IM SO SORRY! THE CHAPTER GOT ALL SCREWED UP WHEN I POSTED IT! THANK YOU SO MUCH sarah0406 FOR CATCHING THAT FOR ME! OKAY, LETS TRY THIS AGAIN!

Hey guys! Happy St. Patrick's Day! I feel like I'm cat fishing you guys a bit. I know the title sounds really exciting and all,…but when I think about it…..it has basically nothing to do with the story. I had just watched the Doctor Who episode The Angels Take Manhattan and I kinda nerded out from there. Sorry….. Also there was most likely a LOT of spelling mistakes in chapter one…Yeah my computers a jackass and doesn't have spellcheck so I thought I had FINALLY wrote something with all complete spelling. WRONG-O! Anyways so if you please excuse that little (beep) up then the rest of these should be better…I hope 0.0 Anyway so here's Chapter Two, enjoy and thank you thank you thank you for reading!

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Fallendarkness666

The journey to the Shire had gone rather smoothly. To tell the truth, that terrified Thorin to no end. It had to have been the calm before the storm. There were no Orc attacks, no goblins, not even any annoying elves or humans! It was unnerving.

Although the others were thrilled about the dullness of the journey. It was all joyess tunes and laughter and bickering. Different kinds of bets had been started and most of them were in on all of them. There were bets on how the pantry was, how the other hobbits would react to them, and all that. But then there were the ones that they didn't tell their leader about. Was Bilbo married? Would Bilbo and Thorin get back together? How long would it take? Everyone was nervous, and it only grew as the closer they came.

Now they were nearly half way through the woodland area bordering the Shire. After taking a wrong turn in the path, they became hopelessly lost. They bickered amongst themselves for a while and decided, as the sun was beginning to set, that they may as well set up camp. They walked until they found a rather small but good enough clearing to set up. Thorin was about to call out orders when he heard a faint moan in a direction not far off.

The camp fell silent as they all looked in the general direction. Another slightly louder sound came soon after.

"Dwalin, Fili, Balin come with me. The rest of you set up camp but be ready for our call in case we need you." Thorin said lowly, making sure they heard but anyone else wouldn't.

They all nodded silently. The four headed off south of their camp, not far, before hearing a finale loud moan before complete silence. They stopped and glanced at one another with serious confusion. They continued on only a few steps before spotting a horse. There was a rather large amount of gear on said horse, ranger gear. Out of the shadow of a tall tree came the undoubtable owner. He was tall, even for a human, and wore the rangers' uniform even though it was rather rumpled. His hair was brown hair was long and messy and his blue/grey eyes seemed hazy. He looked young, possibly a teenager or around there. He was looking at something and smiling. The dwarves hid behind a tree and listened.

"Not trying to skip out are we Strider?" a slightly higher pitched voice asked.

"Always straight to the payment little one?" the ranger, Strider, sighed with a smile.

"Always have to remind you?"

This caused a chuckle out of the man before he pulled a small pouch out of his coat. He tossed it toward the tree and they heard it land in a pair of hands, jingling on impact. Strider then pulled himself up onto his horse and steadied himself.

"You sure you don't want a ride back?" he asked.

"I can't particularly sit for a long while now can I?" the voice replied.

Now they understood what they had walked in on. All four of them wore awkward blushes and found it impossible to meet one another's eyes. They heard his chuckle again before the heavy hooves of the horse pounded away, heading farther south. It was silent for a moment before they heard:

"Alright. Whoever's hiding, you can come out now."

They didn't move. In fact, all of them were ready to book it back to the camp and never speak of this event again.

"I know you're there so you may as well show yourselves." The voice called again.

Thorin stepped out from behind the tree and was met with the small figure of a hobbit. Except this hobbit was smaller than Bilbo had been when he last saw him. This one seemed young, at least not Bilbo's age. You would have thought he was a child if it weren't for the lifeless look in his striking blue eyes.

The hobbit looked surprised for a moment. It was almost like he was a mixture of surprised and scared and excited all at once. All too soon this look of excitement died and the lifelessness returned. He forced a smirk and leaned up against the tree.

"Never seen dwarves in these parts." he remarked, "I didn't think my business was doing that well."

"We aren't in these parts for that of the services of a whore." Fili said, popping out from his own hiding spot.

The hobbit looked at Fili for a moment. Then he looked back to Thorin. This time, Thorin noticed a tint of sorrow in his eyes. The smirk on his face turned to more of a friendly smile.

"Family outing then?" he said, " The furiousity in your son speaks volumes of his character. Of course you're not here for business."

"He's not my father." the blonde dwarf growled, already not liking this hobbit.

"Uncle then? Obviously he was part of your upbringing."

"Listen here Halfling-!" Fili hissed before Balin decided to pop out and stop him.

"My apologies Master Hobbit for our interruption of your work." he said, like a true diplomat.

"No worries mister. Though, may I ask what you all are doing in these woods?"

"No you can't." Fili growled, thus receiving a glare and smack to the head from Balin.

"Yes. We seemed to have lost our way to the Shire."

"The Shire?" the boy asked, straightening his spine a bit, "What do dwarves want in the Shire?"

"None ye business boy." Dwalin now growled.

The hobbit looked at Dwalin for a moment with fear heavy in his eyes. It was replaced soon after with hatred, before resting on fake amusement. He smirked evilly at him.

"Well aren't you attractive..."

"Ye wasting' your time boy. I ain't goin' after no boy sl-"

"We are visiting a friend!" Balin stated, trying to keep the conversation civilized.

"Visiting aye? You must be friends of Bilbo Baggins."

"You know Bi- Master Baggins?" Thorin asked.

"I do in fact. Good man he is. His home is but a day or twos walk from here."

"Thank you Master Hobbit."

The four turned back toward camp. This old little hobbit didn't sit too well with them. In fact, a couple of them were thankful to be leaving his company. But before they could get to far away, they heard the hobbit call out.

"Wait!" he shouted, jogging to catch up with them, "I'm headed that way anyways. I could show you the way if you take me along."

"No thanks." Fili snarled.

"Fili," Thorin hissed, "Thank you for your offer but we have been to his home before and will be quiet alright on our own."

"From what I've heard you dwarves weren't too good getting there the first time. I, in fact, believe I recall seeing you Mister Dwarf wonder past by my home twice one evening in search of a place."

It was silent for a moment. They weren't sure what to say. Maybe this would blow up in their faces. Or maybe this would end well enough.

"Alright Master hobbit. You may come along." the boy beamed, "But no funny business with any of my men. Understood?"

"Understood..." he glanced at Dwalin, "...Maybe..."

"May we ask your name then boy?" Balin asked.

"...You may call me Frodo."

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