I haven't seen my distant cousin Bilbo Baggins in quite some time, so I figured it was time for a visit.
We had always been close, ever since we were young hobbits running through the forest in search of elves.
I had always wanted to find the elves and inquire of my father.
I am not fully a hobbit. My mother was quite an adventurous young woman at one point, and had run into an elf man at Elverground. And that's where I had come in. She came back to The Shire and had me.
From afar, I may look like any other hobbit, but up close, the differences are clear. I am not as big-boned as my relatives. My hair is a very light blond, as my fathers clearly was. I am quite slim for a hobbit, but that does not mean I am in any way less strong.
My crystal blue eyes and hair have always been my trade mark.
I was leaving Buckland that morning, and was to reach Bilbo's by dinner. I had other family to see as well; For which I was happy; Bilbo always had a lot of food.
I walked out my door.
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The sun was behind the hills when Bag End came into view. I pushed my hair behind my ear and kept walking.
I walked up the pathway, looking into my basket of vegetables that I had brought for dinner, when I slammed into something hard as rock.
I gasped as I fell backwards, effectively dropping my basket and everything in it. I quickly got to my knees and began to pick everything up.
The "rock" had bent down to help me. Large, manly hands handed me a tomato. I took it, and looked up at the face of this kind man to thank him.
As I did, my breath had left me. His beautiful blue eyes were stunning.
"Th- thank you." I composed myself and gave him a smile as I stood up. He stood after me.
"My pleasure." He smiled in return.
He was a little taller than me, and clearly not a hobbit. This was a dwarf.
I continued to look at him, confused.
He looked down, clearly uncomfortable.
I shook my head and apologized.
"I'm sorry. I am just not accustomed to seeing anything excepts hobbits here. Certainly not dwarves."
He nodded. "It is quite alright. I am not used to you hobbits either."
"May I ask why you are in the Shire, master dwarf?"
"Thorin. And I was called here by a wi- a friend."
She looked into his eyes. He seemed a little lost.
"Perhaps I could help you find your destination?"
He seemed skeptical for a moment, almost he didn't want to give away anything, then finally said, "I am looking for a Baggins."
I was taken by surprise. Why on earth would a dwarf want anything to do with Bilbo?
"Well, you're in luck. I was just headed there myself."
He looked just as surprised as I was.
I walked past him towards Bag End, and he followed reluctantly.
I got to the door and gave three knocks. Thorin stood beside me, a wary look on his face. He looked at door, and something caught his eye, near the bottom. Before I could look, the green door opened.