As many could predict, Bilbo Baggins was sitting on his birch wood bench smoking his pipe. Being a Baggins, he was predictable. Every word. Every action. Such as the one he was partaking in momentarily. And yet we all know what unpredictably ruins his oh so predictable, mundane, day. This Hobbit was enjoying himself on a particularly blissful activity, one he usually liked to enjoy preferably alone. But a certain precarious wizard had decided to ruin that. Which lead to Bilbo sending a letter to her. An urgent letter sent out of fear. And a rescue would come to him.
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Little Rescuer
FanficA introverted twenty two year old girl with bright blue eyes and dark hair decides to visit an old friend in The Shire. Once she arrives, she finds her friend stressing out over an odd occurrence. This friend is Bilbo Baggins, and his little rescuer...
