The Story of Hazel Baggins

Chapter 6

The group made their way out of the sacks they were tied in and went to greet Gandalf. Hazel had tried her best to get free, but the sack wouldn't budge.

"Need a hand?"

Hazel looked up to find Thorin above her. "No." She grunted. "I can- ugh! Do it myself!"

"Doesn't look like it." He chuckled, making her growl. He found her rather adorable when she was angry.

"Then help me!" She half shouted.

"I don't know...I am rather enjoying this version of you."

In a fit of rage she somehow managed to free herself, shocking Thorin.

"Ahem, Thorin?" Bilbo said.

"Yes?" Thorin asked, not taking his eyes off the Hobbit before him.

"I would run if I were you."

In a flash Thorin took off, an angry Hazel not far behind him.

"Woo! Get him, Hazel!" Kili cheered.

"Don't encourage her!" Thorin cried. "Bilbo! What do I do!?"

"Wait it out." Bilbo said, calmly sitting on a rock. He was quite used to his sister doing this, especially when she was close to her...oh no. "You could also offer her chocolate." He added.

"WHY WOULD I HAVE THAT!?" He yelled.

"In case this were to happen." Bilbo replied.

Hazel eventually caught up to him and tackled him to the ground, both lay there panting while the company cheered. Thorin stared at her wide eyed, not expecting something so fierce from something so delicate, or appeared to be.

"Now kiss!" Kili joked, causing the pair to immediately jump back from each other and go red.

"Ew, Kili!"

"Why would I kiss a hobbit!?" The two said at the same time, then glared at each other. "Hey!"

"Here's your coat, uncle." Fili said, giving Thorin his cloak.
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After a while the group came upon a cave full of gold coins and swords. Hazel nearly gagged at the stench though, it reeked with troll. She wondered off while the group conversed about what to do with the coins, and something caught her eye. Something was gleaming from underneath a rotting animal carcass, after kicking it away with her foot, she found a beautiful sword underneath it, and it looked just about her size. She picked it up with wonder and unsheathed it, revealing the beautiful and deadly looking weapon. No doubt this was elvish.

"Hazel!" Thorin called. "Come on, we're getting out of this filth."

"Coming!" She called back, attaching the sword to her waist and hurrying to meet the group.

No sooner had she caught up to them, than when a figure came bursting from the trees crying. "Thieves! Fire! Murder!"

"It's Radagast The Brown!" Gandalf exclaimed. The other wizard was quite the sight. He looked just as old as Gandalf, except shorter and dressed in brown furs, and was sporting bird poop in his mangled hair. "What on earth are you doing here?" Gandalf asked.

"I was looking for you, Gandalf. Something's wrong. Something's terribly wrong."

"What is it?" Hazel asked, greatly concerned.

"Just give me a minute." The wizard replied, trying to remember. "Um...oh! I had a thought and now I've lost it! It was...it was right there on the tip of my tongue!" He cried, earning several groans from the company. "Oh! It's not a thought at all! It's a silly old..." He opened his mouth. "Stick insect!"