We all approached my door. And I opened it to see a rather handsome dwarf and I was secretly glad I had changed back into a simple skirt and blouse. My hair was pulled back into a ponytail.
“Gandalf. I thought you said this place would be easy to find. I lost my way, twice. Wouldn’t have found it at all had it not been for that mark on the door.”He said his voice deep and enchanting. But what he had said pulled me out of my trance.
“Mark? There’s no mark on that door. I painted it a week ago!” I said outraged
“There is a mark; I put it there myself. Belladonna Baggins, allow me to introduce the leader of our company, Thorin Oakenshield.” Gandalf introduced and I looked up feeling smaller than ever.
“So, this is the Hobbit." Thorin said and took my hand kissing it. I was trying desperately hard not to blush but it was not working. I had to have been beet red.
"Tell me, Ms. Baggins, have you done much fighting?” He asked.
“Pardon me?” I asked in reply. Fighting?
“Axe or sword? What’s your weapon of choice?”
“Well, I have some skill at Conkers, and I was fairly well armed with a dagger when I was younger, the hobbit lads aorund here tried to persue me for one thing, my money. If you must know, but I fail to see why that’s relevant.” I smoothed out my skirt.
“Thought as much. She looks more like a grocer than a burglar.” I was slightly insulted as the dwarves laughed at me. They began to talk of their quest and I saw the map.
“You’re going on a quest?” I asked intrigued a bit now. Gandalf began to look at me along with Thorin.
“Bella, my dear girl, let us have a little more light.” I lit a candle and Gandalf began looking at the map. “Far to the East, over ranges and rivers, beyond woodlands and wastelands, lies a single solitary peak.”
“The Lonely Mountain.”
“Aye. Oin has read the portents, and the portents say it is time.”Gloin said he had a rather large deep red beard.
“Ravens have been seen flying back to the mountain as it was foretold: When the birds of yore return to Erebor, the reign of the beast will end.” Oin a greyer dwarf and Gloin's brother stated. The beast?
“Uh, What beast?” I asked concerned.
“Well that would be a reference to Smaug the Terrible, chiefest and greatest calamity of our age. Airborne fire-breather, teeth like razors, claws like meathooks, extremely fond of precious metals--” Bofur pointed out this beast was clearly a dragon.
“Yes, I know what a dragon is.” I pointed out that I was quite done with this entire evening.
“I’m not afraid! I’m up for it. I’ll give him a taste of the Dwarvish iron right up his jacksie.” Ori one of the younger ones said and they all began to shout and cheer.
“Sit down!” Dori, another grey one who was a bit calmer than the rest ordered. They talked about a key and a door and then I heard it.
“That’s why we need a burglar.” Ori said.
“Hm, a good one, too. An expert, I’d imagine.” I said trying to get myself out of this.
“And are you?”Gloin asked.
“Am I what?”
“She said she’s an expert! Hey hey!”Oin said and they cheered I cannot go on this quest!
“M--Me? No, no, no, no, no. I’m not a burglar; I’ve never stolen anything in my life.” I exclaimed.
“I’m afraid I have to agree with Ms. Baggins. She’s hardly burglar material.” Balin said and it hurt a small bit but helped in my favor.
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Differently *Fem!Bilbo/Thorin Oakenshield*
FanfictionHow 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...
