Wolf: Oh, my God, the fluff level of this story will be overflowing...
Bilbo: Pardon?
Wolf: Don't worry about it, you're adorable, that's what matters :3
Bilbo: erm... Thank you?
Wolf: You're welcome! ^^ And literally, I realized I was dropping hints all over the place in the prologue basically to what this story was gonna turn into XD
Gandalf: Where are the others?
Wolf: *fiddles with sleeves* ...I dunno...
Gandalf: *glares* Woooooooolf...
Wolf: Thorin was being mean! So were the rest of them! So I kinda... locked them in the basement...
Bilbo: *facepalms* Oh wonderful. Aren't there huge spiders down there?
Gandalf: Indeed.
*screeches from the basement along with 'kill it' 'kill it'*
Wolf: I don't own The Hobbit ;-; (P.S. sindarin in this chapter)(P.S.S. also a side note, sometimes I'll done goof when I'm trying to have characters with a certain speech pattern and I'll throw in something modern on accident because I'm stupid :P)
Bilbo Baggins was in fact a wee hobbit child. Unfortunately it seemed his clothes weren't his size anymore and his shirt was touching the ground.
The scene could actually be deemed comical with how every dwarf in the room was frozen in place and gaping at the place a full grown hobbit once stood. Gandalf was leaning on his staff, pondering how exactly this would play out.
Thorin blinked down at the small form a few feet away and looked to Gandalf. "Fix this wizard, just reverse it." The child looked up to him in confusion but looked around the room and his eyes landed on Gandalf.
"Master Gandalf!" He got up and ran over to the wizard, at first it seemed he was about to begin a fight, however he held fast onto his leg and looked up at the taller figure. "Master Gandalf I missed you!" He took a step back and punched the wizards leg, (lol "punched") and hugged the wizard again. "Stop leaving so long!" Gandalf blinked at him and knelt down very slowly and put a hand on Bilbo's head. The Company of Thorin Oakenshield was simply trying to process what exactly was transpiring.
Fili looked to Gandalf, "Gandalf what's goin' on?" At his voice the hobbit looked to him and around the room. Slowly he leaned closer and grabbed a handful of the wizard's robe and tugged.
"Master Gandalf,... who are they?" He tugged again at the robes of the wizard and dared not look away from the blonde figure not far off. Everyone around him seemed to frown and narrow their eyes at the scene before them.
The question caused the wizard to widen his eyes for a moment and it seemed he forced a smile, "My dear Bilbo Baggins, you do not know them?" At this Bilbo looked around again and squinted, trying hard to recognize them, and after a few moments shook his head making the wizard sigh.
Dwalin slapped his forehead and muttered, "You're tellin' me our Burglar isn't only a babe again but he's also forgotten us?" The others of the Company began grumbling to themselves as Fili and Kili inched a little closer to the hobbit and stood behind the wizard's back.
Kili looked Bilbo over and smiled to the rest of the Company, "Well good news is the scratch is gone!"
Which earned a few cries from the dwarves further away.
"This is serious Kili!" Being one of them and he frowned.
"Oi! At least I'm trying to make light o' recent events!" He huffed out. Fili only snorted.
"Everything's light in that dim head of yours-" Which Kili only elbowed his brother and would have done more had Gandalf's question not been asked.
"Bilbo, lad how old are now?" Gandalf questioned, leveling a look of curiosity.
Bilbo tilted his head slightly and held up his fingers for the wizard to see, and said "I'm seven now. Why Master Gandalf?" At this each dwarf let out a groan so Bilbo narrowed his eyes at all of them, "And what're they anyway? They aren't hobbits." And he eyed their boots suspiciously and wrinkled his little button nose.
Kili looked over Gandalf's shoulder to Bilbo and grinned, "Now no need to keep callin' us 'they'! We're dwarves Master Boggins!" Bilbo tilted his head again and hair curled around his cheeks and Kili just wanted to hug him right then and there!
"It's Baggins, not Boggins" the child emphasized and huffed lightly crossing his arms over his chest, looking away but returning his gaze from behind a veil of curls, "And I've never met a dwarf... What are you doing in the Shire?" At this Gandalf froze and piped in before a dwarf could scare the now youthful Bilbo.
"We aren't in the Shire Bilbo." He received a curious look from the child as he tried to push his curls from his eyes, and pat his head again and grinned. "We're in Rivendell." Bilbo's eyes immediately gleamed and he gasped in awe.
"You mean with the elves?" He yelled in excitement. The dwarves around him grew very sour expressions from his reaction. "Really? Truly?" At a nod from the wizard he hopped up and down before suddenly stopping and looking around the room again. "Where's mummy?"
Before any dwarves panicked and sputtered Gandalf let slip a string of sentences from his tongue, "She's not here as of now my dear Bilbo. However these dwarves are friends of hers, and will be keeping an eye on you in her stead." Bilbo simply looked back to the Grey Pilgrim and narrowed his eyes slightly, "As her request of course."
Bilbo stepped back and poked the wizard in the nose, "Master Gandalf" said wizard tilted his head, "It's not nice to lie." And the wizard smiled kindly, although he was cursing in his head in several tongues.
'You old fool! You honestly thought you could lie to BILBO BAGGINS?! He's always been able to sense a lie!'
"My dear Bilbo I speak the truth, these dwarves know Belladonna-"
"Mummy would tell me stories of dwarves like when she told me stories of elves. If they met, Master Gandalf." At the wizard's light hearted glare, Bilbo turned back to the greater amount of dwarves and spoke again crossing his arms, "If you know mummy... What was her first last name?"
Gandalf saw his chance and took it.
He turned to the dwarvish princes and made motions with his hands. They stared at his hands for a few moments and Fili looked back to the wizard's exasperated face. He slowed the motions and moved his arm out and back to his chest.
Kili raised a brow, "Took?" The wizard turned quickly to face the hobbit child. Perfect timing too, lest he be caught. Bilbo faced him and widen his eyes. "Took was her first last name." It was certainly more of a question on the prince's mind but to Bilbo it was an answer. Although he wasn't expecting it. He released a tension and his shoulders slumped while looking at the dwarf.
"You really knew mummy?" He queried. Which was rewarded with a silent, albeit hesitant nod and he sighed. "I just feel like mummy wouldn't keep knowing dwarves a secret... she never mentioned you-"
Bofur piped in, "Well perhaps she meant ta surprise ya with us is all!" He tilted his head at the hatted dwarf. "We can be far better company than elves 'fter all!" Which earned grunts and some hollers of approval from the group of dwarves behind him. Certainly startling his little hobbit heart.
Of course it made sense. They were very lively so far.
"Okay. I'll believe it for now but-" he faced Gandalf again and pointed, "I'll find out what you're lyin' about."
Before the wizard could counter a knock came to door and the company turned as an elf emerged through the open door and asked, "Is everything quite alright? A number of my people heard shouting and a rather loud noise."
Gandalf suppressed a groan at his predicament and stood from kneeling on the floor. "Everything is quite fine Lord Elrond," and a gasp was heard from behind the wizard and Elrond attempted to peer around him, "Well... nearly everything." He moved aside for Bilbo to become visible and the dwarves in the surrounding room tensed. No doubt untrusting of an elf to a child.
"Are you the same Lord Elrond mummy knew?" The child questioned.
Elrond stood there for a moment before pointedly looking to Gandalf, "Sen tol i cuin perian?" (I'll write translations in the line breaks *thumbs up*) Bilbo tilted his head at the elf.
Gandalf sighed and answered back in elvish, "Ur thia ah forvo er ha." Bilbo looked very transfixed to the two speaking, he'd never heard elvish spoken before...
Elrond sighed as well, "Beleg mae brun elvellon im o an a dangweth ab." The wizard nodded in understanding.
"Galur," Was the response and he pointed from Elrond to the child. "Yes my dear Bilbo, Lord Elrond is the same elf your mother, Belladonna spoke of," The child positively beamed.
And so it was, Elrond knelt in front of Bilbo, "So you are a child of Belladonna Took?" He received a nod and continued, attempting to ignore the glares sent his way by the gathering of dwarves. "I did know your mother and am happy to say she has been named elvellyn," At a look of curiosity he elaborated, "elf-friend, all the same, I am most pleased to make your acquaintance young Master Took."
Bilbo did his best to reel in his excitement, it was working too, "Actually, its Baggins but that's okay!" And Elrond released a smile. Honestly this child is extremely adorable. Lord Elrond was all but melting on the inside.
"Perhaps Master Baggins, we should find you a set of clothes that fit," For literally, the first time Bilbo looked down and blushed, it's not respectable to only be in a shirt! Even if it is to the floor! He nodded quickly as Elrond made to rise. The dwarves were about to protest when Fili and Kili stepped up to be on either side of Bilbo.
The younger spoke, "Mind if we tag along? We're supposedta be keepin' an eye on 'im after all."
Elrond nodded possibly not even noticing his glare, "Of course, although we might be late for dinner." Almost sounding dispirited.
Both shrugged and responded, "No worries," simultaneously. The way it sounded made the child between them eye them suspiciously, sort of creeped out.
"Well come along then," He waved them over and turned to start through the door. "We'll be sure to arrive at dinner soon enough."
Bilbo fell in step and the brothers turned and nodded to Thorin before returning to either side of Bilbo.
They made their way through the door before the rest of the Company glared at the Grey Pilgrim.
Thorin was the one to speak, "Wizard, I do insist on being made aware of what you've done with our Burglar, why you haven't changed him back yet, and finally," dramatic pause (jk, but really,) "Why you allowed him to depart with an elf."
"I'd be pleased to inform you to my part on all those questions. First, he's become a child, I thought as much was obvious," He stated coolly, which his level of sass brought about a sputtering of indignant phrases, 'blasted wizard' being the most used. "Second, I've been trying to change him back since it happened, unfortunately I'm put out and he can't be changed as far as I can tell, however-!" He called when the dwarves growled, "it may wear off soon enough and before you ask when! I can't tell you, we'll wait it out. Finally, I let him go with Lord Elrond because he- Means. No. Harm." He huffed. "As an added measure, since dwarves are a protective people, it appears your nephews are keeping an eye on him as well, there is no reason to be so precautionary."
The dwarves finally settled. (Bofur was always calm, mind you)
"Alright lads, I do believe we should make our way 'ta dinner now,"
There were zero arguments. Their young Burglar would be there eventually and they wouldn't let him out of their sights... or around any wizards... or anymore elves... Just in case...
Sindarin time :D... well... to the best of my ability at translation...
"Sen tol i cuin perian?" - This is the same Halfling?
"Ur thia ah forvo er ha." - Yes, please go along with it.
"Beleg mae brun elvellon im o an a dangweth ab." - Very well old friend, however I expect an explanation later.
"Galur," - Of course/ my thanks.
They weren't pleased when Bilbo arrived to dinner. Not because of Bilbo himself, you understand, but because of... just what did the elves think they were doing?!
First Bilbo arrives in elvish clothes, already upsetting but the Company spoke beforehand and Dori and Ori agreed to make him some better attire for the journey. Fili and Kili were trailing behind him and admitted that the prancing elf had gifted Bilbo a whole variety of clothing.
Next, Bilbo did not take a seat with the Company, no, he was sat right between the wizard who started this and the elf lord! He seemed to enjoy his spot too, which is why Balin requested a seating rearrangement. The wizard moved to Elrond's right, not moving the elf, don't be absurd, these were his halls they wouldn't move him. Thorin took a seat on Bilbo's other side, just to ensure no elf dared try anything, Bilbo was just a boy, he didn't know to look after his own well being.
After seating arrangements, Bilbo finally got to eat. He even enjoyed what was served! Nothing but greenery and the occasional biscuit and cheese. Disgraceful set up of food, the lot of it!
Bilbo didn't understand the dwarves grumbling, this food was fantastic! What ever were they complaining for? Vegetables are part of a balanced diet! He looked to see the largest dwarf rummaging through his salad and simply look up, confused, "Where's tha' meat?" Well, that was part of a balanced diet too... but really, stop with the grumbling! Being grumpy isn't good for one's health!
It was boggling trying to understand how Bilbo enjoyed this set up...
But the worst...
The absolute worst to come from their predicament...
Every last bloody elf in the surrounding area was cooing over their Burglar!
"Oh you're positively adorable!"
"Are all hobbits so delightful?"
"You're radiant when you smile Master Baggins!" and in the background, 'Those dimples are too precious!'
"Aren't you just darling!"
"Your eyes glow Mater Baggins, did you know that?"
And Bilbo just smiled and took every last compliment and answered several questions. At some point it seemed Thorin picked up a piece of silverware, don't ask when, he couldn't tell you. At the incessant cooing that fork bent more and more, he had to take his temper out on something, and it was either the ill fortuned fork or the elves the young Burglar was currently appeasing. Perhaps they'd leave soon.
The dwarves didn't care for the leader of the Company slaughtering every elf speaking to Bilbo Baggins, even if a few wanted to as well, but they would surely be thrown out of Rivendell, and the elves would probably keep Bilbo there. Damn tree-shaggers...
"Do you care for music Master Baggins?" An elf soon asked. The dwarves listened in even more to this as the vicinity seemed to grow quieter. Dwarves were still plenty loud however.
"Oh of course! Hobbits love music!" He clasped his hands together, now giving undivided attention to speaking elf.
"What would your favorite instrument be then?" At this Bilbo tapped a finger to his chin and looked to the table.
"Just one?"
"If you had to choose, just one," The elf smiled more at Bilbo's concentration.
"Harp," Was the response. Thorin looked over to the hobbit and raised both brows in question. It would be that instrument wouldn't it?
"Must run in the family," Elrond spoke from his right and looked down to catch Bilbo's eyes on him, "If I remember correctly, Belladonna loved the harp," At this Bilbo grinned.
"Mummy said she'd learn to play soon, because she liked it so much, and she'd play for me." He glanced at the table.
Elrond glanced to Gandalf and looked to an elf off to the side nodding in her direction. She took a seat behind a harp and began playing. Bilbo looked at her and smiled and crossed his arms on the table and planted his head down, listening to the melody presented and closing his eyes.
Lord Elrond took the chance to speak with Gandalf in hush about what had transpired in the room. He sighed, when the tale ended, of course, trust a wizard to become upset and create such a mess. Not that he minded, Bilbo was wonderful company, even if he was seven years old. The poor lad looked to be falling asleep to the tune!
It sounded wonderful, when you got past the dwarves moaning about it not being true music. It almost made him fall asleep until the last strings were plucked and he opened his eyes again.
"Thank you that was pretty," He smiled at her again and she smiled back.
"A pleasure Master Baggins," Was all she said, although she was gushing on the inside.
"Do many elves play the harp?" He wondered aloud. "I don't know many people who do play it."
"Uncle plays the harp!" He heard from the table across from him. He looked from the elf to the table where Kili looked passionate.
During their excursion for clothes Fili and Kili made an attempt to help him remember the names of the dwarves in the room. They finished naming them off but, as they said, it would help to put them to faces.
"Ya okay Master Boggins?" Kili piped, he'd remember it was Kili because he was the one getting his name wrong!
"It's Baggins not Boggins" he'd huffed after rounding another corner. "We're going to work on it. Okay?"
"He's got a bit of an accent's all Master Baggins," Fili replied.
"It'snot an oxcent!" Kili cried from Bilbo's left.
"Oh of course, dear brother, I forgot you never learned proper pronunciation after being dropped-" Which earned a punch in the shoulder and Bilbo laughed but covered his mouth, it's not respectable to laugh at someone else's misery... Though it was funny... "Still," Fili started, rubbing his arm, "It would help to know which one's our uncle, Thorin Oakenshield. He's the one that looks grumpy alot o' the time," He sighed, "You'll know when ya see him again."
Bilbo had a feeling he would trust that judgment.
He certainly remembered as he turned to the dwarf next to him, eyes alight with curiosity.
"You really play the harp?" He asked, he figured with the dwarves being so loud... he didn't know, but something like a drum was more appropriate. But he could see how 'Thorin?' was capable of playing the harp, he was quieter than the rest, save for the one with the white hair... and the one with an axe in his head, though he grunted alot.
"Yes," Was his only answer.
"He's the best at harp in Arda." Kili stated from the table, earning nods of agreement from surrounding dwarves.
"Do you have a harp?" He pressed, yawning.
"Yes," To be honest... Thorin knew his sister's son couldn't keep his mouth shut. It would be annoying at times, but when someone looked at him with those kinds of eyes he couldn't help but feel alright in being bothered by them. Plus it might keep the hobbit's attention off the poncy elves for a bit.
"Would you, play too?" The Burglar asked, beginning to lose the fight for consciousness.
"Perhaps when you're more awake hmm?" Thorin said, "Let's head back to your room then," Bilbo grunted.
"I'm not..." He yawned, "Tired... yet..."
"Is that so?" Thorin quirked a brow and Bilbo pouted, pouted the little bugger...
"...So..." Was the delayed response. They stared at each other for a while before Bilbo finally caved, rubbing at his eyes and mumbled, "...'kay..." He swung his legs from the chair and leapt off.
Thorin stood and put a guiding hand on Bilbo's back. They made their way from the dining hall and took several twists and turns before Bilbo groaned.
"I think it... was... over there," He mumbled out after they'd stopped, some words slurring slightly. He looked back and up to Thorin who was starting to look grumpy. "Are you lost?"
Thorin looked down at him and huffed looking away, "I am not lost," He looked back down to Bilbo, who was attempting a glare at him, and was kind of failing in all honesty.
"...You get lost alot?" He finally asked.
Thorin covered his face with his hand and sighed, "I've been known to... not have... the best sense of direction..." At this he chanced a look at the hobbit and found him grinning, his shoulders shaking slightly, "It isn't that funny..."
"Why? With all you who could... get me to my room... It's the direction challenged one... to get me there..." He tried to smother his laughter with his hand.
"Not my fault the elves made every room look the same..." He grumbled, but at least had the corners of his lips quirked up.
"I feel... if we go left... and down a bit... and right... we'll... be there..." He slurred out, leaning back against Thorin. Great he's falling asleep...
"No falling asleep when we aren't even to the room yet," Thorin stated. Holding onto the hobbit's shoulders to steady him. He yawned in response and slumped, making Thorin curse once in Khuzdul and lifting the child to carry him left, down a bit, then right... or was it left again?
Eventually he reached the room and was glad no one else was there, that means he wasn't gone for what felt like hours. He made way to the bed and placed the covers back, to the best of his ability wit hone hand.
He placed Bilbo on the bed and made to cover him when he found said hobbit's hands attached to his shirt. There were two scenarios in which this could play out. One, he could slip from his shirt and leave it to the child to wrinkle it and be bare for the Company to possibly waltz in to see and be mocked... Two, he could be bothered to sleep next to a child, who might drool on him... and still be mocked by the Company... Maybe he should just try and pry off the child's hold...
A few moments later...
Bilbo's hold is that of death. Like trying to pry a wizard from magic... it isn't possible.
"Are all Halflings capable of such a grip?" He asked the sleeping lad. In which a very light snore was his answer and his lips twitched.
Unfortunately for him, he would have to endure a child drooling this night.
Wolf: There ya go! Cute huh? :D
*shrieks continue from the basement*
Bilbo:...Shouldn't You let them out soon?
Wolf: *super fast* No. Okay I'd also like to mention I have this belief that Kili isn't so articulate in speech and Fili is because he's the heir but every once in a while he'll slip up... Adorable... (This chapter almost turned into a crack! fic I'll have you know!)
Bilbo: Right but seriously, you should let them out soon...
Wolf: *glare* The rest of this story will exist to make you suffer...
Bilbo:... I take it back...
Wolf: Too late! Anyways my darlings! I'd like to say goodnight and goodbye! Until the next chapter! I bid you adieu. *hugs*