En'i'Elen
By Eugania Parvani

Summary: AU. Bilbo Baggins is a respectable hobbit leading a normal life, until one day a tall wizard invites him to partake on an adventure. Declining such an invitation makes no difference to the wizard as Bilbo finds his house invaded by dwarves and his garden ruined by a mysterious woman who fell from sky.

A/N: This story has very similar beginnings to the original Hobbit book/film, though the story will soon develop into a different tale. This story tells the tale of a different adventure regarding Bilbo, Gandalf and the dwarves. Because the original story revolves much around Thorin and his background, he will be absent from this tale. The city of Dale, Laketown and Erebor will also not be present. This is an AU.

However, the other twelve dwarves will be present; as well as a new addition: my original character. She will be taking the place of Thorin, in a sense. The tale's adventure focuses on her story in the place of Thorin's. While some may be sad to see Thorin not in this story, others will be happy to see a different take on the other characters they know and love partaking on a completely new adventure that will test personal strengths and new relationships.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own The Hobbit or its characters. This is purely a fan's piece of work. Enjoy! Always remember to review and let me know what you think!

**This is the revised version, thanks for following!

There once lived a hobbit in a hole. This hobbit was simply an ordinary hobbit, partaking in nothing peculiar and did many of the activities found perfectly normal amongst fellow hobbits. What is there not to enjoy in the finer activities in life? There was nothing ever better than simply enjoying a good meal, smoking on one's pipe and toiling in the garden on a summer afternoon.

This hobbit in particular was named Bilbo Baggins and he resided within a hill, his house crafted in the most typical of ways. The front door was of sturdy walnut, carved in a circular style and the house and its décor were styled in a warm and inviting fashion. Bilbo could often be found sitting in his favorite armchair besides the hearth of his fire reading his books and carrying himself deep into contemplation.

A boring and meaningless life to some, Bilbo, in addition to most hobbits, enjoyed this quiet lifestyle. One could expect the day's occurrences. One could expect that nothing unexpected was to happen and each and every day brought about a comforting sense of familiarity and predictability. To desire a different lifestyle would brand you both foolish and odd.

On this day specifically, Bilbo could not be found resting within the solitude of his armchair. Instead he could be found enjoying a beautiful day on a bench in front of his home, his eyes closed and a pipe within his hand. It would be on this particular day that Bilbo's very ordinary life would quite suddenly become extraordinary.

As smoke left Bilbo's lips from the latest drag he took from his long pipe, he kept his eyes closed to fully immerse himself in the combination of the hazy smoke and the unsullied Shire air. Though such immersion then came to a rather impulsive halt as his smoked took on the odd formation of a moth, fluttering to him and flicking him unexpectedly against his nose.

Brought back to reality, Bilbo opened his eyes and looked to the tall figure that now stood before him. The elderly man wore long gray robes and a tall pointed hat. Though this confused him, Bilbo was a hobbit of decided decorum and simply said, "Good morning."

The man, whom possessed a long gray beard, finally spoke, "What do you mean? Do you mean to wish me a good morning, or do you mean that it is a good morning whether I want it or not?" He looked down to the hobbit and further questioned, "Or, perhaps you mean to say that you feel good on this particular morning. Or are you simply stating that this is a morning to be good on?"

Poor Bilbo had never received such a lengthy answer at any time prior, his eyes narrowed as he thought to himself which scenario was correct and could only come to one final conclusion, "All of them at once, I suppose."

The old man eyed the hobbit, his stare watching him with what appeared to be some variety of disapproval. Bilbo could feel such sentiments but remained puzzled, for he, for the life of him, could not figure out who this man was. Bilbo peered side to side as if it might warrant an explanation, thought when none came he asked him, "Can I help you?"

"That remains to be seen." The old man swallowed. "I'm looking for someone to share in an adventure." The stranger stood silently for a moment, his hands clasped tightly around his staff, which to Bilbo's eyes looked like nothing more than a common walking stick.

"An adventure?" Bilbo's eyes narrowed once more, repeating the old man's words as if not fully comprehending their meaning. However, upon realizing that the elder was quite serious, Bilbo became unmistakably perturbed and accusatory. "Now, I don't imagine anyone west of Bree would have much interest in adventures." To combat such uneasiness, Bilbo stood and walked with wide strides to his mailbox, "Nasty, disturbing, uncomfortable things. Make you late for dinner, mhmm."

Bilbo pulled out the contents of his mailbox and began to sort through the various letters one by one, grumbling beneath his breath while his pipe remained clenched between his teeth. As he noticed the tall man continued to stand before his gate, Bilbo remained ever anxious and turned around to walk himself inside. "Good morning," he simply stated once more to maintain an assured level of propriety.

His steps were soon halted by the man's voice, "To think that I should have lived to be good-morninged by Belladonna Took's son, as if I were selling buttons at the door."

Bilbo turned around, more curious than ever, "Beg your pardon?"

"You've changed, and not entirely for the better, Bilbo Baggins." He replied to the hobbit.

Bilbo was tentative about the emotions cycling through him. While clearly vexed with the old man, he was still moreover inquisitive as to his intentions and why he insisted on bothering the poor hobbit whom only had wished to enjoy a quiet afternoon alone, "I'm sorry, do I know you?"

A small smile had somewhat developed across the face of the old man, "Well, you know my name, although you don't remember I belong to it. I'm Gandalf! And Gandalf means," he paused searching for an answer, "me."

"Gandalf…" Bilbo said aloud to himself, as if doing so would aid in remembering a memory now lost to him. Bilbo then suddenly realized, "Not Gandalf, the wandering wizard? Who made such excellent fireworks!" Bilbo laughed slightly, pointing his pipe to the wizard. He was somewhat surprised with himself that he was able to recollect such a thing. "Old Took used to have them on Midsummer's Eve!" He laughed again. "Well, I had no idea you were still in business."

The wizard now identified as Gandalf seemed rather annoyed at this point, "And where else should I be?"

Bilbo continued to puff on his pipe, humming to himself and thinking of what to say. This was a most confusing situation that required a great deal of thought, much of which Bilbo was finding he could not grasp.

Gandalf shrugged the situation off, accepting the truth that Bilbo's memory was not as keen as the wizard had initially hoped it would be. "Well, I'm pleased to find you remember something about me, even if it's only my fireworks." The wizard adjusted himself where he stood and gave the hobbit a firm nod, "Well that's decided. It will be very good for you, and most amusing for me. I shall inform the others."

As Bilbo's nerves began to grow calm, the contents burning in his pipe being mostly responsible, Gandalf's words quickly brought him back to the abrupt feelings of anxiety that had been brought to him upon Gandalf's first arrival, "Inform the who? What? No. No. No! Wait!" Bilbo waved his arms about frantically, gesturing to the tall wizard with his pipe, saying sternly, "We do not want any adventures here, thank you. Not today, not hmm..." Bilbo continued to appear hysterical and cut himself off, "I suggest you try over the Hill or across the Water. Good morning!"

The hobbit hastily turned around, finally having enough of the confusion, and walked right inside his hobbit hole, closing the door behind him. Now inside and with his back towards the door, Bilbo's pointed ears could hear a strange noise. The noise was quiet, yet he could distinctly here something, despite being doubtful of its source.

On the other side, unbeknownst to the hobbit, Gandalf was setting his plans into motion. He was doing just this by using the edge of his staff to etch a symbol onto Bilbo's door. When finished, the symbol began to glow a brilliant blue. Bilbo's curiosity getting the better of him only further, he peeked out the window to see if he might catch a glance at what the tricky wizard was up to. Though, he was only greeted by the magnified eye of the wizard, peering in at him. Bilbo squeaked slightly, jumping back behind another wall in a considerable amount of alarm. After looking out a separate window, Bilbo could finally see Gandalf leaving the premises.

This symbol marked the beginning of Bilbo's new life.

Night time fell elegantly upon the Shire and Bilbo was doing his best to move swiftly passed the bizarre events that occurred earlier in the day. At first struggling to do so, he found that once the smell of fish being cooked atop his stove reached his nose, all worries were miles away.

Placing the cooked fish onto a plate, Bilbo took a profound breath inward, inhaling its fishy fragrance with much delight. The hobbit reached for a halved lemon and squeezed it over the fish.

Though it was nighttime, Bilbo suddenly noticed a bright light shining through the windows. He turned, looking over his shoulder and, as mere seconds passed, the light began to grow brighter and brighter. With a frustrated grunt, Bilbo stood from his seat at the table and marched over to his window. Now wearing his colorful robe, Bilbo tied it around his waist and exclaimed, "Now, what!?"

Bilbo opened his back door and poked his head out, thinking he'd catch a glimpse at what was causing the bright light. Nothing. Not a single person. It was shortly after that he realized the bright light seemed to be coming from the sky. He then completely stepped out and walked towards his garden, which was located just a few hundred feet away from his actual home.

His head peered wondrously up at the night sky, entirely filled with stars as well as a sight that bewildered him. It appeared as though some ball of light was approaching him at faster and faster speeds. Was this a falling star, he thought? His eyes gazed in awe, for he had never beheld such a sight before in his entire life. He had heard of falling stars, but to his knowledge such occurrences could only be seen streaking high up into the actual sky. As far as he was concerned, falling stars did not literally fall.

It did not take but a moment to realize that it was not wise to stand where he was standing. Though beautiful to look at, this star, or whatever it was, was falling to the ground and would completely decimate him if he were not to move.

Bilbo began to frantically step side to side, not at all entirely convinced which direction to head right away. Eventually his brain caught up with his feet and he ran back into his house. He huddled himself into a corner, clinging his knees to his chest and covering his ears with both of his hands. With his eyes clenched tightly shut, a large clatter was heard followed shortly thereafter with the ground vibrating.

Following the thunderous bang there was silence. Too much silence. A sort of silence that one experiences when it feels as though one is the only living creature left on the planet. Bilbo stood and took slow steps towards his back door. Part of him wanted desperately to investigate what lay just beyond the door. The other part of him knew that if he did, he might not like what he sees.

The Took in him prevailed, though with great reluctance, as Bilbo apprehensively twisted the knob and pulled the door open. And indeed, he was horrified by what he saw. This utter horror overpowered any fear that claimed him; for without any further ado, Bilbo ran outside and began to exclaim, "My garden! My tomatoes! My roses!" Bilbo began to inspect what remained of his beloved garden as half of its contents were now engulfed in small flames and the other half was now a black, burnt mess.

He whined in disapproval, realizing very quickly how much damage had been done. He placed his hands on his hips and watched as the smoke began to clear. In the center of what used to be his garden was a small crater. He was not sure if his eyes were playing tricks on him, but he could swear he could see a person lying within the center of the new crater. "Oh, dear…" he said softly, quickly approaching the crater and peeping at what was inside.

To his great concern and surprise there was indeed a person within the crater. The gentle-hobbit within him hastily hopped inside the crater, devoid of any fear and overtaken with worry. The figure before him was that of a young woman. She was very similar in height in comparison to Bilbo, though she was clearly not a hobbit. He leaned over somewhat, examining her. He wasn't certain whether she was dead or merely unconscious.

Now certain she was not a hobbit, he was trying to figure out 'what' exactly she was. She was unlike anything he'd ever seen before, not that he called himself well-travelled. For one, while she did have the pointed ears, they were more delicate than the wider ears of a hobbit. The second thing he noted was that her feet were smaller than that of a hobbit and had no visible hair on them. Her skin was an olive-tan color and her hair was long, lustrous and black. This was very alien to him for, to his knowledge, no one in Middle Earth possessed such qualities. While there were many races, most were born with inheritably ashen skin. This was not the case with the woman that lay before him.

Another strange observance was her attire and how ragged it appeared. It was in two pieces, one that wrapped around her bosom, and a second piece that wrapped around her waist. The fabric appeared to be made from some form of animal hide and around her ankle he noticed a single braided rope tied neatly.

While millions of questions began to race through his mind, he placed the back of his hand towards the young woman's nose. Bilbo could feel a faint amount of air escaping her nostrils. Whoever she was, she was alive. Though she was clearly a stranger to him, he was thankful she was not dead in his garden. The next step was to attempt to rouse her to wake up.

Bilbo patted her gently on the cheek, "Excuse me, miss. Miss?" No movement, no response. He wasn't sure what properties were at work here, but to him it made a great deal of sense than anyone to fall victim to such a massive fall would undoubtedly not be up and about right away.

Though, come to think of it, what variety of woman falls from the night sky? How does a person survive both a great fall and being surrounded by flames? Magic or trickery of some sort, he concluded. He didn't approve at all and the entire situation was driving him utterly mad. This had to be someone's idea of a cruel joke.

Before he could figure out what to do, with his back door hanging wide open, he could hear the sound of a loud and boisterous ring at his front door. "You have got to be kidding me!" He cried. He peered at the girl for a moment longer, not sure if it was appropriate to leave her here for a moment. Deciding he would return after answering the door, he quickly hopped out of the crater and ran to the front door.

Upon opening the door Bilbo saw before him another odd sight. A dwarf. What could a dwarf possibly want with a hobbit in the Shire? The dwarf was burly, his beard full and the top of his head absolutely bald. The dwarf spoke, his voice deep and menacing, "Dwalin, at your service."

Bilbo parted his lips to speak, nothing coming out right away. Though finally, all he could manage to say in reply was, "Bilbo Baggins, at yours." Much to Bilbo's dismay, the dwarf called Dwalin stepped right inside his house without approval or invitation. This sort of behavior was very foreign to the hobbit, which made him question, "D…do we know each other?"

Dwalin paid little attention to the hobbit, not even so much as glancing his way. The dwarf's eyes peered around, searching for something that Bilbo was unaware of. "No. Which way, laddie? Is it down here?"

Bilbo blinked, visibly perplexed. "I..is what down where?" he stammered.

Dwalin then suddenly dropped some of the items he had been carrying on the floor before him, and tossing the rest into Bilbo's grasp. Bilbo, busy processing what was happening, did not give much thought as he caught the items. "Supper. He said there'd be food. And lots of it."

"H…He said? Who said?" Bilbo questioned. He followed the dwarf as he made his way instinctively down the hall and into the kitchen. The dwarf must've smelled the fish, Bilbo thought.

Dwalin, without any hesitation took a seat right before Bilbo's plate. As Bilbo set the remainder of this dwarf's items down, he excused himself for a moment, having other plans of checking on the strange girl amidst what was left of his garden.

When Bilbo found himself back at the crater, he became extraordinarily troubled when he came to find that the mysterious woman was nowhere to be found. Had she disappeared entirely or did he simply imagine the entire thing? The latter did not convince him, for certainly because there indeed was still a crater before him, the woman who initially caused it must have surely still been real. He sighed heavily and stood, heading back inside to see if perhaps the dwarf may have saved him some food.

As he was about to reach the kitchen, he heard what sounded like the clamor of a pan, followed by the sound of something hitting the floor. He froze in his steps, his heartbeat quickening. The hobbit ever so slightly peeped his head around the corner. What he held before his eyes was the sight of the dwarf passed out on the floor. Atop the table, on the other hand, was the mysterious woman. Though now, not unconscious, she was very much awake.

The woman threw the pan onto the floor and was crouching on top of the table, leaning over the plate and was violently eating the remainder of Bilbo's fish dinner. It was like watching some sort of vicious animal devouring its prey. Her hair was matted and wild, which only further added to her appearance of being undomesticated. He watched her for a good moment, before he heard the floorboard beneath him creak. He grimaced at the noise, because he realized she too heard it.

The mysterious woman dropped the fish bone and looked up; she remained very still and appeared incredibly alert. It reminded Bilbo of deer he had seen in the forest, graceful yet very scared and vulnerable. Bilbo figured he could not remain afraid in his home forever. He was very uncertain as to how this was all going to turn out, but he knew it was his only option.

Bilbo cautiously made his way around the corner and into the kitchen to make his presence known. His arms clung to the wall as if it might aid in protecting him. The woman stayed crouched atop the table, her eyes watching him cautiously for any sudden movements. She had some flakes of fish around her lip from where she had eaten the fish, as well as some greasy residue. She was certainly an interesting creature, whoever or whatever she was.

Now that the woman was aware of his presence, Bilbo simply stuttered, "H…hello." The woman said nothing, only continued to stare. Bilbo was quickly regretting coming around the corner, because the more he looked at Dwalin, who was still passed out on the floor, the more he realized that he might suffer a very similar fate very shortly. "M...my name is Bilbo Baggins, a...and this is my house." He continued, distinctly doubtful that his words had any amount of meaning, "Y…you fell into my garden back there…" his eyes motioned towards the back of the house.

The woman eyed him oddly; it appeared as though she did not understand a word he said. He knew he had to be fearless if he was going to survive this situation. He slowly began to step away from the wall and said, "I…I'm not going to hurt you. I have more food if you're still hungry…"

Bilbo began to inch his way towards the table. Once he had closed in on some of the distance between the two of them, the woman quickly jumped off the opposite side of the table, frantically huddling in the corner. Right before doing so, the woman picked up the cast iron pan and threw it in Bilbo's direction. Luckily, Bilbo ducked out of the way and prevented his head from being hit.

Bilbo continued to move towards her and the closer he got to the woman, the more visibly distraught she became. It was clear she did not understand his intentions because she began kicking towards Bilbo in fright as if she thought he meant to hurt her. What was a hobbit to do? He had some strange woman breaking down in the corner of his kitchen, while a dwarf was passed out on the floor. While he accepted that things could not possibly get any worse, Bilbo was about to find that he was so terribly wrong.

Even though it was quite obvious she wanted nothing to do with the hobbit, Bilbo was quite convinced he could handle the situation and help the girl calm down. This worked out in quite the opposite manner, for as he knelt before her to reach out his hand; she gave one last attempt at keeping him away and merely passed out in pure terror.

What did a hobbit have to do to lead a normal, quiet life around here? The last thing he needed was those Sackville-Bagginses to hear of Bilbo stowing away perfectly good strangers, one of which was a half naked woman! A large pit developed within the lower extremities of Bilbo's stomach at the thought. How scandalous they all would find such a thing.

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