(Title Doesn't relate to the Arkenstone!)
A young girl, whose race is barely known to Middle Earth is put in danger when she, her mother, and many others have to flee their town by order of The Royal Family. Not long into the journey a tragedy occu...
The goodbyes were happy, yet tearful. I didn't tell them anything about the journey. -Gandalf said not to. I guess he already gave some sort of an excuse. 'Sneaky Wizard..'
The rest was fairly easy. Just... The leaving part, that was hard.
But, I saddled up Estelle my second horse, Lasair had died some years ago.
Estelle was happy to see me and we headed towards The Shire - Bag End. All the while I kept wondering if anyone would notice if it was me, when I was going to tell them - If I had to.
What Fili and Kili looked like, who else was in the company, how I wasn't going to freak out when I saw my family again.
Suddenly, without me realizing it, a big smile overtook my face, so big it hurt. 'I'm going back home!'
Little did I know....it wouldn't be that easy.
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---- Entering The Shire Seven Days Later ----
Déjà vu. Sorta, except this time this time I have food... I still wish I was a hors-Hey! I could've changed into one. What was I thinking? 'Stupid brain.' Should've thought about that earlier... I'll have to try that some time, don't want to get stuck as a new animal when Gandalf isn't around... *Shivers* That really sucked.
"Okay, this is getting ridiculous where is Bilbo's Hobbit Hole?" I groaned. This place is like a maze. An hour passed, and I finally found it. 'Because I was too stubborn to ask for directions.' It was now dusk, the sun just setting, he had a cute looking home. A gate surrounding it with a bench, flowers of all kinds, and a bird feeder. A little round green door to top it off. 'I'll be surprised if Gandalf can fit in their.'
I tied Estelle up, pushed open the gate and saw a blue glowing dwarven F symbol. 'It's been so long since I've spoken my native language..' Butterflies made a nest in my stomach, forming a knot. Once again. I knocked on the door, twice.
A little red curly haired man answered the door. Me being just a foot or so taller. "Hello, Ar-Ella at your service." I bowed. "Are you Mr. Bilbo Baggins?"
