The Half-Blood (A Hobbit Fanfiction)

Bag End

"Ah, dear old wizard." Rose said as she sat down in the wooden seat of the cart. "It has been a while. Sixty years to be exact." The wizard smiled, shaking his head. "And yet you still have your clever sense of humor." Gandalf looked on, staring at the stone path that lay upon them. "My dear Rose, what have you been up to these last sixty years?" The wizard asked, glancing over at the elf. "I haven't heard anything about you; I even asked some of your dwarf friends." Rose shuddered at the word 'dwarf'. She was still broken down from the deaths of Thorin Oakenshield and his nephews, Fili and Kili. Rose knew that the deaths of her close friends were still in the process of breaking her down, but she tried to lock away those terrible feelings and hide them with happiness. Gandalf looked at Rose, waiting for an answer. The elf dazed out for a bit, but snapped out of her trance. "Oh...I've been doing...doing things." Rose sighed, looking down to the ground as the cart went uphill. "I attended the funeral." She whispered.

Flashback: 60 years ago

Rose looked down to the ground in sorrow. Faint whispers echoed through the halls of Erebor. She tilted her head and saw the now remaining company of Thorin Oakenshield slowly walking around with candles in their hands. Their heads were all bowed in respect. Rose was at a funeral. The funeral for Thorin II Oakenshield, Fili, and Kili. Rose felt her eyes well up with tears as she ascended the small flight of stairs. There, in Rose's plain sight, lay the line of Durin upon their coffins. She took hold of a candle and slowly walked over to Fili's body. Her chin quivered. Despair and guilt overpowered her senses. Rose laid her hand on the dwarf's cold cheek, caressing his face. "I'm sorry," Rose whispered. "I could have saved you. But I couldn't. I was too weak." Rose pulled her hand away slowly. She glanced over to Kili's body. How could such young dwarves die such a brutal death? They were so young. Too young.

Rose walked slowly towards Thorin's coffin. Her heart began to slowly freeze and shrivel up. Her throat became dry at the sight of Thorin. He looked so peaceful, yet he died a painful death. In his hand laid the Arkenstone, and upon his right breast sat Orcrist. Rose felt her eyes blur with salty tears. She knew that it was forbidden to come in contact with the bodies, but she ignored that. Rose pulled out a small object wrapped in a cloth and set it on the stone coffin. Rose unwrapped the object. A small, icy-blue stone was on top of the cloth. She had obtained this stone while in Erebor. She had gone through the mountains of gold and came upon this single stone. It was beautiful, and it reminded Rose of Thorin's eyes. Rose took the stone and gently place it into Thorin's hand. She closed her eyes, letting tears stream down her pale face. Thorin was dead. So was Fili and Kili. Everything had felt like a dream. Like she was going to wake up and still see the smiling faces of Fili and Kili. But this was not a dream. It was a nightmare that never ended. Rose began to quietly sob into her hands. A hand fell on her shoulder, and Rose turned her head. It was Balin. He smiled sadly and looked at Thorin's body. "I know this pains you, lass. but I know that this will flow past you. You will just forget that all this happened and you will live the rest of your life in peace."

Present:

Gandalf shook his head sadly. Rose looked back up. "L-Look. I know, I have been through quite a lot. The death of my parents, Elrond claiming that my brother had died, and then the deaths of Thorin, Fili and Kili. I know the stress can lead to a broken heart, then a broken heart leading to my downfall; but I already am slowly fading away. Like a flower slowly rotting." She said sadly, following the path with her eyes until they stopped at a familiar green door. "I have lived a full life. I am now 3,560 years of age. I was born in the Third Age, and now it is the Fourth Age. I had thought that I was meant to live a full, joyful life, but alas; I am going to die a slow, painful death." Rose looked back at Gandalf, staring at his eyes in sorrow. "Forgive me, I have spoken too much." The wizard smiled happily and held Rose in his arms. "Now, let us not make this situation drab! For goodness sake; we are about to visit Bilbo Baggins!" Rose smiled a bit, and she jumped off of the cart.

Rose ran up to the wooden gate that stood its place in front of Bag End. Nailed onto the fence gate was a large sign that read;

'No Admittance Except on Party Business'

Rose shook her head and pushed open the gate. Gandalf, who was right behind Rose, laughed a bit. "My, that hobbit still has his stubbornness." Rose nodded in agreement as she climbed the stone stair. Beautiful, vibrant flowers bloomed everywhere and even roses were planted near the door. Rose turned to Gandalf. "May I?" She asked. The wizard smiled warmly and nodded. Rose lifted her hand and knocked a solid three times on the painted wood. "No thank you!" An elderly voice called out from inside the hobbit hole. "We don't want any more well- wishers, visitors, or distant relations!" "How about old friends?" Gandalf said. "Very old friends." Rose added. "Gandalf? Rose?" The door opened, and Bilbo peeked out of the door. "Bilbo Baggins!" Rose and Gandalf both exclaimed happily.

Bilbo looked quite the same, only a bit more older and frail. His hair had turned a lighter shade of brown, and wrinkles had appeared on his face. "My dear Gandalf!" The hobbit said in a cheerful voice. The wizard held out his arms and embraced Bilbo, both of them laughing. Rose smiled and looked at Bilbo in relief. She still had a protective instinct for hobbits. Bilbo pulled out of Gandalf's arms and jumped towards the elf. "Rose!" He said happily. He wrapped his arms around Rose's waist, and she laughed. Rose bent down and hugged Bilbo. "Oh, I missed you! I haven't seen you in ages!" The hobbit exclaimed, a pleased look on his face.

"One hundred and eleven years old! Who would believe it? You haven't aged a day." Gandalf said in disbelief. "Come in, come in, both of you!" Bilbo said, stepping to the side so the two tall beings could walk in. "Welcome, would you like some tea? Or perhaps something stronger. I still have some of the Old Winyards left. 1296, a very good year!" Bilbo chuckled, grabbing a bottle of wine from a small chest. Rose bent down; for she was still too tall for this dwelling. She looked around. Everything looked the same since the last time she came here. "Almost as old as I am!" Bilbo continued. "My Father put it down. What say we open one?" Bilbo took Gandalf's staff and hat and put them against the wall. He also took Rose's cloak and hung it on the coat rack. "Just tea, please." Said Rose. "For me as well!" Gandalf added. Rose looked at a table and saw Thrain's map. And there, on the top of the piece of paper, was the Lonely Mountain.

Memories began to flash before Rose's eyes. The memories of Smaug, Bard, Laketown, Erebor. Thorin, Fili and Kili. Rose closed her eyes tight and tried to get rid those memories. But they would not leave. She shook her head and walked towards the kitchen, where Gandalf and Bilbo were.