Daenerys's Unexpected Journey (A Thorin Oakenshield Story)

Misty Mountain Cold

Hey guys just wanted to say read at the very end it is kinda important.
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After a whole 5 minutes of laughter from Daenerys she finally stood up, she wiped away the tears that poured out as she was laughing that hard. "Oh... My... Hahah whoever did this I thank you." She said before turning around to face the Hobbit. She bent down and flung her uncle's arm over her shoulder before dragging him over to a comfortable chair, positioning him in a comfortable position. She turned around and walked to the kitchen. She could feel pairs of eyes following her every move as she got tea ready for her uncle.

She turned around and gasp as she saw it was just

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DAENERYS'S POV

It was Thorin Oakenshield. 'What does he want?' I thought as I studied him.

"Can I help you?" I asked raising a eyebrow. "I'm just curious as to how a Hobbit like yourself can wield a weapon." He said. "Oh I'm not a Hobbit Thorin." I said as I grabbed the tea and walked out aware that a pair of eyes were following me until I went out of sight.

I walked into the room where I left Bilbo to see that he is awake. "Here you go." I said handing him the tea. "Thank you Den." He replied. I decided to sit down on one of the chair's.

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"I'll be alright. Just let me sit quietly for a moment." Uncle Bilbo said as he took a sip of his tea.

"You've been sitting quietly for far too long. Tell me, when did dollies and your mother's dishes become so important to you?" Gandalf questioned. "I remember a young Hobbit who was always running off in search of Elves in the woods. Who would stay out late, come home after dark trailing mud and twigs and fireflies. A young Hobbit who would have liked nothing better than to find out what was voting the borders of the Shire." Gandalf said as he gestured outside. "The world is not in your books and maps. It's out there."

"I can't just go running off into the blue. I am a Baggins of Bag-end." Uncle Bilbo said pointing to himself. "You are also a Took. Did you know that your great-great-great-great-uncle Bullroarer Took was so large, he could ride a real horse?" Gandalf asked gesturing to a photo of said person.

"Yes." Uncle Bilbo said quietly. "Yes, well, he could. In the Battle of Green Fields, he charged the Goblin ranks. He swung his club so hard, it knocker the Goblin King's head clean off and it sailed 100 yards through the air and went down a rabbit hole. And thus, the battle was won. And the game of golf invented at the same time." Gandalf then sat down on the chair that was in front of Uncle Bilbo.

"I do believe you made that up." Uncle Bilbo said. "Well, all good stories deserve embellishment. You'll have a tale or two to tell of your own when you come back." Gandalf said. "Can you promise that I will come back?" Uncle Bilbo asked looking at Gandalf with hope.

"No. And if you do, you will not be the same." Gandalf said. "That's what I thought. Sorry, Gandalf, I can't sign this." Uncle Bilbo said standing up from his chair. "You've got the wrong Hobbit." Uncle Bilbo said leaving the room.

I watched him walk away with sad eyes. Gandalf looked at me. "I'm not sure Gandalf but I assure you that he will come, as for me..... Probably not." I said as I stated out the window. "Why is that my dear?" He asked. I looked back at Gandalf. "You know exactly why Mithrandir if they see her she will be gone from me, I'd rather die then let them harm her." I said before looking back out at the window.