An Unexpected Addition (Fili Fiction)

Chapter 1

I had strode up with the chest of gold on the pony tightly hidden under a large flap of cloth... It was nothing more than a rag but the uglier it was, the better and in any case, as if i would have a chance to keep everything clean going through those woods. I was fortunate enough to not see many Orcs along my path. I cant fight very well, the only moderate skill i have is with a small blade and even then, my lack of strength prevails. I don't think i was meant to be a hobbit anyways, nor was i supposed to be a Baggins. A Baggins is so very respectable and does nothing at all peculiar at all,  but i was not like the others. Not Sackvile, not Bilbo, nor a Took at all. I emerged from the soft woods on the borders of the shire and there i saw it, the very heart itself. I strode up the hills to Bagend until i came across Bilbo himself smoking a pipe in a chair.

"Do you remember me, Uncle?" I said, he watched me strangely as if there was a hint of recognition. I'd only seen Bilbo once and that was at least 10 years ago when i was merely 14.

"Umm... Should i?" I expected that he would not remember me until i gave him my name.

"Pilda Baggins?" I stated. I put a hand to my dirty blond hair, the sole thing i'd gotten from my father.

"Is it truly you, Pilda?" He stood up examining my face, as i turned my horse to the side, getting closer. "Where is my sister?" I had almost forgotten about my parents deaths. It was murder but when i had come to find Bilbo outside his house that day, his face seemed so relaxed and i wouldn't dare disturb his peace.

"She rests in Bree. Her leg is not well, she would not come, nor would my father." A sneaky flexible lie like i was used to doing. "She thought it best to stay home." I repeated.

"Well, Pilda! Its such a nice thing to have you here! How long exactly will you be staying?" He got quite quiet then.

"In the Shire?" I said. "What makes you think i will stay?" I was going to ask him if i could stay just for a while and rest, though i did not truly know where i was going...

"I just wondered. Why would you come here if not for rest? Or time..." Mother always told me Bilbo hated guests.

"You are not wrong, Bilbo." I said, almost shyly.

"Well in that case, welcome! Make your self at home Pilda, girl!" I was welcomed into the home and as i left my horse on the lawn of his home he cringed just a bit at the idea. "You weren't planning on leaving him here?" I looked at him and said nothing. "Fine fine." He motioned me in the big green door.

I walked in to find the most elegant of hobbit holes before me. Not a worm in sight at all... "Its quite a nice home you have, uncle" i delicately put down my pack from my back that was caked with leaves and some mud. In my hands, i gently set down my two cases of coins, praying there would be no clink from inside. Bilbo might find that suspicious and wonder why i had a chest of coins on me.

"Yes it was. I don't get many visitors... Now, er, why don't you make yourself at home? I was just going to prepare some afternoon tea. " he started muttering, "if it wasn't for Sackvile's spoon stealing fingers i wouldn't have to worry about there being no stir spoons..." I let out a small laugh at this comment.

"Sackvile, she lives just down the hill and past the market. Why not pay her a visit."

"I don't know her, i know of her. She would not want my unexpected visit..."

I sheepishly cringed at the small wound on the right side of my face. It was a cut i'd earned from an Orc's blade when i came upon a few in the forest. I managed to kill them but because I wasn't at all prepared, i took a good many hits.

"The cut on your face, would you like a cloth?" He offered.

I thought for a second on saying no but it hadn't healed and the orc blade was filthy when it glided across my face.

"Yes. Nasty branches that stick out all over the path..." I put my hand to it, a little sting rushed through my face.
Bilbo left the room, i reached down for the chest of coins at my feat as quick as i could. Where to hide it? I searched around the room, a bench was the first thing i saw. Up i pulled the seat, revealing a pile of clothes. Idea! I swiped out some clothes and tiredly placed the chests side by side in there. My nerves anchored up and i tossed a grey sweater with some children's mittens over top. It was hidden just as Bilbo came back with a wet red cloth.

"Here."

"Thank You, Bilbo" He trotted back off to the kitchen while i glanced about the home. Quaint and beautiful...

It suddenly occurred to me that I could not stay here for ever... They should find me in the Shire soon... I should not rest that upon Bilbo...