The Hobbit-Witch

Chapter 1: Prologue.

My second Fem!Bilbo Fanfiction story, I'm portraying Emma Watson who played Hermione from Harry Potter as the female version of Bilbo. There will be a few things will add to this tale like characters or beasts.

(Happy Halloween!)

Disclaimer: I don't own the Hobbit, but I do own one character I created who's not in the book or film.

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One dark and stormy night, the rain poured heavily down into the village of Bree. A lone rain-drenched cloaked figure was walking outside of the village towards the gate and knocked upon the doors. A gatekeeper with a hooked nose and very thin almost grey hair opened the first slot from the top; but saw nothing. Then he lowered down to the lower slot for little folk and saw the stranger in a cloak with a cowl over his head, a rucksack and a sword on his back.

"What do you want?" He grumbled; clearly hated being out in the pouring rain.

"I'm looking for a place in this village to spend the night." The stranger's deep rich voice responded.

The gatekeeper shut the slot and opened the door of the gate; bringing a lantern out to take a look at the stranger and noticed his size stature.

"A Dwarf," The gate keeper observed suspiciously, "You came a long way down from the Blue Mountains at this time of night, Master Dwarf; what business brings you to Bree?"

"I wished to stay in an Inn, my business is my own." The Dwarf replied irritated.

"Alright Master Dwarf, I meant no offense." The gatekeeper reluctantly let the dwarf through the gate. "It's my job to ask questions after nightfall. There's talk of strange folk abroad, can't be too careful." He warned as he closed the door.

"Is there an Inn somewhere in this village?" The Dwarf asked.

"The Prancing Pony is the nearest one around here, Master Dwarf." The gatekeeper informed him. "Just go through the street just ahead of you, you'll find the sign post easily enough." He pointed out the way for him and went back into his hut.

The Dwarf trudged on the road of puddles and soggy mud alone, went past two fences that contained some farm animals out in the rain, as he entered the crowded streets; the people there were too busy trying to get out of the downpour.

Eventually the Dwarf found the swinging wooden Inn sign with an image of a white pony rearing and underneath it was carved written the Prancing Pony Inn, at last he finally found it and was willing to get out of the wretched weather.

Inside the whole inn was crowded a mixture of men, little folk and creatures like ferrets and a black cat. The pub was filled with noise and smoke; the noise was a mix of roaring laughter and rowdy arguments of drunken men.

"This place will have to do." The Dwarf thought as he went inside, he went up to the bar to announce the inn keeper his arrival.

"Good evening, Master Dwarf, welcome to the Prancing Pony." The inn keeper greeted him. "If you are seeking lodging for the night, we've got some nice cosy rooms available; Mr...?"

"Oakenshield, My name's Oakenshield" The Dwarf replied. "I would a like a room just for the night."

"Very well, we'll have your room ready, Master Oakenshield." The inn keeper kindly offered. "Betsy come ere', love!" He called over to the barmaid.