Deviation Actions
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---All credits goes to J. R. R. Tolkien, who wrote the hobbit. I was inspired by him, and I also love the movie, it’ll be based on half/half---
You were sleeping peacefully under the branches of a beech tree. You awake by the sound of wings flapping. You open your eyes and see a silver bird land at your feet. There is a letter tied to its foot, you let it jump onto your finger and remove the letter. It said:
Dear (y/n),
Please go to Hobbiton, meet me at the house on Bagend with the sign on it. There you will meet me, thirteen dwarves and a Hobbit, Mister Baggins. I will need you on yet another quest, (y/n). Please return Star to me when you get there.
Gandalf the Grey
You glanced at the bird, “Your name’s Star, then?” you sighed, could you really help Gandalf? You wanted to go so bad, so you nodded to yourself, and let the bird sit on your shoulder. You were finally on another adventure. Where would you go?
*Time Skipping* ‘The Unexpected Party’
You’d sensed the rune mark before you saw it. Turning on Bagend, you realised that you were just the height to enter the homes. Gandalf had a good habit of not being specific, the houses went on and on, he might as well have sent a riddle to make you more irritated. You knocked on the wrong door twice, they pointed down, so further and further you went, until you found the rune as clear as black and white. You paused, seeing two dwarves knock on the door; it had to be Mister Baggins’ home. You let them go in first, a few moments after; you walked up to the door, and knocked feebly, trembling in the cold. You wore a thick black cloak, with a cotton jumper over your shirt; you had baggy trousers that were tucked into leather boots. The door opened to reveal a man who was at least an inch smaller than you.
“Let me guess, another dwarf?” he said, chirping like a bird.
You shook your head, “Half dwarf,” you corrected. “Are you Mister Baggins?” he replied sharply. “May I come in?”
Two younger dwarves behind the Hobbit looked at you, the burnet dwarf smiling. “By all means,” the Hobbit slid to the side, letting you in. You hung your black cloak up on the closest wooden hook. You stood there for a second.
“And what’s the lady’s name then?” the blonde dwarf asked. You looked at him, scanning in his looks. You sighed.
“My name’s (y/n),” you replied.
“Foreign, are we?” you nodded. Another knock came at the door, you slipped into the living room, to the warmth before the next pair of dwarves saw you. There were four dwarves in the living room; they all talked warmly with each other. You wanted to sink into the walls with the awkwardness. You realised Star was at the window outside, it’d been pretty quiet since it accompanied you two days ago. The dwarves all had food and drink; you sat there disgusted by the way they ate.
Another five arrived at the door, all names similar and chimed one after the other like it was planned before. You stood by the fire as you regained feeling in your fingers. Your eyes stayed on the old carpet; roses were sewed beautifully, and carefully gone over with thin threads of gold. Food and drink grew on the kitchen table, voices got louder and crowded. A few moments later, another knock made Mister Baggins seriously angry. He stormed down the hall and to the door; the only voice I recognised was Gandalf. You slipped out of the living room and into the hall. Gandalf smiled and greeted the Hobbit—so his name was Bilbo. You smiled as Gandalf took notice of you.
“Dear friend, I’m glad you agreed to come.” Gandalf said.
“I couldn’t say no, I was bored anyway.” You admitted. You accompanied Gandalf into the living room, hearing the dwarves singing. Gandalf sat in the corner smoking and you at the door next to him. “They’re good singers,” you mentioned.
“Huh—oh yes, they seem quite cheery.” You couldn’t help laughing, you tried to calm yourself. You suppressed laughter with a huge grin. You caught the eye of the brunet dwarf; he smiled at you, flashing his white teeth. You blushed, looking away, “Now, now (y/n).” Gandalf chuckled, “That’s Kili, second youngest.”
You almost passed out, “W-who’s that? Which one is Kili?” you acted dumb.
“Hah—you cannot fool me, child. Kili’s a good lad, you should talk to him.”
“No!” you exclaim before everyone finished the song. Bilbo stood staring as all the plates were stacked and sorta clean—licked by Bombur—and a roll of laughter shook the floors. There was a heavy thudding on the front door, everyone went silent and looked to the hall.
“He’s here,” Gandalf said low. Gandalf was the one to open the door, letting in a draft. You peeked round to see the last of the company. He was a dangerous and scary looking dwarf. The side of his lip curved up into an ironic smile.
“Gandalf.” He said. “I thought you said this place would be easy to find,” you knew what he meant. “Got lost…twice, if it weren’t for that mark on the door—”
You could hear Bilbo’s protests, and Gandalf cut through, closing the door. He admitted to putting the mark on the door, and then paused. Gandalf introduced Bilbo to Thorin. Thorin looked at Bilbo like he was going to eat him, he could perfectly do that.
“So, this is the Hobbit.” You stood behind the dwarf Kili, who flinched when he realised you were next to him. You were always a silent walker. Thorin suddenly started asking questions. You raised your eyebrows when he replied he can play a mean game of conquers—*dunno the spelling of it*. You heard Kili and Fili smirk, “Thought as much, more like a grocer than a fighter.” He turned and glanced at his followers. They chuckled in their low voices. He caught glance of me.
“And Miss (f/n-l/n).”
“The half-ling,” Gandalf nodded. “What about you? Experience of fighting?” you stood forward.
“Yea, I found orcs and other things. I’ve been on a few missions with Gandalf.”
He nodded, “Weapon of choice?”
“Bow and blades.” you said firmly. You felt Kili and the other dwarves’ eyes on you. “I came here soully on request of Gandalf.”
“Very well,” Thorin said, before entering the kitchen. They followed after him. You stuck behind with Gandalf and Bilbo.
“He’s…something.” You said.
“Yes, quite a bad guest.” Bilbo said, as he returned to the kitchen and prepared Thorin’s food. You helped Bilbo in tense silence; you stayed in the kitchen until you heard a riot of dwarvish voices. You returned to the table where they all stood suddenly silent. Thorin began a speech of the map that lay before them. It resembled any other map, but just of higher quality. He ranted on about the dragon Smaug. It was the first you had heard of a dragon in this mission. What stopped the cheers in agreement was one of the older dwarves.
“You have forgotten that the passage is sealed, there is no way into the mountain.” That was when Gandalf decided to take out a heavy looking dwarvish key. Thorin gazed at it surprised. You watched as it all played out, Kili kept glancing up at you, and then back at Thorin when he spoke. You felt the room shift as Thorin was handed the key, he held it carefully, like a flower bud. You saw Bilbo watch from behind, you caught his eye. He looked at you impatient, you didn’t share the same feelings, but you felt sympathy for him.
You sat through in the hall, in the living room, falling asleep slowly. You were going to the Misty Mountains, and you were going to defeat a dragon.
