Creatures of Middle Earth

Nyrah, saint2sinners

Summary:

Yavanna created hobbits to bring blessings and bounty to the creatures of Middle Earth. After centuries of isolation in the shire however most races have forgotten almost everything about the halflings, especially how those blessings touched each of the races and what the presence of a hobbit did to the beings of Middle Earth. With Bilbo Baggins crossing the world to serve as the fourteenth member of the company of Erebor the races are about to be reminded.

Notes:

This is the first of a planned three part story. Tate, editor and co-author Nyrah who helps me build the world and plot lines for the story arc and the characters. Because of NaNoWriMo I'm going to be updating fairly often but might repost a chapter after it's been edited. If you pick up any errors let me know.

Each chapter has a theme song I will post but the below is the theme for this first story arc as a whole. It inspired this story.

Skillet
"Fire And Fury"
watch?v=iz8bXp_3Ykw

Chapter 1: Prolouge

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

In a hole under a hill there lived a hobbit.

The hobbit in question had been born in that hole and expected –after a long and stable life - to die there. It was a very proper hobbit hole, built for love and made for family. And although only one bed housed one hobbit, its occupant wasn't idle enough to be lonely. The very proper hobbit instead worked hard to ensure a wealth of welcome filled its halls, stocked it with good food and better company. The hole was called Bag-End and many would argue it was the best in the Shire. They would agree that irrespective of a tumultuous and Tookish youth, the one who lived there now as an adult did so with respectable proprietary and predictability, and in doing so could be said to be the soul of a very proper Baggins.

Books on distant lands and illicit adventures were tucked away in a full study where no one else would see them. Maps and paintings of faraway places hung in pristine alignment along hallway walls. Pantry shelves sagged, heavy with food, waiting for the kitchen's attention, and a comfortably cushioned garden bench called to any lingering body and packed pipe that happened to be passing by. Merry voices often kept at bay the lingering silence of empty rooms, and everyone knew it was always a good meal and good fortune to be invited to Bag-End.

Predictable, comfortable, safe and secure: a life many people of many races would give anything to achieve. All in all it was a peaceful sort of paradise that made up that hole under that hill. It seemed it would last forever. Perhaps it would have, until drifting in between rings of smoke and childhood dreams, there came the Wizard.

The Baggins who had built Bag-End and now lay under warm soil and fertile fields, would have been mortified that the solid green door would fail to keep troublesome adventures, dangerous journeys and meddlesome Big Folk safely away from his only child. Bag-End's neighbors would never know of the unexpected party, unwelcome bargains, strife and starvation, laughter and terror and bonds beyond blood. Gossips couldn't even conceive the journeys and battles and wars biding the time between events that shook the world outside the green valley. Market whispers fell short of flights across land and sky, jewels, unimaginable wealth and a flying furnace with wings. Fondest dreams would barely touch on love matched only by the hurt that hearts could cause each other. There would be fang and tooth and claw and more at stake than even a dozen stones of starlight.

And in the middle of it all: small, unassuming and unremarkable - as all but one of the Valar believed them to be- would be a gentlehobbit who was once of proper and respectable means. A hobbit who would become less, and more, than ever thought possible, and would carry more in one life than any creature of Middle Earth should.

No matter where the story would end, no matter what the trials that awaited, no matter what the wonders that would linger, it would always have begun the same way: The story started with a hobbit who lived in hole under a hill. Her name was Bilbonny Baggins, but she'd always be known as 'Bilbo.'