What if... (A Hobbit Fanfiction) (DISCONTINUED)

The Baggins' Of Bag-End

It was a quiet day in the Shire, most of the Hobbits going about their business. Now, there were two Hobbits in particular-twins, in fact-who were going about their business. Their names were Bilbo and Brandy Baggins of Bag-End. Now while on this day, Bilbo was in their Hobbit hole, reading a book. Brandy, on the other hand, was out running errands.

Buying food, cloth and other things that the two needed for that week. Now, while you might think that the two could be told apart. But, Brandy was almost always mistaken for her brother, so much in fact that most other Hobbits had forgotten that there were in fact two Baggins'. But onto the story.

Brandy decided to wear pants, and baggy shirt, and suspenders, and like every Hobbit who lived, no shoes. She bid good morning to all whom (So may weird words) she passed, a basket hanging from her arm, full of food to restock the pantry. She had grown so accustomed to being mistaken for her brother, she had learned not to care. She was walking by Drogo and Primula's(For all y'all who ain't in the know, Drogo and Primula are Frodo's parents) house, looking down at the list her brother had given her; muttering to herself, when she bumped into someone.

"Let's see; potatoes, blue cheese, two loaves of bread, some sage and rosemary-Oof!"

She looked up, and was surprised to see a white bearded man standing there.

"I'm terribly sorry, Mister..?" she trailed off not know with who she was speaking.

"My name is Gandalf. I am looking for a Bilbo Baggins of Bag-End, do you think you could point me in his direction?" Being a Hobbit, she had manners like her brother, but not quite as stingy, and not wanting to be rude, answered him.

"Oh! Sure, just up that hill, and to the left." she said with a smile, pointing back towards her home.

"Thank you," he said, heading that way. Brandy gave a shrug and continued on her way. Soon she found her way to her final destination, and when she left, the sun was already starting to set.

"OH SHIT!" Brandy cursed, not even watching her language. Bilbo was extremely overprotective, and had set a time for her to be home when she would leave for the day.

She darted through the small village, running back to her home. By the time she got there, it was already dark out, and Bilbo was pacing in the doorway.

"I'M BACK!" she shouted slamming the door when she entered. Bilbo whipped around and relief flooded his eyes.

"BRANDY BAGGINS! YOUNG LADY, DO YOU KNOW WHAT TIME IT IS?!" he screeched (like a pterodactyl).

She winced, walking past her fuming brother, and into the pantry to put away the food. Bilbo followed in behind her, and started to lecture her.

"Do you know how worried I was. I thought you had been carried off, or Hobbit-napped, o-or-"Brandy cut him off.

"But I wasn't. I was just a little late on picking up a few things, no need to get your trousers in a twist." she said, picking up an apple and scrubbing it against her shirt before taking a bite out of it. Bilbo grumbled at his sisters manners.

"I still don't understand why you don't wear a dress or a skirt like the other girls in the village?" Brandy rolled her eyes at her brother.

"Because; skirts and dresses aren't any good for running or adventuring." Her brother scoffed.

"What respectable Hobbit, would want to go on an adventure?"

"I seem to remember a certain someone who always used to sword fight with me in the woods when Mother wasn't looking." Brandy retorted, crossing her arms. Bilbo sighed, "That was a long time ago, Brandy." He walked out of the pantry and into the kitchen, where he had dinner waiting.