Battle Scars (Hobbit/Star Wars Crossover)

Chapter 3: Rivendell

"I don't know if you would've said that twenty-seven years ago. Remember that food fight we started when we were younglings?" I reminded him with a teasing smile.

Ahsoka was baffled upon hearing my story. "You and Master Kenobi started a food fight?"

Anakin chuckled. "I guess you weren't always a stickler for the rules."

Obi-Wan glared at Anakin, giving him a warning look. "Anakin. Don't start..."

"But Master-" Anakin began.

"At all, Anakin." Obi-Wan cut him off.

•••

After supper, Anakin and Obi-Wan searched for Elrond and Gandalf, while Ahsoka spoke to the elves, and Neria looked for Thorin's friends.

I made my way to the gardens, where I saw the short beardless man with giant feet. He, unlike his friends, wore elegant clothes. It consisted of a tunic, vest with brass buttons, a coat, and shorts.

"The gardens are beautiful, aren't they?" I inquired.

At my words he turned around, looking startled. I immediately apologized. "I'm terribly sorry. I didn't mean to scare you."

He offered me a smile. "No, it's alright. You just startled me, I didn't see you."

As I returned his smile, I finally approached him. "What's your name?"

"Bilbo, Bilbo Baggins." He greeted. "And you are?"

"Miona Catcri of the planet Serenno." I greeted back.

"Planet?" Bilbo repeated. "You and your friends aren't from Middle-Earth, are you?"

"No, we aren't. My friends and I come from a different galaxy. We were each born in a different planet, but when we were around the age of three, we were taken from our families to train in the Jedi Temple on Coruscant." I explained. "...Well except for Anakin, he didn't leave his mother until he was ten."

Bilbo was baffled at my words. "You were taken your family?"

I shrugged. "I was different than other children. I was given a better life...Besides I have no family now. My mother's dead, and I know nothing about my father."

Bilbo wore a sympathetic look as he quickly spoke. "Oh I'm sorry, I didn't know..."

"Don't worry, it isn't your fault." I assured him. "Besides I have a new family and I've come here to Middle-Earth with them. What about you? How did you become friends with Thorin and his friends?"

"Those dwarves are not my friends. They arrived in my home unannounced, ruined my carpet, stole my food, and don't even get me started on what they did to my bathroom!" Bilbo protested.

So Thorin and his friends are dwarves. I hadn't heard of dwarves before. Dwarves, elves, orcs, and wargs, what other races and creatures were there on this planet?

"Then why are you with them?" I questioned.

Bilbo hesitated before answering. "...I-I'm on a quest with them. Gandalf invited me to come along. And I suppose that's why I am with them...for an adventure."

Before I could say anything else, Neria approached me with a horrified look. "I found Thorin and his friends..."

"Great, what did you find?" I inquired.

"I couldn't talk to them...nor did I want to after I found them." Neria replied.

I raised an eyebrow. "Neria, what's wrong?"