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There was a knock at the door of what was normally a quiet hobbit hole in the peaceful green Shire. Bilbo steeled himself for what might be on the other side seeing as his kitchen was already filled with thirteen dwarves and wizard who had arrived at his home in much the same manner. He did not expect what he found on the other side of the door in the slightest, his eyes going wide as they trailed over the newest arrival.

You stood only a few inches taller than him in a long very dark purple cloak that fell completely around your form to entirely conceal what lied beneath, your hair pulled back into a loose knot at the nape of your neck.

You offered him a small secretive grin, “I do hope they haven’t caused too much trouble for you Mr. Baggins, I find that dwarves easily forget their manners if they even had any to begin with.”

He was still sort of just staring at you but you didn’t seem to notice, pulling off your cloak to offer a small bow, “(F/n)(L/n) at your service. If there is anything I can do to help please let me know.”

He just sort of nodded as you folded your cloak over your arm carefully, not wanting to burden your host with it, and a pair of voices rang out behind him, “(F/n)! When did you get here?”

Fili and Kili had already pushed past him to sweep you into a sandwich hug as you answered, “Just now,” with a giggle.

They pulled away to frown at you and Kili noted, “You’ve missed dinner.”

You let out a lilting laugh the seemed almost like music to Bilbo’s ears and then offered, “As long as you still have a some lager and a cup of tea I’ll manage just fine.”

“I believe that can be arranged. You’re late.” Gandalf stated ducking his head to join you in entry room just as Fili took your cloak from you and threw it at Bilbo, causing it to fall over his head.

“Fili!” you hissed, shooting him a glare as you turned to tug your cloak from Bilbo’s face.

When you had finally freed him of it you reached forward to straighten his hair, “Please accept my apologies Mr. Baggins. They really aren’t all that bad when you get to know them.”

You flashed him a quick grin and then spun to throw your arms around Gandalf’s neck, taking full advantage of the fact that he had to stoop in the small hallways of the hobbit hole, “Hello Gandalf.”

He chuckled opting to pat your back rather than attempt to return your hug in the small space, “Hello my dear. Now that you’re here we can properly begin.”

You released him to frown, “Am I the last?”

Gandalf nodded as Kili teased, “Even Thorin managed to make it here before you.”

“What was so important you had to keep us waiting?” Fili added, playfully poking your side.

You giggled, batting him away, “I had some business to take care of that took a bit longer than I would have liked.”

Gandalf quirked an eyebrow at you, “You didn’t run into any trouble I hope.”

You offered him a wide grin, “I would say that trouble ran into me, regretfully so on it’s part.”

Before he could answer, you had bounded into the other room, Fili and Kili close behind, and were offering greetings to the rest of the dwarves. Bilbo took the moment to look you over. Now that your cloak was off, he could see you were wearing a long cream tunic with two loose belts thrown around your waist to keep it from ridding up and dark gray form fitting pants tucked into light weight but hefty looking boots. There was a short sword on either hip and rune-covered wristlets on both your wrists.

Your features were delicate and your form slender so he reasoned that you likely weren’t a dwarf, your size ruled out you being an elf, and you certainly weren’t a hobbit with tiny feet like that. Human was the conclusion he came to, a very short human.

When you came to Thorin you bowed deeply, “My apologies for holding you up, Thorin, please do begin without me as I will only be a minute.”

He inclined his head toward you indicating you were forgiven and you returned to the entryway passing Gandalf in the doorway as you went. You gave Bilbo a little push toward the company, “You’ll want to hear this bit.”

He furrowed his brow at you but did as you requested, going to stand behind Thorin, and you quickly kneeled to pull off your boots before removing your swords and placing one in each boot, point down.

When Bilbo glanced at you as he moved to provide more light to the group at the table, you were gently placing your muddy boots next to the door where they wouldn't make anymore of a mess and then scooped up some of the fallen cloaks and coats from the floor to hang them on the nearby hooks. A small smile made its way to his face as he thought to himself, ‘Finally someone with manners.’

He returned to the table with a candle and nearly dropped it when you padded up silently behind him and placed a hand on his shoulder, muffling a giggle at his reaction with the other. Gandalf gave you a look that said be serious but there was a small smile playing at his lips and you settled in between him and Dwalin.

You observed quietly for the rest of the conversation on the lonely mountain and its winged guardian, you’d heard it all before and watching Bilbo and the dwarves was far more informative.

It wasn’t until Gandalf finished roaring about Bilbo’s worth as a burglar that you spoke up, “I agree with Gandalf. When given the chance Mr. Baggins will make a fantastic burglar.”

Dori piped up, “Why can’t you be our burglar?”

“Dori’s right! (F/n) is dangerously light on her feet.” came a call from Fili.

“And she can handle a weapon.” added Ori.

You were shaking your head, looking to Gandalf for help, “I’m afraid I am far less suited to the job than you believe. The dragon would sense my presence almost immediately.”

The dwarves began to argue over the validity of this until Thorin slammed his fist on the table, “Gandalf has chosen the hobbit. He shall be our burglar and that is final.”

Bilbo looked over the contract with Bofur explaining incineration to him and you could see the hobbit start to wobble, hissing at Bofur, “Quit it would you? You’re frightening the poor man.”

You had just taken a step towards Bilbo when he fainted and you dropped to your knees to pull him into your lap, glaring at the dwarf, “Was that really necessary Bofur?”

Bilbo came too to a pair of silver flecked eyes looking down at him with concern and for a moment wondered if he was dreaming until you asked, “Are you alright, Bilbo?”

One of the dwarves hefted him up and Gandalf offered you a hand so that you could gracefully lift yourself from the floor and then usher Bilbo to a chair. You left him with Gandalf, hoping to keep the dwarves from causing any more trouble while he convinced him to come along on your adventure. You frowned when he walked off a moment later, looking to Gandalf with questioning eyes, he gave his head a single shake in response and you sighed, going to the window in the kitchen to look out and think.

When Bilbo stirred the next morning his house was empty, every single room without hide or hair of a dwarf except for the signed contract on a small table next to heaping plate of honey cakes with a note tucked underneath it- “Your hospitality and consideration were much appreciated. I offer my gratitude and best wishes for your future on behalf of the entire company. – (F/n) (L/n)”

He ran a finger over the elegant swirls of your signature and then looked to the signed contract, making a sudden decision.

He was going on an adventure.