The Rebel (Thorin x OC)

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Author's Note: Hello, a longer chapter (ish)! I thought maybe several chapters would be enough. I'm still debating about adding all the completed chapters I have so far or just upload little and wait for a response from people, or until the views get bigger or whatever. Again still not sure how this site works with the comments and adding and voting thing. But I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Forgive any grammar errors that I have overlooked.

Disclaimer: I do not own The Hobbit or it's characters, all rights go to J.R.R. Tolkien and Peter Jackson. I only own my original character Bellethiel.

I hope that you enjoy this chapter!

(Bilbo's P.O.V)

My house! Taken over by dwarves because of that blasted wizard! Flinging my dishes through the air, and rubbing mud off of their boots on to my mothers box! They have completely emptied out my pantry. Not to mention being insulted in my very own home...the nerve.

"They say this quest is ours, and ours alone." Thorin Oakenshield commented, catching my attention, as the others around the table sighed in defeat.

"You're going on a quest?" I asked curiously.

Gandalf looked up at me, prepared to ask me something until:

knock knock knock

Our attention was then redirected toward my door.

"Must be one of my neighbors..." I sighed, nervously shuffling my way toward the door. "No doubt come to complain about the noise."

"No, Bilbo, I'm afraid not." Gandalf said smiling affectionately. "I did not expect them to be late, quite the opposite actually...I thought they would be the first to show up."

"You have only mentioned the Hobbit here...I did not expect another to join in this private gathering." Thorin said defensively, looking up to Gandalf.

Gandalf opened his mouth to answer when the knocking had suddenly gotten louder and quite impatient.

Knock Knock Knock Knock

"I'm coming..." I called out loudly, making my way toward the door.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

"I'm coming, I'm coming!" I called out in irritation as the person started pounding harder on my newly painted (now marked) door.

"Always the impatient one..." Gandalf smirked, getting up to follow.

As I opened my door, the person standing in front of me was not one of my neighbors. The stranger was drenched in water, the hood of their cloak pulled completely over their head to hide their features. But from what I could see the stranger was neither hobbit nor dwarf for they stood just as tall as Gandalf...maybe a bit shorter.

"Master Baggins?" The stranger asked skeptically.

(Bellethiel's P.O.V)

"Um...yes, I am Bilbo Baggins?" The little hobbit greeted a bit unsure.

I took a swift glance behind the little hobbit to see the gray wizard smiling the same knowing smile as he saw me at the entrance of the hole.

"Gandalf." I greeted plainly. "Two holes I went to and they were not a Baggins. If a Baggins had not answered the door I would have left." I said motioning to my surroundings. "I have been stuck in the rain for some time...would be nice to be inside somewhere warm and dry. If you do not mind me tracking in some mud and water."