The Half-Blood (A Hobbit Fanfiction)

The Meeting of Bilbo Baggins.

Rose awoke, her body aching. Her body was stiff, and she could barely move. She moved her fingers. They were scraped, little pieces of loose skin all around her fingers. The metallic taste of blood was on her tongue, and Rose's head ached even more by the second. Her eyes fluttered open, finding a bright, blue, sky. Underneath, Rose felt soft grass tickling her hands. She slowly got up, groaning. She grasped her side, for she had a small gash. She grabbed a near by root and craned herself up.
 
She looked around. "...H...Hobbiton?" Rose suddenly felt dizzy. "How did I get here??" She tried to take a step, but her leg was caught on something. She looked down to find her horse on the ground, passed out, and the reins were tied around her leg. "I must've been dragged from where ever I was..." She said to herself, wiping the blood off of her face with the back of her bruised hand. Rose sat back down. She knew that she couldn't walk, so she sat under a tree and waited.
        Stomp. Stomp. Rose slept quietly as a being walked up to her. She slowly awoke, not opening her eyes. She felt a large warm hand touch her head, as if checking if she was sick. Rose was smart; there were many men in Middle Earth that could do things to her...torture, rape. She felt the hand move down to her stomach where her wound was. The person began to lift her clothes up a bit. This felt like a threat to Rose, so she made a move.
         She shoved the hand away, opened her eyes, and quickly took out the dagger she kept in her leather boots. She stood up, even though in pain, she pointed the dagger at the...short....hobbit."Who are you?" Rose hissed. "Why were you touching me?"  The hobbit raised his hands up, surrendering. "My apologies...I saw that you were hurt. I am sorry to bother you."