From a diffrent world (Yandere LOTR)

Chapter 3 ✔️

Living with Bilbo proved to be more strenuous than expected. The hobbit had no idea how to take care of himself. Cleaning was not his thing and he didn't make any big changes to his food either. I already knew that hobbits had several meals a day, but this hopeless case literally ate the same thing every day! Sigh, I had to get serious about that. It soon became normal for me to do the cooking and baking in the Baggins household. But apart from that, I would say that Bilbo was by far the best flatmate you could wish for. He even taught me how to knit! And he was also very curious about my "old" culture. I taught him songs, recipes and dances, among other things, and he was even curious about the French and Greek languages. French, of course, I learned in high school, of course it was a compulsory subject. And Greek? I learned the language because of my great love for its mythology. (And maybe because I wanted to escape there with my siblings-) Bilbo, however, was very curious. I almost felt like a teacher. But the cool way. Not you mean witches who had too much homework and no one liked them. Just the cool one. But while I'm at it; the other hobbits from Hobbiton accepted me after a while. It took a lot of patience, food and lies and they treated me like their niece. I was afraid I wouldn't be accepted. But they were all nice.
I also sometimes looked after their children while the parents went out. A hobbit woman named Holga had 12 children. When I heard that, I involuntarily thought 1 for every month?

But if I had to name one thing that doesn't fit 100% here, it would probably be the fact that they dug too much into my past. That and they were actually unconcerned enough to ask me to babysit all their children on different days so they could feel young again. But luckily Bilbo found out too, who immediately sent them packing. My little hobbit was beginning to get a little overprotective.
We had a thing and he liked to do my hair while I sang to him.
That was our daily ritual. I also started doing my make-up again. Poor Bilbo was confused at first what I was doing and after I explained it to him he said the cutest thing in the world; "But you're already the most beautiful thing in the world, aren't you?" I couldn't take it anymore and had to hug him. He was also amazed at everything I carried in my travel bag. He found the sweets exquisite, he buried himself in my books for several days, he found my pens fascinating and he spent hours trying to do something on paper. And don't even get me started on my paintings.... My pens and jewellery seemed like nothing compared to that. He found everything about my drawings fascinating. The music, the games, the camera, etc...
That was strange.

Today was a relaxed day. The sun was shining brightly and the clouds were clear. The weather was finally getting better after all the rain earlier. I hummed happily as I stood in the kitchen preparing breakfast. I couldn't help but marvel at how many supplies Bilbo actually had. Over 3 pantries and nothing was lacking. I was making pancakes, he had been obsessed with them since I first served them to him. What can I say? Working in a café had its perks.

Humming, I turned over the last piece. Now there was a proud pile on the plate, just for Bilbo. As an Elf, food was not as indispensable as for humans or even Hobbits, who have a much higher metabolism. Only one meal a day was enough for us. Strange that Tolkin didn't mention a word about it. Or perhaps he did, and I have forgotten. But what he definitely didn't mention or describe was the way elves were apparently treated. I don't know why, but I am treated as if I were a saint here. Maybe elves were much rarer than they were thought to be? After all, this was Hobbiton, and rarely did anyone but another Hobbit appear here. Still, that only partly explained it. And then there was the incident...
What incident? Well, let's just say my beloved ring is obviously more than it first appears. I still couldn't understand it myself.
It happened two weeks ago, when a little fauntling got injured. He had the stupid idea of climbing a tree all by himself. And somehow, you mustn't ask me how, this little pest actually made it almost to the top. And then (of course) slipped. What else.
He broke his leg and slightly his shoulder. And it happened at the moment I started singing. Actually, I only did it because in a panic I didn't know how else to calm him down. But the shocking thing was that the injuries started to heal! Strange white balls came out of my ring and they glowed. They flew to the wounds and abrasions and healed them! Many hobbits saw it and since then everything became strange. They often gave me fruit or flowers. Some, including Lilly the dressmaker, would dress me in clothes and the tip came when she said "Oh, you don't have to pay anything sweetheart~" that was creepy somewhere and strange somewhere else. No, scratch that, that was more than just weird. In the end, Bilbo did pay for the clothes. And my guilty conscience doubled.
But the weirdest thing of all, next to the ring, was without a doubt-
"Noelle! Do you need help? You've been there for a while now!" Came screaming from the dining room.
Shit, I was too deep in thought.
"Don't worry Bilbo! I'm on my way!" I shouted back.
Quickly now.
Briskly I took the pancakes and went on my way.
After arriving (and almost banging my head against the back of the door) the peaceful breakfast began. To be more precise, the second one.
"Say, Noelle..." Bilbo mumbled between his food, "are you about to go train?" Ah yes, there was that "special" event I mentioned earlier. "Yes, the sword training was very strenuous, but I try to train at least a little every day, weiso?" I asked him.
The sword... This strange sword was in my pocket. Really strange...