sir, but I am afraid I don't know who you are..."

The men looked a little devastated, when I said I didn't recognize him. "I believe we know each other, Táraëil. We have met long ago and for the last time you saw me... four or five years ago. You must remember me" he muttered. Of course I remembered him, but it was cute when he was acting like that, so I pretended I have no idea who he was and why he knew my name. I smiled brightly and waved my hand, showing him to finish what he wanted to say. He nodded and explained everything to me (even if I understood everything). "We have met when you were young, Tára. Your father was travelling with you and let me join to your company". Smile took hold of his lips. He chuckled and winked at me, when he saw that I knew what he was talking about. He was right – we met thirty two years ago when I travelled with my brother, and four years ago it was last time I saw him... Where was that...? Oh, yes! I know! It was on Old Took's birthday in the Shire. "I am..."

"Mithrandir, I know. I was just teasing you!" I interrupted him and ran into his opened arms. "I missed you!"

He knelt and hugged me tight, laughing out loud. "I missed you too, sweetheart. Long time no see, right? How are you and your family?" he asked and I froze. He didn't know... We met few times since my mother passed away, but we never talked about it. I never talked about it.

I turned my head, looking around. We were on a glade full of yellow and red flowers. All over us rose high grass in beautiful shade of green. The sun was shining and there were no clouds in the sky.

After taking a deep breath I started speaking. "Father came back to his family after mother died," I lowered my head, so he wouldn't see my eyes blurring, but in the moment I smirked lightly. He was astonished, so I decided to explain everything to him. "It was long ago, only three years after we saw each other for the first time... It was twenty nine years ago. She died when she gave birth to my brother. All of that was very hard for Cirdan... I mean, my father... you know, he thought she would live forever, but she died month after her thirty first birthday. Father decided to go back to his family. He took us with him. I was learning there and I'm a pretty good healer, but you know that, my dear Gandalf" I winked at him. "After few years, I left them and started to travel like in good, old times. And then... we met couple of times. You know why I left my father. You knew what he is like, even if I didn't tell you why." Wizard listened without interrupting. When I finished I changed subject, "Tell me something more about that adventure!" I crossed my arms on chest waiting for his reply.

"So you are interested in this journey. I'm glad to hear that, sweetheart." He giggled and gave me a wink. "But, I'm sorry, Tára... I can't tell you anything yet. I want you to hear about it, when you'll come to our meeting."

I pursed my lips and froze "I'll come? Can't we go there together?" He shook his head and I raised my eyebrows. "Why, Gandalf?"

"I want you to come tomorrow to the Shire after dusk. Do you understand that? Search for a hobbit-hole with a mark on its door. But remember something, Táraëil! Don't tell anyone where you come from, until I won't do that. Don't mention about your home, even if somebody will mention it. If we will be near your home, don't tell anyone about it. Trust me."

I nodded with a shrug and gazed at him. He turned around, without any word and went to his carriage. When he sat on a pillow he smiled brightly and I waved my hand to him. Few minutes after he disappeared behind the hill, I chuckled and sat on grass.

Pulling my pipe with Old Toby from my bag, I laughed to myself and closed my eyes. He was the same as he had been when we met.