I don't own the Hobbit.

Chapter 7: Memories and Memoirs

Bilbo sighed as she lay back in the warm water. She could still hear the sounds of rowdy music and yelling, to her displeasure and gratitude, and the occasional curse word, but she was to tired to do anything about it. She simply allowed the warm water to wash over her as she closes her eyes.

- "No, no. The Orange one is Hatred. Its the White one we want."-

-"But the Orange one is so pretty. Its like your hair when its in the sun."-

-"Don't even try to charm your way out of this one! Now come, come. We don't have all day. We need to get their before noon."-

-"Coming dear. You worry too much. ... and I still think the Orange one is better."-

-"Yes, yes. Nothing says Happy Birthday like an 'I hate you' in flowers. So very sweet"-

-"Hehe. Your point is made"-

Bilbo smiled at the memory. The Hobbit slowly sat up and reached for her pant pockets. Pulling out a small golden ring, Bilbo lay back into the water and closed her eyes again, resting the golden band on her chest, safely in her palm.

Bilbo and another Hobbit walked side by side down a calm path. The sun warmed their skin while birds swooped and dived in joyous flight around them. It was a calm scene.

"They where so good! Miliana even manages to grow a sapling, right there in the class!" Bilbo laughed. The other nodded, 'oo-ing' and 'arr-ing' at tall the right points. He smiled and squeesed Bilbo's hand affectionately, his own golden ring reflecting of her skin. Then the scene changed, like blowing out a candle. It was dark and lonely. Bilbo called out a name she hadn't uttered in years.

A figure appeared before her, damp and green, though the dark curls where unmistakable. The figure charged and Bilbo ran, looking behind only to see several Orcs and their noble Wargs instead, their eyes black holes that seemed to cry in a bubbled laughter.

Bilbo tripped over a small sphere, pressure on her back and crying in her ears.

-let me go! Let me go! Mummy! Mummy!- They cry, increasing in volume until there's a sudden eerie silence

-Look' like its all alone! Well... not completely!-

Bilbo bolted upright as she muffled her scream, tears falling down her flushed cheeks.

"Are you alright?" Came a calming voice. Arwen, Bilbo recalled. The Hobbit looked up and nodded at the she-elf.

"I'm sorry..." Bilbo looked down at the blankets... Blankest? Looking around, Bilbo noted that she was in a comfy room with a big bed and and an even larger carved window.

"How..."

"You fell asleep in the bath. I didn't see you come out for a few hours and grew worried. I hope you don't mind. This is your room while you stay, anyway."

Bilbo smiled and shook her head. "Thank you"

"If I may. How did you get that wound?"

Bilbo paled. Of course Arwen had seen it. She had taken her from the bathroom to here, most likely naked and had dresses her ... assumingly, unless she was dressed by magic or someone else, one of which would be worse than the other however.

"You needn't answer. It's not my business. Just lie down, go back to sleep. I can stay or leave depending on you if you like."

Bilbo complied and lay down. "It seems a lifetime ago, now that I think about it. I was the best teacher in all of Hobbiton! Only had twenty or so students at one time though. Was all I could handle. More than that in a group and fauntlings go mad, run around and get lost." Bilbo began, Arwen took it as a request to stay and so sat down in a small chair by the Hobbit and listened.

Bilbo talked for hours to the elf - who, surprisingly enjoyed every minute and listened with the intensity and excitement of a child - about her husband and family, her students, classes, what she taught, then eventually about the orcs, the wound, the pain, the loneliness. Everything just fell out of the Hobbits mouth who was becoming sleepier by the second, finally falling asleep.

Arwen covered the smaller female with a quilt and left, shutting the door behind her.

oOoHOBBIToOo

Dwarves, as it turned out, where rather rude house guests - not that Bilbo was shocked.- After several days of racist comments and destruction of property, the Dwarves decided to run away in the middle of the night, without so much as a thank you! Bilbo couldn't have such disrespect around her, though she understood the reasoning. She had come up with a plan to not only punish her rude companions but thank her kind hosts and couldn't help but grin as she walked up the mountain path.

Thorin didn't even try to insult the creature, that smile scared him. It scared him a lot. Like a younger sibling seeing such a toothy look on the eldest. A sudden memory of eating dirty socks and having ox dung brushed through his hair filled his mind, making him shudder. Hell, He himself was the eldest yet Dis managed to terrorise the Kind-Of, Possibly- to-Be- King so badly it left mental scars. Cheeky smiles never looked the same to him again.

"What the!" Gloin bellowed, making a few Dwarves jump. Bilbo simply smiled more. "Me underclothes are missing! Jus' some frilly nonsense in here!"

Meanwhile, not to far away, A group of elves where laughing and rolling on the floor with tears in their eyes. In front of them stood 13 strange scare-crows - if that is what they could be called- standing in rather amusing positions in their runaway guests under clothes with amusingly painted faces. On one was a simple note. - Sorry for our rudeness and sudden departure. We took the broken clothes from your waste room, hope scaring away birds is enough payment.-

Arwen grinned slightly as she looked at the 'scare-crows' in front of her. 'Blessed Hobbit' She thought, 'The clothes where free'.

"My Lady Arwen" Came a soft voice, making the elf blush slightly, invisible to any normal eye but indeed there.

"Estel, Why the title. I do not like them coming from your lips"

"My apologies. The halfling, you worry for her, don't you?"

"Yes, I fear for her. She has a dangerous path before her and I can only hope she survives" Estel stepped forward and smiled. "A little faith can fly a long way."

oOoHOBBIToOo

"Bloody ELVES! BLOODY HOBBITS!"

Bilbo laughed, loudly and full of joy.

"Don't worry! These are warmer and stronger than the previous."

"I DON'T CARE!" Cried The Durin and Ir families.

I hope this was good. Please tell me how i'm going. It makes me happy to hear from readers so I can learn! I'll update soon. Promise!