Tritimore and the Company, The Hobbit Fan Fiction (Temporarily On Hold)

Chapter One

The nighttime sky was filled with stars and the moon was full. I flew effortlessly, high above the green hills and plains of the Shire, the wind helping to push me even faster. I scanned the doors of the various hobbit holes, looking for the sign Gandalf had told me he would leave. Finally, I located it and dove toward the ground, landing gently on my feet.

I knocked on the wooden door thrice and then took a step back. Within a few seconds, the door opened and Gandalf the Grey stood before me.

He looked a bit more haggard than the last time I had seen him. His long grey beard and hair had grown even more and his face had definitely acquired a few more wrinkles. But I was happy to see his smile was just as friendly and vibrant as before.

"Kani! I'm so glad you could make it." he said.

"Me, too."

I smiled and then Gandalf and I embraced briefly. A young hobbit suddenly came walking down the hallway and was exclaiming, "You've got to be joking, Gandalf! I thought you said there weren't anymore-". His sentence trailed off.

"You must be Bilbo Baggins," I said.

"You're a w-w-woman," he stuttered.

I smiled and nodded. Then, the rest of the company came out from what I assumed was the dining room since most of them were either chewing something or had some food stuck in their beards. Thirteen dwarf men all stared at me and then one stepped out in front of the group. His hair was long and dark and his beard was black.

"Kanilia Tritimor," Gandalf said. "this is Thorin Oakenshield, the leader of our company."

I stuck out my hand and Thorin, gazing straight into my hazel eyes, gently brushed his lips across the top of it.

"Ms. Tritimor, your name seems quite familiar."

"Tritimor," another dwarf said as he took a step towards me. He had blondish long hair and a beard that was a little darker. "You wouldn't be related to the Tritimor Witches, would you?"

I nodded.

"You're a witch?" Bilbo squeaked out.

"Yes."

"Gandalf, may I speak to you privately?" Thorin asked.

"Of course."

They walked off together and began to talk in hushed voices. For some reason, I knew my presence would be less than welcomed and I guessed Thorin was probably expressing his displeasure. As they were talking, an older dwarf approached me.

"Hello, Kanilia. My name is Balin."

He took my hand and kissed it.

"Hello. Kani is fine."

"Kani," Balin repeated. "Let me introduce you to the rest of our group."

One by one I met each of the dwarves. They all seemed like a quite vivacious, but also sturdy, band. However, I knew I was going to have trouble remembering all of their names since many of them sounded similar to one another. Though for the time being, I think I had the majority of them straight.

Gandalf and Thorin had finished speaking and then they came over to join the rest of us.

"I believe that Kani and Bilbo need their contracts," Gandalf said.

"Oh, yes. Of course." Balin replied.

He dug around in his coat, pulled out two pieces of parchment, and then handed them to Bilbo and me.

"What exactly is this for?" Bilbo questioned.

"For numerous reasons," Balin answered. "It goes over who should be notified if you should die and, furthermore, your funeral arrangements. Not to mention the many perils you may occur"