Magi Magi Magician Gal (MMMG): Hello Middle-Earth! This is my first story in The Hobbit Archives, and I'm really pumped about it! Can you tell? -giggles-

Anyway, to those of you who have followed me from the world of Yu-gi-oh, and are wondering, 'What the f*ck is she doing?', I put a warning on my profile the last time I updated 'I Know it's Today', saying that I was getting addicted to the word of 'The Hobbit'. This really shouldn't be that surprising.

To those of you who already live and breathe Middle-Earth, hi! I've read awesome stories by you guys, and finally was able to write one of my own! It's my Middle-Earth baby, so be gentle! Mostly.

Okay, this story is a Time Travel Fix-it story. Bilbo has gone back in time with a second chance at life. I've seen several others write stories where Bilbo, (or Thorin), get a second chance, (An Expected Journey by MarieJacquelyn [AO3] Epic by bubbsybub [AO3], Into The Fire by blackdragonqueen [AO3], and A Shot in the Dark by Silver Pup [FFN]), and have found myself wanting to do one as well.

This story has the Bagginshield pairing, that's Bilbo Baggins x Thorin Oakenshield for those of you who don't know. Meaning this is a slash/yaoi story, aka boy x boy. I love this pairing and have to keep myself from squealing out loud every time Thorin hugs Bilbo at the end of the first film! -squeaks in happiness- There will also be Fili x Kili, and I'm currently unsure of any other pairings.

This story is currently rated T, but could possibly be upped to an M if the mood strikes me. It also will be very much movieverse with bits of bookverse thrown in.

That's all I have right now, except that this first chapter has a lot of info and very little talking, so sorry if it bores you. And I don't own The Hobbit, that belongs to J.R.R. Tolkien, and parts to Peter Jackson.

Chapter 1

Bilbo lay on his bed, gasping for breath. The 131 year old hobbit was very weak, mostly blind, and could barely walk, or even talk anymore. But by some miracle, he had made it to the Undying Lands with his nephew, Gandalf, Lord Elrond, Lady Galadriel, and several other elves that had made the journey. But right after their arrival, his health had taken a drastic down-turn. It didn't matter what he ate or drank, he just didn't get better.

Frodo sat next to Bilbo, holding tightly to his uncle's hand. He understood why his uncle was dying, why poor old Bilbo had held on so long, and was now done. Bilbo had held on for him, feeling guilty about the magic ring, the One Ring of Sauron, and the horrors it had put him through on the journey to destroy it. But now that the Ring had been destroyed and Frodo was in a place where he could recover from his wounds properly, Bilbo had decided he was done.

He was done, that's all there was to it. He was done with life, knowing that he would never live long enough to recover from all of his physical and mental wounds, many of which stretched back to 90 years ago. How his cowardice had ended up killing the immediate Royal Line of Durin, and had also led him to fleeing Erebor before Thorin, Fili, and Kili were even buried. He couldn't bear to return to the Lonely Mountain afterwards either, too many sad memories, and many hate filled glares that had been directed at him from the other Dwarves from the Iron Hills, who viewed him as a traitor during the brief time he was there after the Battle of Five Armies.

Bilbo had often wished that he had a second chance, but knew that such a thing was impossible. The only person he personally knew that ever came back from the dead was Gandalf, but he had come back shortly after he had died, not gone back in time to change things. And there was also that mortal man who had come back with the aid of his elven love, but that had been in the first age, and he also had not gone back in time.

Bilbo did not want to receive a new body and keep living, no. He wanted another chance to relive his journey to Erebor and to save his friends from the horrid fates that awaited them after their arrival. But that was impossible.

"Is it?" a voice whispered softly, one that the elderly Bilbo knew wasn't his conscious as he gasped for air even more.

'Yes.' Bilbo thought back, not surprised at anything anymore. 'No one has ever been given a second chance by sending them back through time. The Valar and beyond that power, and I don't think even their creator, Eru Ilúvatar, would be so willing to send a miserable, selfish, old hobbit back with the gift of a second chance.'

"And you would desire a second chance?" the voice questioned softly. "To change what had happened for the hope of a better future? To see the rightful ruler of Erebor upon the throne and the one ring destroyed before it would ruin the life of your nephew?"

'Yes.' Bilbo thought as his breathing slowed, part on him hearing Frodo wishing him farewell and peace. 'I would take ever arrow and orc sword blow, every bite and sting from every wretched creature, and every wound that they would bear.'

"So be it." the voice replied, and Bilbo had a brief vision of someone older then even himself, but young at the same time, with all knowing eyes. "Go with the blessings of the One, the Valar, and the Maiar upon you."

Bilbo gasped as he realized that the one he had been speaking to was Eru Ilúvatar, but his lungs then failed him and he blackened out before he gasped in air again, opened his eyes, and sat upright without any assistance.

He was no longer in the Undying Lands. Oh no, he was in Bag End. The words of Eru echoing in his head had Bilbo scrambling out of bed and running over to the full-length mirror that would be broken by him in a sudden rage and sadness tantrum shortly after his return from Erebor. Thick and curly golden-brown hair, hazel eyes, and a somewhat plump but very youthful face, stared back at him.

He was young again. He was 40 years old again.

Bilbo stared at his reflection for what felt like an eternity before he pulled his gaze away. Rushing to his study area, Bilbo grabbed at the calendar he had hanging from his wall, desperate to see what day it was. March 26th, year 1341 by Shire reckoning, this meant the year 2941 of the Third Age. Bilbo had been sent back in time one month before the day Gandalf would come to his door searching for one to partake in an adventure. And eleven days after Gandalf met Thorin in the Prancing Pony after an unsuccessful search for his father, and propose that he retake Erebor.

Why? Why send him back so far? Why not wait until the day before Gandalf came to his door?

Bilbo paced up and down his home as he thought. Maybe it was so he could prepare for the journey and practice his meager sparing before the dwarves arrived? Oh wait, Sting was in a troll horde, not something he wanted to risk alone. Maybe he could see if the 'Odds and Ends' store in the Hobbiton market had any sort of weaponry he could use.

Bilbo yelped as he stubbed his toe on his mother's Glory Box. Belladonna Baggins Glory Box, where she put the items most precious to her… including her traveling gear from her younger days. Bilbo knelt down and opened up the small box, remembering how he had kicked himself after he had gotten home the first time. In truth, all he needed for his journey was in that box.

Inside, right on top, was his mother's bow and quiver of arrows, made and gifted to her by Lord Elrond of Rivendell, but Bilbo had a suspicion that Lady Galadriel of Lothlorien had helped as well. Bilbo had learned how to shoot from his mother, but never had the heart to do it again after the murder of her and his father by the orcs during the Fell Winter when he was 31 years old, just two years shy of his majority.

Pushing away the unhappy thoughts, Bilbo checked the bowstring, pleased that the elven strands had held up after near 10 years of no use. The arrows needed new fletching though, easily repairable. Placing the bow and quiver back into the box, Bilbo took it to his dining room table where he could take the items out and easily sort them. The bow and quiver of arrows he placed gently on the table before looking at the next item, which was his mother's traveling coat.

The coat was made of leather, if Bilbo's assumption was correct, but was lined to keep cool on hot days and warm on cool days, (Bilbo wasn't surprised to find a note in the pocket from him mother saying that the elves had helped with that part), and was absolutely lined with pockets. The coat did have a hood, but also a female corset design, something that Bilbo could fix with his month of time. But it was treated to keep out water, something that Bilbo knew he'd be grateful for on the journey, but he'd still pack his oilskin since Fili and Kili would forget theirs. Maybe he could find a second in Bree, or in Hobbiton, if they had any.

A pack sat under the coat, one that was better suited for travel then the one Bilbo had lost in Goblin Town. It was a dark brown color, reminding Bilbo of recently tilled earth that was healthy. Inside were several sizes of tins, one made for carrying dry food, like biscuits, another medicine, and another a book or journal or two, even having a spot to put ink and a quill.

Setting those down, and considering what he would fill them with, Bilbo kept going, gently putting aside some of the first things he had made for his mother, (she had kept the mud pie he had made her? Aw). Reaching the bottom, Bilbo pulled out a couple of familiar red leather bound journals. The ones he had made with all the medicine skill he had learned on the journey to Erebor and after, and the one he had made specifically recounting the journey. On them… a note.

You shall not be without your previous knowledge on this journey. The journal accounting your first journey to Erebor and of your nephew's journey is just in case you perish on this venture, so those around you know what to do and how to prepare. The one filled with the medical knowledge is pretty self-explanatory.

The Blessings of the One go with you

Bilbo felt as if the wind got kicked out of him. Part of him was wondering what would happen if he failed, and that question had been answered. But he would not fail. He had foreknowledge. All he wanted to do was make a better first impression on Thorin so he wouldn't spend the first two and a half months under the impression that Bilbo could do nothing. And prevent Thorin from going gold mad and stop the line of Durin from dying at the end of the quest.

Now, he had a month to prepare for 13 dwarves and an extremely meddlesome wizard. Blessings of the One go with him indeed.

He was going to need it.

MMMG: Oh yeah, a couple other things. I know that Bilbo is 50 in the book/movies, but I prefer him at age 40, younger, spryer, and closer to just past his majority (age 33) for him to get away with more 'reckless' things in life. Like going off on an adventure. Again.

And the One is Eru Ilúvatar, the creator of all.

Hope you enjoyed the first chapter, please give me some input! AKA, review!