Pixie Dust

Hot….He was hot…..too hot.

"Wake up Little One."

…..Hot….

"Come on, open your eyes."

He was hot….until he wasn't.

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An Elf was staring down at him.

Bilbo blinked.

"Hello, Little One."

Bilbo blinked again, eyes dazed. The Elf's eyes went soft, and gentle fingers caressed his cheek.

"You have been ill, but now the worst is over."

Something bitter tasting pass his lips, soon, he's tired, "My Dwarves," the Hobbit murmured as his eyes closed, and he lost the battle to sleep.

"They are here," is the last thing he heard.

When he woke up again, he is more awake, and there is no Elf. Yawning, and wings twitching, Bilbo looked around. He was in an elegant room, after stretching and with a flutter, he was in the air, he glanced down at the soft Hobbit size bed he was in, before looking around the room once more, and found the door opened. He flew through it, and found himself in a hall, he quickly flew toward the light he saw at the end, and came out to a large open space.

The entire place seemed to be built of the tree roots in a subterranean cave, the walkways were wooden and raised, and Bilbo could hear waterfalls and running rivers. However, there was something else that he noticed, this place felt lifeless.

"I see you are feeling better."

Bilbo squeaked, and flew higher in his surprise, the Elf chuckled, "My apologies," he said, "I did not mean to startle you."

Lowering slightly, Bilbo studied the Elf, blonde hair, intense blue eyes, and dressed in forest green.

"Erm, hello."

The Elf's eyes gentled, and he held out his hand, Bilbo after a moment, settled there. "Were you the one that healed me?" the Hobbit asked, curious.

"No, that was my father, I am Legolas Greenleaf."

"Please to meet you, I'm Bilbo Baggins."

Legolas started walking, "Are you taking me to my friends?" The Hobbit asked.

"Not at the moment, tell me, what were you, and your friends doing in the forest?"

"Trying to get through," Bilbo answered, wings twitching in it's uneasiness.

Normally, Hobbits, and Elves got along well. Both comfortable in each other's presence, but for some reason, Legolas was making him nervous, nothing bad, just nervous, the lifelessness of this place didn't help either.

Were his Dwarves alright? Should he just take off, and look for them? Probably not the best idea, he did not know this place well, and merging most likely would end badly again.

"Let's wait for now," Bilbo thought, nervousness aside, he knew his Dwarves were not in any danger.

"Through to where?"

They turned to the left at a cross-road.

"That's not my place to say," Bilbo answered, eyes going wide in amazement when they passed a roaring waterfall.

Legolas hummed, the pathway goes down, as they continue on, Bilbo noticed something was missing. With another turn, they are in the kitchen. It was empty, making the Hobbit wonder what time it was. Flying, and landing on a table, Bilbo watched the Elf raid the pantry.

"Erm, can I ask a question?"

"Depends on the question," Legolas placed a plate of fruits, and sweets on the table.

"Where are the Hobbits?"

The Elf, who was taking a seat, paused, before sitting down. "That is a long story."

Studying the Elf's expression, Bilbo's wings lowered slightly as it hit him. "They're gone, aren't they?"

Legolas paused, before nodding sadly, "Yes."

That night, Bilbo learned of the Hobbits of Mirkwood, and their fate.

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