The Storms Only You Can Calm: A Hobbit Fanfiction Story

Chapter 1: Intro

I was sitting at the table, flicking the crumbs off and onto the spotless ground. 'Geesh! So boring!' I thought as I sighed deeply, why did my dad have to bring me here, this was so pointless. Just because he thought I was a troublemaker, he sent me to this odd place, saying it was going to straighten me out and help me. "As if…" I muttered and flicked another crumb, only this time it hit the person that just walked into the room.

He was running about the whole time while I waited. He looked at the crumbs on the floor and then at me, frowning and shaking his head. "Get the broom and help me clean this place up please." his tone was friendly, at least it seemed that way. I was supposed to be a guest, not a maid. "I don't wish to be treated like this." I said and straightened up in the chair that I was sitting in.

"I don't have time Elisa, just do it before your father shows up. He wasn't happy about leaving you here in the first place." I sighed and wrenched myself from the chair, snatching the broom and dustpan from his hands, grumbling under my breath as I swept up the crumbs. I knew I was being rude for a guest, but this was so stupid, I didn't belong here. "Thank you." he sounded happy as he neatly placed the cleaning supplies back in the correct spot, his kitchen once again beautifully spotless.

"Ya know that dirt won't kill you…right?" I asked, glancing quickly around the odd house…if that was what it actually was. It was like a maze, different rooms leading in all directions, yet I didn't see any doors except the bright blue one I entered when my escort dropped me off, telling me my father would be along shortly. "I like to keep a clean home. That isn't too much to ask for is it?" his tone was serious, I sighed again, this was going to be a pain.

I went to answer him, but there was a heavy knock on the door and he hurried to open it for his visitor. I sank back in the chair and placed my chin on my crossed arms on the table in a very unladylike matter when they entered. "Oh no that will not be necessary dear Bilbo! How kind of you to offer!" I heard his laughter and it made my stomach twist into knots.

He stopped when he saw my state, his smile was replaced with a stern frown. "Forgive my daughter, she is still very young and quite rude." he pulled out the chair across from me and I turned away from his gaze, resting my eyes instead on the flowers growing in the window. "Oh no, she is lovely! She is just settling in, my lord." my eyes perked up, settling in? What were they talking about? "I do hope so, I am unsure of what to do. However I always liked to hear the stories that my late wife spoke of, her childhood here in Bag End."

I snorted and felt their eyes on me, I lifted my head, still staring out the window as I placed my chin in my palm, resting my elbow on the table. "I think she would approve of my decision to leave our Elisa in your charge." my head jerked around to stare at my father. "You're leaving me here?!" I screeched, my eyes searching for an escape already. "Oh please, calm yourself child." I narrowed my eyes, he was treating me like a toddler that was misbehaving.

"I would be happy to look after her for you while you handle your business." Bilbo was saying as I continued to glare at my father, who looked to be under a great amount of stress, bags under his eyes were the dead giveaway. I huffed and stood up, causing them both to fix their eyes on me. "I refuse to stay here and I refuse to listen to the two of you babble about it as if it's going to happen." and I turned away, heading straight for the door.

I opened it and ran into the metal chest of the guard outside. "My lady?" his tone was worried and I flashed a bright smile at him. "Oh dear, I'm sorry sir. Might I bother you to accompany me down to the river for a stroll?" my tone was perfectly sweet and innocence, I was amazed at my talent for a moment. His chest puffed up and a smile found his face. He bowed deeply and stuck out his arm. "It would be my pleasure." I took it and glared at the door, hearing the footsteps heading my way.

"Elisa stop this now!" his voice was strained, he was beyond anger. I smiled at my guard, who froze at my father's voice. "My lord? The lady has asked to go for a stroll. This isn't alright?" my father shot daggers at me, giving me more anger in my voice than I thought. "I do not wish to see or speak to my father at the moment, he's busy and I'm so tired. I wish for some fresh air." then I gave the soldier a pull and we walked away from them, staring after us, standing in front of that door.

Once we were a good distance away, I removed my arm from the guard's. he looked at me confused. "My lady?" I sighed and ran my fingers through my long dark auburn hair, it rested just below my slender waist. "Forgive me." I said and turned away from him, then took off running as fast as my legs and dress would allow. I heard him calling after me, but didn't pause to check if he was giving chase.

I continued to run until I knew he wasn't following, then slowed to a gentle walk. "This is just unfair mother…" I breathed, hoping this was all just a bad dream. I sat on a rock and glanced at the tall trees surrounding me… My mother used to live here, this small place, where only Hobbits lived and barely anyone knew about. I paused… Was that why father wanted to leave me here? Were there dangers in our country that he needed me safe from? Sighing I felt my anger leave me and be replaced with guilt.

I was being difficult for no reason…well mostly. I didn't want to leave home, many reasons for that. My friends and family were there, kind people I have known my whole life. I played freely, going where I wished and lived quite dangerously, unknown to my family that is. I was a rebellious girl indeed, searching for new things and places to hide from the guards. However I wasn't always alone… I blushed thinking about him.

He was my best friend, I have known him for as long as I can remember, yet as we grew, our feelings did too. We snuck out together, chasing each other down to the riverbanks and through the forest until we collapsed from exhaustion. I smiled, he always knew how to find me, he would find me here, in the tiny dot on a map. "Rumi…" I breathed his name, hoping the wind would carry it to him and lead him to me.

I heard voices coming toward me and I jumped up, I just knew he would come! I ran toward him, hoping to scare him and tackle him to the ground. As I came closer, I noticed a change in his voice, it was deeper, thicker with worry. "Elisa!" I froze, realizing it was my father's voice, not Rumi's. I glanced around, it was too late to run again. "Come find me Rumi…Rescue me my love." I mumbled as the bushes cleared and my father, his three guards and the one I ran off from came to a halt in front of me.

"This is the last time young lady!" his hands were shaking with anger as he stomped toward me. "Forgive me father!" I sank to my knees and placed my forehead on my fingers on the ground, begging him to not be mad with me. He stopped at me, staring at me on the ground. "Get up." I quickly stood up and refused to meet his eyes. He placed his hands on my shoulders and pulled me into a hug. "My beautiful daughter, please don't be upset. I have my reasons for placing you in Master Baggins care. This will be helpful for you. Your mother would have wanted you to see the places she lived and grew up in." I knew he was right, she would be happy to see me here.

As we walked back I noticed that it was truly a beautiful land, bright colors and beautiful plants and trees grew everywhere. I breathed the clean fresh air and felt a tug on my sleeve, a branch caught it. "Allow me." my father quickly got my dress out and didn't break the branch nor damaged my sleeve. We made our way back to Bilbo, who was sitting on a bench with a pipe in his mouth, smiling at us. "Welcome to your new home My Lady."

I nodded and bowed to him, knowing my father was going to be watching me closely. "Forgive my rudeness, I was unaware of many things when I was left here. I am enlightened and shall be more myself." he waved away my apology and motioned for us all to go inside, my father didn't move. "I must leave now Elisa." I turned to him and saw pain in his eyes.

"I shall miss you…" his voice seemed shaky and it made my heart hurt, I ran into his arms and hugged him tight. "Father I love you! Be careful!" he tightened his grip on me and I looked into his eyes, tears falling from my own. "My beautiful daughter, you are so much like your mother." he wiped my tears away and backed away, leaving me stand next to Bilbo. "Take care of her please…" "Of course, it will be alright." And with those words my father smiled and left me in the Hobbit village.