*60 years earlier*
I sat on my bench smoking, would my mother approve of my smoking? No but even though I was a respectable lady of the shire I enjoyed the small rebellion. I blew a ring and the smoke bounced back at me. I opened my eyes to see an older man in a hat.
“Good morning.”
“What do you mean? Do you mean to wish me a good morning, or do you mean that it is a good morning whether I want it or not? Or, perhaps you mean to say that you feel good on this particular morning. Or are you simply stating that this is a morning to be good on?” He asked.
“All of them at once, I suppose. Can I help you?”
“That remains to be seen. I’m looking for someone to share in an adventure.”
“An adventure? Now, I don’t imagine anyone west of Bree would have much interest in adventures. Nasty, disturbing, uncomfortable things. Make you late for dinner, hm, mm. Good morning.”
“To think that I should have lived to be good-morninged by Belladonna Took’s daughter, as if I were selling buttons at the door.”
“Beg your pardon?”
“You’ve changed, and not entirely for the better, Bella Baggins.”
“I’m sorry, do I know you?”
“Well, you know my name, although you don’t remember I belong to it. I’m Gandalf! And Gandalf means … me.”
“Gandalf...not Gandalf, the wandering Wizard, who made such excellent fireworks! Old Took used to have them on Midsummer’s Eve. Ha, ha! Well. Hmm, I had no idea you were still in business.”
“And where else should I be?”
“Ha, ha! Hm, hmm...”
"Well, I’m pleased to find you remember something about me, even if it’s only my fireworks. Well that’s decided. It will be very good for you, and most amusing for me. I shall inform the others.”
“Inform who? What? No. No. No! Wait. We do not want any adventures here, thank you. Not today, not-mm. I suggest you try over the Hill or across the Water. Good morning!" I said and slammed the door I was through being polite and I did not need any sort of visitors. I made a cup of tea and the whole incident was forgotten. I went into the market and bought a fish for my dinner, tended to my garden and settled in for the night. I was wearing a nightgown and after a nice meal I would settle in with a book and fall asleep. Then as I was eating my fish I heard my doorbell ring. Who could possibly be calling at this hour? Not anyone reasonable or polite for that matter. I opened the door to see a dwarf of all things.
“Ah.”I exclaimed
“Dwalin, at your service.” The dwarf bowed.
“Bella Baggins, at yours. D-do we know each other?”
“No. Which way, lassie? Is it down here?”
“I-is what down where?” I was very confused. A dwarf was in my house.
“Supper. He said there’d be food, and lots of it.” Dwalin said.
“H-He said? Who said?”
“Mmmm. … Very good, this. Any more?”
“What? Uh, oh, yes, yes." I was a lady, I had to be polite so I showed him to my pantry.
“Ah.”Dwalin said.
“Help yourself,”I replied. “Mmmm. It’s just that, um, I wasn’t expecting company.” I heard the doorbell ring again.
“That’ll be the door.” I went to the door to see who it was. No surprise it was another Dwarf. This one had a long white beard.
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Differently *Fem!Bilbo/Thorin Oakenshield*
Hayran KurguHow different would things have been for the company and more importantly for Thorin if Bilbo was Bella? Bella Baggins was a simple hobbit of Bag-End when Gandalf the Grey came and asked her to partake in an adventure. She never thought that she cou...
