Sherlock Oneshots

Fellowship of 221B

Smauglock

Sherlock Holmes slumped onto his chair, fidgeting with agitation, awaiting for his next case from DI Lestrade. John Watson, his patient flatmate, was still sound asleep; it was 3 AM and Sherloch never bothered sleeping, too 'boring.' He started to pace the room, entering the kitchen and circling the table, which was clattered with experiments.

John was awoken by footsteps downstairs, which was accompanied by Sherlock talking too himself. Not making out what he was saying, John stumbled out of his warm bed and poked his head around the door. Sherlock abruptly stopped and glared at John.
"Ah, John you're awake." Sherlock smirked.
"Unfortunatley, yes. Could you be just a little bit quieter please!" John hushed, silently slamming the door. He fell face first onto his bed and drifted of back to sleep.

Sherlock slumped back onto chair once more, closing his eyes and steepling his hands under his chin. A dim light which was bright enough, made the consulting detective open his eyes with curiosity.
"Hello, what are you then?" He smiled, walking to the window. The curtains were closed, concluding why the source of light was dim," You're to bright to be a streetlamp, and it's only 3 AM, so what are you?" Sherlock drew back the curtains, suddenly being completely blinded by the extremely bright light.
"John!" He cried out, attempting to open his eyes. All he could see was white, hearing footsteps from upstairs. Sherlock had fell to the floor, causing a loud thump; luckily Mrs Hudson had gone to her sisters to stay for a week. John hurried out of his room, and saw the bright light on the walls, furniture, and Sherlock. John leaped down the steps, shielding his eyes with his hand, and scurried over to a blinded Sherlock.
Somehow, the light became even more intense; flooding into the two compartments. The light engulfed Sherlock and John, who ended up with amnesia in Middle-Earth...

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Bilbo Baggins sat quietly on the bench outside his glorious house. He took a puff from his long smoking pipe, which made a ring of smoke. Nevertheless, it was wafted away by a stranger. The man was very tall, but then again, everyone is tall compared to a Hobbit, and had a long grey beard with a pointed hat.

"Good morning." Bilbo nodded to the man.
"What do you mean? Do you mean to wish me a good morning, or do you mean that it is a good morning whether I want it or not? Or perhaps you mean to say that you feel good on this particular morning? Or are you simply stating that this is a morning to be good on?" The man said to a baffled Hobbit.
"All of them at once, I suppose.." The man glared at the Bilbo, making him feel uncomfortable, "Can I help you?"
"It remains to be seen. I'm looking for someone to share in an adventure."
"An adventure? No, I don't imagine anyone west of Bree, would have much interest in adventures. Nasty, disturbing, uncomfortable things. Make you late for dinner!" Bilbo shuddered, "Good morning!"
Bilbo toddled over to his grand green door.
"To think that I should have lived to be good- morninged by Belladonna Took's son, as if I was selling buttons at the door!"
Bilbo dead stopped in his tracks and turned around. The man, who Bilbo remembers as Gandalf the Grey (famous for his fireworks), says:
"...I shall inform the others."
"Inform the who...? What...?! No! No! No, wait! We do not want any adventures here, thank you. Not today, not... I suggest you try over the hill or...across the water. Good morning." And with that, our Hobbit slams the door.

Bilbo Baggins, after a tedious day, sat down to eat his dinner. Just before he was about to tuck in, a knock bellows on the door. Bilbo, muttering to himself, walks over to the door, to be greeted with a Dwarf.
"Dwalin, at your service." The Dwarf stated, bowing and shuffling into Bilbos house. He sat down at Bilbos dinner and began to eat. Bilbo didn't know what to do! He sat down with a plate of bread in his hand, when another knock at the door came.

"Balin, at your service." The Dwarf said, as Bilbo opened up. Balin had a long, white beard and a kind face. Dwalin greeted Balin, and *another* knock at the door came. Bilbo was becoming flustered, as he made his way to the door. Two more Drawfs, obvioulsy brothers, stood outside.