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Meriadoc Brandybuck x Reader

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The shire was alive and well on this delightful evening. The night was filled with music, laughter, and joy all around as every hobbit in the shire was gathered together in one spot for a very special occasion.

It was Bilbo Baggins’s eleventy-first birthday. Quite the admirable age for a hobbit. The old fellow was strange indeed. He went gallivanting off with an entire company of dwarves at the ripe age of fifty and didn’t come back for thirteen months. He was thought dead so all of his possessions were auctioned off as he had no last will and testament. In the middle of the auction though, the fellow appeared, bothered and flustered and carrying several strange, foreign objects with him. Once he got settled back into his hole at Bag-End, the old hobbit spoke of faraway lands filled with elves, dwarves, and men. He told the story of a great battle against herds of orcs and of the slaying of a great fire breathing beast, the slaying of Smaug the Terrible. He told these stories to the young hobbits as they grew, you being among those that listened intently, and they had stuck with you and just about every other hobbit to this day.

So now, whether or not you liked the old odd fellow would have been irrelevant as everyone still flocked to his hobbit hole at the prospect of free food and drink. You, for one, were there in the hopes of catching a dance with a certain young gentle-hobbit.

You had helped prepare for this party all day, running last minute errands, cooking, and stitching up Bilbo Baggins’s old wine red waist coat for him, while your brother had busily set to work on the grounds, ensuring they would be the envy of all. After working all day, it was good to enjoy your work for the night. Thus, you danced along to a light hearted jig with a random hobbit fellow close to your age, laughing and smiling at the joy all around you. The tempo and melody was infectious and your dress was so alluring that you had hardly been at a loss for company all night, however you only wanted the company of one hobbit in particular. As the last chords played and the band finished with a yell, you curtseyed to your random partner, who took your hand and pressed a gentle kiss to the back of it, and dismissed yourself from dancing. You were now, once agin I might add, looking for that certain fellow I keep mentioning.

Your (e/c) orbs turned in their sockets as you surveyed the large assembly of hobbits. But alas, this search yielded no news of your quarry. You huffed annoyedly.

“Where could that silly boy be?” You tapped your foot in frustration whilst crossing your arms like a stubborn child. Seeing no point in simply standing on the dance area, you located your brother in the throng of full and drunk hobbits. A mop of curly blonde hair was your indicator for where Samwise was, seated alone with his face in a mug of ale. You rolled your eyes before crossing towards the elder Gamgee child, being mindful of the other guests.

“This is one of the biggest parties we’ve ever been invited to and he chooses to spend it with his face in a mug of ale instead of going after Ms. Rosie Cotton. I’d like to not be the only parent this genera-hey!” While you were muttering to yourself, you were unaware of another hobbit sneaking up behind you until he had yanked you backwards. You were sent stumbling into the chest of whomever decided that move was a good idea.

“Excuse me, this is NOT how you ask a lady to dance, si-Frodo!” You shrieked out in shock as you looked up at your captor who was busily laughing as he yanked you into a new uplifting, dance. Frodo Baggins was your best friend (aside from Sam) and “wingman” in most cases. And, he was the only one who would dare to startle you like this.

“I’m sorry, (Y/n), but it was too funny!” The young hobbit laughed more causing you to roll your eyes again as you danced with him. The blue eyed male twirled you around while the other hobbits clapped and yelled in joy and merriment. When you returned to him, he started up a conversation.

“Tell me, (Y/n). I watched as you danced happily with just about every other eligible man here, willingly at that, then suddenly I turn to find you scowling and looking as though someone had destroyed your brother’s gardening tools. What happened?” You sighed but danced along with the young Baggins. An idea came to you suddenly.

“I have been enjoying myself all evening, despite not being able to locate a certain someone,” out of the corner of your eye, you saw Frodo smirk mischievously with a knowing look. “But, my brother has not. Look!” You pointed as Samwise Gamgee stood, cast a longing glance at Miss Rosie Cotton dancing nearby, then took off in the direction of the ale. Frodo groaned as he watched the spectacle and you made a gesture as if to say ‘you see what I mean?’ .

“Before you pulled me into another dance, I was heading over to speak to him and get him to go after Rosie. He’s done nothing but pine after her for months and it is maddening!” You joined hands with Frodo as you began partner dancing, in order to allow for easy conversation. Frodo nodded along.

“You’ve done the same as him though.” You glared up at the taller hobbit, stating that you at least intended to do something about your attraction tonight. Frodo smirked wider with a hint of pride at that and went back to your brother. “But, his is a worse case. It’s so very evident Rosie returns his feelings, Sam is too shy to ask her to court him though. Perhaps, we could do something to help them out?” Frodo looked to you as the song ended. He bowed and you curtseyed to him out of sheer politeness. Frodo and yourself continued to talk though as the band struck up another song, concocting a plan to get Sam and Rosie in close quarters for the night. With a plan hatched, the two of you made your way to Samwise. Frodo sat down on Sam’s left, facing the party, while you took the spot on his right, clasping your hands together on the table.

While Frodo quickly chatted with Sam, you stole your brother’s mug and drained the ale as quickly as you could without being too obvious about it. You sat the mug down with a light ‘tink’, causing Sam to look down at it and Frodo to wink at you.

“Ah think I’ll jus’ have ano’her ale.” Sam said whilst lightly glaring at you. All you did was scrunch up your nose and stick your tongue out in return. As the blonde hobbit went to stand and head off, you and Frodo caught his arms and spun him into the arms of Rosie Cotton who gladly started to dance with your older brother. You giggled behind your hand as Frodo laughed with you. You laughed out a ‘thank you’ and finally asked the ravenette where he had last seen Meriadoc Brandybuck. With a smirk and a teasing comment about being sure to invite him to the wedding, Frodo Baggins pointed you to your next search area. You bobbed and weaved between carts, tents, and pavilions as Gandalf sent off more firworks. At each one, you came up short. You padded past Gandalf’s firework cart for the third time before finally deciding to just sit and wait for Merry, and most likely Pippin too, to show themselves. You took a seat at a small table somewhat off by itself, where you sipped at your own ale and laughed as you watched Sam and Rosie twirl around. Suddenly, you heard a loud bang and the sound of a firework scream as it was launched high into the air. You turned to the sound and watched as a red explosion occurred in the sky.

Many of the gathered hobbits clapped at the display, you simply smiled, until the red lights morphed and took shape. It’s shape was that of a dragon. Your eyes widened in shock when the great display of pyrotechnics turned and came barreling towards yourself and the other party goers. You yelled in fright like many others and bolted out of your chair, immediately hitting the ground to avoid the burning display. As the great firework dragon swooped past, it seemed to light the air around it on fire as it continued forward. You looked up to watch its tail wisk past you and you caught a glimpse of Bilbo and Frodo mimicking your actions by hitting the ground.

But just as quick as it passed over head, the dragon soon swooped back into the sky where it then exploded several times and rained down red sparkles. You breathed a sigh of relief while sitting up as the other hobbits clapped and cheered once again. Now that the “danger” had passed, you burst out in a smile and began to laugh as you got to your feet, dusting the dirt off of your skirt. As your guffaws subsided, your lips were drawn into a smirk. You caught sight of Gandalf making for one of the spots where a tent had been previously near his cart and it all clicked with you. You allowed Gandalf a few minutes by capering towards where you had last seen Bilbo and Frodo. The latter was helping his uncle to his feet when you arrived and you quickly went to the other side of the elder hobbit to assist in stabilizing him.

“Oh-thank you, my dear!” Bilbo patted your forearm in appreciation and it was at that same moment that Frodo and you made eye contact. The blue eyed hobbit took in your smug expression, mimicking it with one of his own before asking,

“Merry and Pippin?” He questioned in reference to the firework dragon. You nodded, your smirk morphing into a bemused smile.

“Merry and Pippin.” You stated while gesturing with your head in the direction Gandalf had disappeared. Frodo shook his head, causing his curls to swish around erratically, before waving you off with his free hand, the other was still clapped on Bilbo’s shoulder. You giggled mirthfully and made your way back to the tents and pavilions, grabbing an apple along the way. Oh, you were going to have fun with this!

You paused beside Gandalf’s cart, thinking for a moment on where he would’ve sent the two trouble makers. With a snap of your fingers and another bite from your apple, you took off towards the tent for the dishes. You peeked around the fabric to spot Merry and Pippin begrudgingly but diligently working on cleaning the plates, bowls, forks, saucers, and everything in between that had been used up till now. Gandalf sat nearby, smoking his pipe whilst monitoring the two cousins. The gray wizard shifted his gaze from them for a brief moment as he blew smoke out of the corners of his mouth. He locked eyes with you and you sent him a small wave in return. Gandalf dipped his head in greeting, a smile forming at the edges of his lips, before looking at Merry then back to you, the same knowing look in his eyes that Frodo had earlier. Eru’s sake! Did everyone know? Your own brother hadn’t even caught on! The only people you had told were Frodo and Bilbo. Actually, the only person you had told was Frodo, Bilbo had been eavesdropping. When the older hobbit heard, he came charging out of his study, placed a firm hand on your shoulder, and wished you the best of luck. It was an odd thing to say, but you supposed you would need all the luck in the world when it came to the troublemaking Brandybuck.

You took in the singed look on Meriadoc, having to hold in your giggles at the sight of his lovely golden yellow locks standing on end and the soot covering his face. The black powder was even all over his waistcoat! That was a shame, you had been rather fond of that one, it was lovely and fun. Something you felt complimented his personality well. But it still gave him a distinguished and neat look, which you thought reflected the other side of Merry. You drew your lips together in discontent at the state of the waistcoat but brushed it aside and subconsciously licked your lips as butterflies began to take flight in your stomach. You ducked back behind the cloth and whispered a little pep talk to yourself.

“Breathe, (Y/n). You can do it. Just, be natural but fun and alluring and mysterious and playful and-this isn’t helping me.” You shook your head, and took another bite from your apple as you emerged from the other side of the tent and strolled into Pippin and Merry’s line of sight.

“Hello!” You chirped in a perky voice to catch their attention. Pippin responded with a dejected ‘hi’, continuing to scrub the plate he was working on. Merry paused in rinsing the dishes of soap to take in your appearance. His eyes trailed up from the bottom of the (f/c) dress you were wearing to your face before his lovely blue eyes locked with your own and his jaw went slack. The young Brandybuck was at a loss for words, you were stunning. Of course, he thought you looked stunning whenever he saw you, but there was something new about you tonight that really made it feel like the only word to describe you.

You stood poised for a greeting from the second hobbit but received none. You began to fidget as all Merry could do was stare. Under his gaze, you began to feel nervous. Pippin looked between your increasingly anxious form and the awe-struck Merry before elbowing his cousin in the side, causing him to huff as air was forced out of his lungs. Despite the jab in the side stealing even more of his breath away, it did the trick to get Merry to talk.

“(Y-Y/n)! Hi, uh, hello! You, ahem,” he cleared his throat before trying to continue. “You look...gorgeous!” Beneath the soot and powder, the Brandybuck began to blush and was suddenly very self aware of the state he was in. He felt as though he looked like a beggar before a queen. Merry looked at your face to gauge your reaction and was pleasantly surprised (and more than a little delighted) to find that you had a bright red blush painted across your cheeks and a small bashful smile you were attempting to hide playing on your lips. Those bright red, beautiful, soft looking, kissable lips...He shook his head to clear the, less then appropriate, thoughts from it. A lovely rouge color now flooded his face. Merry glanced down at his attire once more, taking in the unruly look that now adorned him and cringing as the weight of his actions tonight hit him. He had wanted to ask you to dance, woo you and sweep you off your feet before showering you in attention. When he was sure you would have been completely enamored by him and his charms, he was going to offer you the little ring he had picked out to ask you to court him-then he would have gone and messed with the fireworks. But no, his nerves had gotten the better of him and he had followed Pippin’s prompting into getting involved in mischief to take his mind off the anxiousness he inevitably felt around you. Anxiety mixed with glee, delight, and affection though. Ah, but now, here you were.

“-rry? Meriadoc? Did you hear me?” The hobbit was shaken out of his stupor by your gentle voice attempting to get his attention and Pippin grabbing his arm rather forcefully. Meriadoc looked up at you to see your hand reached out as if to cup his cheek and that you had taken three steps closer to him, leaning on the edge of the barrel he was working from. Merry was tempted to act as though he was still lost in his thoughts if it meant he could feel your hand against his cheek. However, the Brandybuck didn’t feel that to be any form of “right” so he attempted to respond to your questioning.

“Uh...yeah, I-well no. I didn’t hear you actually...” he cleared his throat nervously, glancing down at the slightly soapy water between you, “would you mind repeating it?” The normally confident Brandybuck was completely at your mercy as you raised your free hand to cover your mouth as you giggled. A sweet, melodic tune that sent the male hobbit’s head reeling. You stood up straight as Pippin handed you the apple you had tossed into his hands.

“Miss (Y/n) was asking if we were the ones behind the ‘display’ and if that’s why we’re doing the dishes.” Pippin piped up. Merry glanced between you and his cousin, his face growing warmer as you looked at him expectantly. He swallowed comically before answering your question with one of his own.

“Well, uh-that depends,” he began hesitantly. “Did you...like it?” The hobbit before you felt utterly foolish asking something like that but it was all he could think of.

“Welllll-“ you dragged out the ‘L’ until Pippin interrupted you.

“Were you impressed by it?” Merry felt his face flush even more at his cousin’s more direct route. He glared at the younger lad, ready to leave him behind in Farmer Maggot’s field the next time they went.

“I was, actually. Until it came barreling towards all of us that is...” Merry cringed internally and only now noticed that your hair was slightly disheveled and dirt was trapped under your nails where it hadn’t been before.

“Still, I dare say the whole incident was rather spectacular.” Eru, was it possible to blush anymore? If there was, Merry was certainly close to figuring out how. Said hobbit looked up at you with a lopsided grin. Suddenly regaining his confidence, the golden haired hobbit leaned forward on the barrel, getting slightly closer to your face. He angled his head down to meet your eyes due to your small stature, taking pride in the blush that crept up your neck, face, and stretched towards your ears. For a brief second, he thought he saw the same level intensity of his affection flash through your (e/c) eyes.

“Spectacular, huh? That’s what I-“Pippin cleared his throat in an annoyed fashion, prompting Merry to correct himself (but not without an eye roll and a laugh from you). “That’s what we were going for.”

Your eyebrow arched at that and your mouth twisted up in a smug yet playful smirk. Your words to Frodo earlier suddenly rang in your head. Unlike your brother, you were planning on putting your feelings out there, weren’t you? What better time to engage in a little flirting that pushes that agenda? You moved your hand from its resting place on your hip and gently messed with the ribbons on the bodice of your dress, it was both out of nerves and to feign non-chalance. You felt your heart pick up speed as your mind was set. You were doing this! No backing out! Your throat tried to close in on itself but you refused to let it, releasing a quiet sigh instead. you averted your eyes and attempted to ignore just how close Merry was.

“Really? Is that what you were going for? I thought you just wanted to see me lying down.” You had no clue where that comment had come from, but it did its job. The confident look on Merry’s face disappeared in an instant and you could see his adam’s apple bob as he swallowed in embarrassment. However, he didn’t move further away from you and he, albeit unsteadily, met your gaze when you continued.

“You know, Merry...” you trailed off slightly, lowering your hand to rest on the edge of the barrel again. Except, what your hand landed on, was not the barrel. You had accidentally placed your hand on top of Merry’s which was gripping the barrel with a vice grip. You flinched involuntary. Merry felt you pull your hand back slightly before hesitating, fingertips brushing ever so lightly against the back of his hand. It sent shivers up his arm and he considered grabbing your hand himself until you gently lowered your hand again and left it there. You resumed your sentence, a little more confident his time.

“If you wanted to get my attention-“ you slowly moved closer to the blue eyed hobbit before you, who mimicked your actions as if in a trance. If you were honest, that’s what it felt like. The two of you were trapped under some sort of spell that clouded your mind, heightened your senses, and made you act purely through instinct. It felt wonderful, especially knowing just by looking at Merry that he was under the same spell as you.

“You could’ve just asked me to dance.” Your noses bumped together slightly as your lips almost came together. Eru, you wanted to kiss him right now. You could do it too, he would not reject you. You knew that for a fact. It was so tempting...then you got a whiff of the soot and powder coating the hobbit and a wicked idea pushed itself to the forefront of your mind. It was tempting to kiss him, yes...but this would be funnier and was sure to keep him on his toes. Just before you put it into action, Merry spoke very softly, careful not to break the moment.

“(Y/n), may I kiss you?” Had his lips not been a millimeter away from yours, you probably would have missed it. You hummed in a questioning manner.

“Right now?” You asked, matching Merry’s tone.

“Preferably.” You hummed again in slight amusement, sliding your hand up Merry’s supporting arm till it rested on his forearm. You waited for Merry to take that as a nonverbal ‘yes’, and as soon as you felt his head move even slightly closer, you went into action. You smiled wide and pulled his arm out from under him. The poor fellow nearly planted his face in the dish water within the barrel. Pippin roared with laughter at his friend’s misfortune while Gandalf sat chucking to himself. Goodness, you’d forgotten they were there. Merry caught himself, looking at you incredulously. You grabbed his chin with the same hand you had toppled him with and held him in place as you got closer to him, partially stooping down. You giggled uncontrollably as you explained your “reasoning” to him.

“I’m sorry, Meriadoc Brandybuck, but until your face is clean; your lips shall not touch mine.” With that, you released his chin, took another bite of your apple (purposefully licking the juice off your lips as Merry watched) then you turned to leave the trio alone. You had only taken a few steps when Merry came to his wits, puffing and sputtering up a storm as he tried to go around Pippin and past the plates to catch you.

“Why you- I’ll get you for that, you tease!” Merry called after you when Gandalf stopped him from running to you. You cocked your head to the left, letting a coy smile grace your lips.

“Oh, I’m sure you will, Merry!” You scampered towards the edge of the tent, turning around the corner before replying once more. You poked your head around the edge of the tent, and made eye contact with the darling blue eyed hobbit.

“In fact, I’ll be looking forward to it!” You winked at him and ran off to rejoin the gathered hobbits of the night. As you ran off, Gandalf pointed Merry in the direction of the, by now, dry dishes. Merry sighed and went to move them, though not before pausing at the edge of the tent to spot you running over to your brother and Rosie Cotton who were enjoying a nice chat. You missed the wonderful, wide grin that stretched out over his face and you were not close enough to hear him laughing under his breath while he thought to himself.

“I’ll have you yet, you tease!”

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writings-of-a-crazy-lady · 7 years

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Forgotten

A/N: For a friend, remember. Others this weekend. @everyjourneylove

Chapter Seven

“Are we getting to the part where you meet the dwarves, Uncle?” a young Frodo squirmed on the carpet, his friends all still listening intently. They all came over as soon as schooling was finished, Bilbo making sure to spread out the parts of the story. Even his best friend, young Sam, was the most interested, focusing on him intently.

“Of course, Frodo. You see, after the Elves were comfortable with Dalura’s healing, they escorted her here, to the Shire. And you should have seen my reaction when I met her,” Bilbo leaned back in his favorite armchair, memories flooding his mind. Yes, quite a scandal that day was. A young woman, with a lot of dark hair covered in beads, standing next to Lord Elrond. He had never met his cousin, only heard about her from stories given by other family members.

“What was your reaction, Mr. Bilbo?”

“Honestly, Samwise, it was shock,” Bilbo started. “She was quite a sight for us and even more so with a bow in hand and arrows strapped to her back. Not many Hobbits had ever seen such a small archer.”

“Maybe I can be an archer,” Pippin jumped in next, standing excitedly at the idea. Merry, instead, shot him down, telling him how he would probably trip over a rock before he ever got a shot off.

“Now boys, let’s not argue. Anyone can be an archer,” Bilbo leaned forward, clasping his hands together. “And trust me, we always needed one. But before I can tell you about that, we need to get to the part where she snuck her way into our little adventure.”

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Hard soles hitting ground interrupted the early morning noise as a female Halfling dashed down the familiar paths. She radiated from the smile on her lips, a box clutched tightly to her chest as she made her way to her dear cousin’s home. It was a tradition that started over the years, one that her cousin was happy to participate in if it only got her to smile. And this year, she hoped he would still do it regardless of the other Hobbits murmurings of her other side.

“Bilbo!” her voice rang out into the crisp morning air as she arrived at the newly painted door to her cousin Bilbo’s home. She didn’t even bother to knock, quickly pushing open the door to enter his small little hole in the ground.

“Bilbo?”

No answer came as she stepped further in, her eyes widening at the sight before her. His home, which was normally tidy beyond compare of the others, was completely ransacked. Blankets were strewn throughout and in the kitchen, a pile of dishes and china that more than likely need cleaning. His fireplace still radiated heat from being used from the night. But, what company did he keep? Bilbo was a very reclusive Hobbit.

“Dalura,” an out of breath tone made the woman turn, her eyes wide. Bilbo came out of a room, a sack tied to his back and traveling clothes on. Clutched to his chest was a long piece of parchment, a letter of some sort. She felt her heart almost shatter as she realized in those few seconds that whatever happened was making her dear cousin leave her.

“I see,” she murmured, nothing else leaving her lips as she set the ornate box down. Her fingers shook as she avoided his gaze, unsure of how to react.

“Dalura, what’s the matter?” Bilbo asked, before looking at his dress. “Oh, this. No, I won’t be gone long.”

“Then what happened cousin,” she asked, looking over the home. “Who was here?”

“Oh, just a wizard and some dwarves.”

“Dwarves!” her gaze snapped to him, a smile breaking out over her face. Bilbo nodded, quickly going through his things for other scant objects. Dalura was behind him, asking questions.

“What were they here for? Where are they from? Erebor? The Blue Mountains? Any news?”

“Dalura, calm down! I know you lost your memory but not all dwarves will know of you,” Bilbo stuffed something into his pockets, meeting her eyes. “But they want to reclaim Erebor from the dragon. You know the story.”

“Then what’s with the…..oh!” she covered her mouth, staring excitedly at him. “You are going with, aren’t you?”

Bilbo paused before looking at his cousin, the one he had grown attached too. He remembered the day she arrived in the Shire. She had looked so defeated and lost, unsure of where she came from or who she was aside from being related to his family. The only thing she knew of for sure was being found severely injured in Erebor. It took months for her to heal with the Elves care and after training to defend herself properly at her request, many more before she arrived here. Since then, all rumors of passing dwarves got the young woman bustling through town asking all sorts of questions. She even wanted to leave the Shire on her own, which Bilbo promptly protested. She may be adept with a dagger and a bow, but he would never forgive himself if she did get hurt.

“No,” Bilbo quickly sputtered out more as Dalura suddenly busied herself with a sack, packing away little necessities before grabbing another pair of his clothes.

“Dalura, no! You are not coming!”

“And why not? Why do you get the adventure?!” she yelled before slamming the door to change.

“This will be dangerous, Dalura! And with a bunch of men!”

“Then I’ll wear a cloak and hide my face! They won’t know I’m a woman if that is what you fear!”

“You could die!”

“So can you!”

“Dalura, please! I don’t want to risk losing you over a silly adventure!” Bilbo heard a pause from the other side of the door, his eyes frantically searching the wood. But he did not wait long for the door opened suddenly, his cousin standing in the doorway with her hands on her hips. He knew then that he lost by the look of frustration on her face as she slung the sack over her shoulder, eyes blazing fire.

“Bilbo Baggins, if you think for one second that I will allow you to leave me here, then think again. I do not belong here, you know this,” she sighed, rubbing at her eyes. “And it’s my birthday, remember? You always do my hair on my birthday.”

Bilbo opened his mouth to retort but he knew the words she spoke were true. He never once missed her birthday or missed adding the beads of her Dwarven heritage into her hair. Though the others spoke ill of her hair, Bilbo would do anything to see her smile.

“Oh very well,” Bilbo sighed. Perhaps the company wouldn’t mind a fourteenth member. Especially one that was trained to fight, unlike him.

“Well,” Bilbo saw that she hadn’t moved, blinking her eyes owlishly. “Come on! We must be off to your home to get the rest of your gear before running off into the wilderness.”

Dalura squealed in excitement, her arms slinging around Bilbo’s neck. She managed to grab the box she arrived with after releasing him, stuffing it into the sack she carried.

“Thank you! Thank you, thank you, thank you!” she grabbed his hand before taking off out of his home, running down the path toward her own.

“I’ll be quick!” she ducked into the door, Bilbo standing at it worriedly.

“Cousin, don’t forget to find something to hide your…um…”

“Figure?”

“Yes,” Bilbo blushed. “That.”

“On it!” her sing song voice made him pause as she dashed past the doorway, pulling a rather baggy looking tunic over her head to go with the other. She also slipped on a pair of gloves to hide her hands. It only took a few seconds for her to collect her bow, dagger, and a cloak as she promised. She wore boots on her feet now, a pair she arrived with and had been designed for her by the Elves that took care of her. Securing the cloak around her shoulders, Bilbo watched as she placed it over her head, the hood effectively hiding her face from anyone around. She strapped the weapons on her, the dagger at her waist and her bow over her shoulders. Bilbo was going to ask about arrows but she suddenly procured some from a hiding place, strapping it to her back before slinging the sack over her shoulders.

“Ready!” she cheered, which Bilbo did agree. She was ready for travel and no one would know that she was indeed a female. Except…

“Dalura, your voice-“

“I’m mute, Bilbo. We can use that story,” she giggled. Bilbo nodded before they ran off in the direction he only hoped the dwarves traveled in, praying that they were not too late.

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“WAIT!”

The company of Dwarves stopped, each turning to see a Hobbit suddenly running toward them, the contract flying in the air. What they didn’t expect to see was another person following close behind, just as small, but different than the normal Hobbit. And this one, some mused, prepared for battle.

“I signed it,” Bilbo muttered when he caught up. The other didn’t react, merely kept their head down. The others began to murmur to each other, wondering why the person hid their face from them.

“Who’s your companion, Bilbo?” a tall individual asked. Bilbo paused before glancing at the person, suddenly unsure. They hadn’t chosen a name for her disguise. Something they completely forgot.

“Oh, um, this is…is….Tonks. S…..Serid Tonks!” Bilbo smiled, hooking his thumbs into the straps on his chest. The individual flinched before giving a nod. “He heard of adventure and wanted to come. Decided it would help with his memory, since he lost it in a battle.”

Dalura didn’t react but was tempted to smack Bilbo on the head for his blubbering. This was becoming troublesome even more so, as the others seemed a bit untrusting.

“We have no time for random travelers,” a deep voice gained her attention, making her look toward the front of the company. A dwarf with dark hair streaked with grey glared at her, making her uncomfortable. But he did seem familiar to her, like she knew him…

“Probably after treasure,” someone else grumbled. Dalura responded by giving a very loud snort before waving her hand, showing that treasure was not her concern. The stares she got was enough to make her want to break character.

“Can the lad not speak?” another asked. Dalura used her fingers, holding two up before closing them together to look as if something was cut. Her tongue was the idea.

“I know,” Bilbo started suddenly, “that you all think sh..Serid won’t be a valued member but he was trained to fight. Very good with a bow and dagger. And he doesn’t require much, especially not payment.”

“Then why come?” a younger dwarf asked. Dalura smacked her head with her knuckle, Bilbo answering.

“Lost his memory, he did. So any way to get it back, he is willing to do. Even if it costs him his life.”

“I think we can afford another member of the company. One adept in battle,” the tall one murmured, obviously amused. It took only a few seconds before the others nodded in agreement. And the idea of not having to share any treasure was an added bonus.

“Give him a contract,” the head of the company growled, looking away from the group. “And give them both ponies!”

“Oh no, no, it’s okay. I can wa – OW!” Bilbo touched the back of his head, Dalura having smacked him. She snorted again before approaching one of the final 2 ponies, swinging herself up. Bilbo still protested until 2 individuals arrived on either side of him, lifting him up and placing him on the other pony. Dalura tried very hard to not laugh at him with how stiffly he sat upon the pony. She knew this trip would be very interesting.

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