A lonely half-elf-half-fairy and her long-lost sister, whose speciality is magic, join forces with Thorin Oakenshield and Company. To them they are doing a noble thing but little do they know what darkness lies ahead. And what of their past they hav...
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Nessa does not know much of The Shire or its inhabitants. Though Rogue apparently does as throughout almost their entire journey to The Shire, Rogue has complained about a Hobbit being allowed, no, asked, to join the quest. And said complaining did not stop now, even as they have arrived in Hobbiton.
"Can we talk about something else now?" Nessa whines.
"What?"
"The whole journey here you've been complaining about a Hobbit joining us."
"Not my problem a Hobbit going on an adventure is unheard of! What is Gandalf thinking?!" Rogue splutters in disgust.
"Gods, you're not even Dwarven yet you're so stubborn."
"I was raised by them though," Rogue states.
Nessa sighs. She hates arguing. "All the more reason we need anybody we can get to help Thorin and his people."
Rogue grunts in frustration, knowing Nessa is talking perfect sense.
After a few moments pass, Nessa speaks up.
"So...is he hot?"
"Who?"
"Thorin..."
Rogue comes to a stop. They swivel around to face Nessa, and glare at her with arms crossed, silently scolding her.
"I'm just asking the important question here,"
"The important question here is where in Middle Earth are we?!" Rogue holds their map, vigorously turning it and inspecting it from different angles. The next couple of hours drain on. Their map reading skills are not up to standard, clearly. Nonetheless, they have finally reached a market in Bag-End. A very busy one.
"Where are we supposed to find Bilbo now?" Nessa speaks her thoughts aloud.
"Bilbo Baggins?" A fellow Hobbit asks, having overheard.
"Yes, we are looking for him. Do you know where he might be?"
"You're in the right place. He's just over there." The Hobbit points to another Hobbit before walking off. The Hobbit in question is further away from them. He anxiously stalks the market, stopping shortly at a stall. It seems he was waiting for someone, as he glances at a letter in his hand and back up, skimming the crowd.
"Well, that was easy." The sisters say, striding over with a beat in their step, feeling confident in their plan.
They reach him and before Rogue can utter a word, Nessa talks first. "Hello, Mr Baggins. It's nice to meet you." She holds her hand out for him to shake, who, in return, sends them a puzzled look.
He shakes her hand to be polite. "I'm sorry, but, do I know you?"
"In a way..." Nessa hesitates.
"Right-" He is sceptical and looks down at his letter and the stall of food again.
