Hiya! For this chapter we go a bit in to the past of one of the characters. I chose Ori for many reasons, mainly because he went to Frodo first, I'm pretty sure his situation of being a lone was closest to Frodos (minus Bilbo), and because he's just the cutest damn thing in the world. Now, I just want to do a brief plug for another story. If you ever feel like seeing a different side of Ori, check the story An Unexpected Hobbit by elveriamoir. Its brilliant and I believe the best hobbit fanfic out there, sorry other guys D: Okay thank you for that! Also, in this chapter there will be a description of how I decided Frodos parents died. Very sad. And before I forget, the term Faunling means child hobbits. It was used by somebody before that I decided I liked, so that's owned by them. Enjoy and remember to review!

Forever yours,

Fallendarkness666

When Ori woke the next morning, the sun was beaming through the canopy onto their camp. He sat up and looked around for a moment. The others had already risen, semi risen considering the tired looking on the boys, and were having rose and wondered over taking a seat next to Dwalin and grabbing himself a plate.

"Morning dear." he said, cheerily as one could be after just waking.

"Well don't ye look lovely with yer eye crusties and all."

"Thank you. I try so hard to impress."

This caused a chuckle and a quick good morning kiss from his husband. Of course it was then followed by a couple of "Awwwww"s from the princes and the ever evident "He's still our baby brother ya arse!" for Dori and Nori.

Ori loved this little life he lived now. It was peaceful, his brothers had a home, he had Dwalin at his side, nothing could be better. Before they had gone off on the journey, Ori had felt so alone. Back then and while he was growing up, things had been awful. His parents had died not long after he was born, leaving him to be raised by his brothers. It's not like they didn't try their best, really they did, but it was hard for them and he knew it. They were always fighting, mainly because of Nori's sticky fingers, but sometimes it was the different things involving him. Sure, he had Balin, who at the time was teaching him along with the boys and seemed to always know when his brothers were fighting, and he had Fili and Kili, but he felt like none of them understood. Then there was Dwalin. For a long time, he hated him.

The first time he'd seen the hulking dwarf, Dwalin had come to tell something to Balin. It made the older dwarf sad, whatever it was, and Balin just held him, Kili, and Fili for a bit. They never found out what it was about, but from that day on Ori saw Dwalin as the bringer of bad news. Then he started bringing Nori home in handcuffs which started fights at home. The worst though, was the few times Dwalin didn't bring him at all. He'd just come to the door and inform them that Nori was being held over night, sometimes even for a few days, and Dori would be a wreak. Not once did Dwalin look remotely like he cared about what was happening. He just showed, said what he had to, and left. He didn't care that a little dwarf was dying inside from it. Nobody did. One day, Ori had snapped and Kili while they were at a lesson with Balin. The old dwarf took him aside and asked him what was wrong. Ori just broke down and admitted to his loneliness, to his anger with Dwalin, to everything. Balin had made a huge mistake though. He believed after that out burst that Ori was better. No, he only got better at hiding it. Nothing made it better, ever. It was just constant anger and sadness and loneliness everyday always.

It wasnt until the quest, in which Ori saw it as a way to honorably end the suffering, that he discovered the truth about Dwalin. Sure it took plenty of near death situations, being toasted over a fire, facing a dragon, going into an all out war, and plenty of fights between the two, but never the less it happened. Ori couldn't be happier now.

"Has anyone seem Master Frodo?" Bofur asked, surprising the rest of the company.

"He's not in his tree?"

"Nah I just checked."

"Probably off "working" some place." Fili muttered.

"Enough you," Ori huffed, throwing a sausage at him, "Not everyone can be a prince."

"He's right," Balin sighed, "Poor lad's just tryin' a make a livin'."

"But to sell yourself?! Its wrong."

"Well thank you for your opinion, love." Frodo said, hoping from a different tree and surprising everybody.

"Where you been laddie?" Gloin called, "Thought Bombur was gonna eat breakfast."

"Eat Master Frodo, " Thorin said, " We have a another days travel before us."

Bombur filled a plate and passed it to the hobbit.

"None for myself thank you." Frodo said, scrapping his plate into Kili's, who was nearly done.

"...Thanks mate..." Kili said, kinda awkwardly.

"No breakfast?" Dori questioned.

"You didn't eat last night neither." Balin stated.

"Are you feeling unwell lad?" Oin called, louder than necessary considering his bum ear.

"I'm fine!" he snapped finally, "I eat just fine, thank you!, "He huffed, calming himself down.

"Anyways, I wanted to say I've found a route that'll take you to BagEnd faster. Should get you there by night fall."

"Really?"

Thorin asked.

"Yep. Just got to take a cannon over a bit of a lake and you'll be there in a jiffy."

"Why'd you say it'd take longer then?"

"I don't tend to take that route. Hobbits aint good swimmers."

"Master Baggins could swim just fine..." Nori piped up.

"Well Bilbo is special, okay!" Frodo hissed, "Now... we should get a move on."

With that he moved to his pack and gathered what he had. The others glanced up at one another suspiciously. Something more was going on here. They were missing something...but what? Was this a trap? They would have to find out once they got there. So with that in mind, they gathered their things and set out.

It was several hours later that they came across the lake that Frodo had mentioned. It was large, large enough that it would take some time to get around. It was rather picturesque really. Large weep willows sat along the banks, dangling over until their tips touched the motionless water. The only movement seemed to come from the trickling crook up the way that brought the water down. The clearing allowed the sun to dance on the water and glisten with angelic beauty. A small, white sanded beach sat on the opposite end. It was beautiful.

"My..." Balin sighed, "What beautiful waters."

"Yeah..." Frodo whispered breathlessly.

A few of the company looked back at him and were surprised by the sight. His crystal eyes were wide as he stared at the water smiled fondly for a moment, biting on to his upper lip. His eyes were growing glassy and red with unshed tears. Mixed with the way the sun hit his face, he looked like a little kid.

"My...My father used to uh...to bring my mum and me here in the spring. Honeysuckle grows over by the beach on the far side and blooms then...It was my mum's favorite flower in the world..."

"Not anymore?" Kili questioned.

The hobbit was silent as he gazed on at the water. Before his eyes, unseen to the others, he watched the past. He watched a bushy haired faunling run down the beach, squealing with laughter as his father chased him and grabbed him and twirled him around, laughing all the while. He watched the most beautiful hobbit woman in the world lay out a blanket and set three sandwiches down before calling them over, a smile enchanting her features farther. The father released the squealing child, who ran and tackled his mother in adoration and wonder as they both laughed. Then the father snuck over, placing a freshly cut honeysuckle bloom before his wife, who kissed him and loved him with all her hearts might.

Then he saw the bushy haired boy, a teenager now, laying on the warm sand beside a blond boy of similar age. They laid with their eyes closed, talking about everything in the world. He watched the husband and wife settle into a small canoe. She sat in her pale yellow sundress and matching lace umbrella and watched her husband row them around like a pair of young lovers would...Then the rain started...pelting down in hard heavy sheets. He watched the boys jump to their feet as the brunette shouted to his parents. The crook began to flood, water rushing at hyper speeds...He listened as the wife and husband screamed, their canoe flipping over in the waves...He watched their son dive into the water trying his best to get to them...He watched the boy begin to get swept under by the currents... He watched the man go under, trying to keep his wife afloat...He watched the wife scream to the boy on the shore to save her son...Frodo watched her go under...and never come back up.

"You alright boy?" Bombur asked, clapping Frodo on the shoulder.

Frodo blinked, ripped from his memories of a lost childhood. They were gone... There was nothing to be done now. No use crying over what he could not fix.

"Yeah, Yeah I'm fine." He said, pulling his self together within a second, "So, boats are there on the bank. Have fun then boys!"

"Youre not coming?" Thorin asked.

"As I've said... Hobbits don't belong on the water..."

"How do we know this isn't a trap?!" Fili began, "That you aren't trying to get us killed?"

"...Because these...these are my stomping grounds...where I was brought up...everything I learned and could ever experience happened right where your feet stand...I wouldnt kill you here."

"Wont you be needing company for the rest of your way?"

"When you spend so long alone...company starts to mean nothing..."

"You're coming Master hobbit." Thorin stated, "Even if only to ensure a safe return to your family..."