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sliding the food onto Bilbo's plate, I walked over gently sitting it down in front of him while he sipped on his tea and read from his book. "Are you ever going to set that down?" I questioned, prodding him like I have for the past few weeks.
"You can't just put down a good book ... please tell me you know that?"
" ... you can, and usually you do when you're ready to eat."
"Who says I'm ready to eat?"
I pushed his plate towards him a little more. "Eat, or else I'll eat it."
he only looked at me for a few seconds before he set his book down and grabbing his fork to cut into the meal I had just made him. "The mince pies are very delicious, Saelyn."
"Considering you're suppose to eat those after you eat the chicken," I smiled before I sat down eating a small piece of buttered bread.
Bilbo and I always take turns cooking. I get up earlier then him, so I cook breakfast, he cooks second breakfast, which only he eats unless I'm very hungry at the time and it goes on from there. Watching him eat all his food like a stray horse that has never seen hay, I only smiled before I carried our plates to the kitchen sink. "Saelyn ... did you eat all of the strawberries?"
"You know they're my thinking food when I'm looking at the stars," I turned around looking at him.
"Do you think you could go down to the Cotmon's and buy another box if they have got any?"
"Of course, Bilbo," I answered before swiping my boots into my hands.
he handed me my money bag. "If you could, grab some tomatoes too."
I grabbed the bag from him. "You are going to run me dry, Mr. Baggins."
"I mean ... you really don't have to-"
"I am just kidding. How many tomatoes do you want? Two like usual?"
"Oh no no no, you usually get two. I need more than that ... maybe-- four or five. I'm thinking about making dinner tonight, unless you want to-"
"I did last night," I smiled before standing up becoming a total of two feet and nine inches taller than him.
with my coin bag in my hand, I walked towards the front door, I opened it, ducking as I made my way out. Leaving Bag End, I grabbed my Horse's reigns before I pulled him away from the fence. Fitting my foot in the stirrup, I swung my leg over before I made my way to the Cotman Farm. Passing a few children that smiled at my sight, I made my way to the other end of the Shire. I'm sure it's more than confusing, but Bilbo and I are cousins through marriage. My Mother's brother had married a Hobbit, and my Mother married and Elf, which made me half Elf, half Human ... or as more disgusting people call me, a filthy Half-Breed. To people who aren't revolting, I'm commonly referred to as a Peredhil, which I prefer. Filthy Half-Breed doesn't bother me anymore, Bilbo says to just ignore them because I'm beautiful the way I am.
"Good morning Ms. Locein!" Mrs. Brandybuck smiled waving her arm.
"Morning Mrs. Brandybuck!" I shouted back.
"Are you on your way to see Farmer Cotman?" she rushed over.
"I sure am ... can I be of assistance?"
she quickly dug through her apron pockets before fishing out a few coins. "Can you pick my up a crate of apples please? Gormadoc ate the last of them when I specifically told him I was planning on making a pie with them!"
"Oh how dare he!" I responded. With Mrs. Brandybuck only being two foot seven, we both had to reach pretty far for me to get the coins. "I'll be back in a few minutes!"
"Remember! Always Honeycrisp!"
"I know! Malva!" I smiled as I nudged my horse to trot.
looking around the Shire like I always do when I go to Farmer Cotman's place to pick up produce, I let out a small breath of air. That's the one thing I love about moving to the shire thirty years ago. Nature. It's beautiful. That's the one thing I enjoy about the Shire since I've been stuck here for the past thirty years. Living the first hundred and seventy years among the Elves. Choosing on whether or not I wanted to be a mortal or become immortal like most Elves wasn't a hard decision. I think that maybe if I chose to be immortal, I would become more of a Elf then I actually am ... but of course, it doesn't really work like that.
"I haven't seen that beautiful face in a long while!" Farmer Cotman smiled as he walked over to me. "What have you been up to? Ms. Saelyn?"
"Helping Bilbo around Bag End," I answered before getting off my horse. "I have come for a large load," I sighed.
he only smiled. "Tomatoes and strawberries?"
"And Honeycrisp apples. Malva Brandybuck wishes to make a pie."
"Hopefully enough to feed the Shire," he smiled before we walked over to where everything was at.
carrying both crates of strawberries and apples, Farmer Cotman carried the four tomatoes as we walked back to my horse where we loaded everything up. "It's always a pleasure, Cotman," I smiled before handing him the correct amount of coins.
"Enjoy those strawberries, hope they get you thinking."
"Me too." I always took a bit longer to get back to Bag End rather than I do on the way here to Farmer Cotman's. I love living with Bilbo, even though I have to duck sometimes. It's just the fact he always needs me to do something. To clean the dishes, dust above fireplace ... just never ending chores, really.
"Finally!" Bilbo walked over to me as I shut the door with my foot.
"Yes, I had to stop and give Malva her apples."
"Personally I'd be charging her more since that's all you seem to be good for in her eyes."
"Malva Brandybuck is a wonderful woman. Not to mention her Apple Pie is even better than her personality."
"If we are going off of opinions, then I'd say all of your pies are the best in the Shire!"
I only smiled before I walked all of the stuff to our Pantry. "You know ... I think I might go and take Felaróf out and sit out by that beautiful lake a few steps North of the Shire."
"Yes, of course," he nodded. "Just make sure you're back before Dinner. I don't want to be eating by myself again."
"Alright, Bilbo."
getting back onto Felaróf, I took a different way to the other side this time. With my bag on the side of my horse, I slid off and grabbed it, opening it to reveal my writing book, ink and quill. I have not yet to find a lot of books about the stars. Bilbo loves to hear about them, so I begun writing my findings. He loves to snoop when I'm not around, and he's always mesmerized. I hope that maybe one day, everyone who gazes at the stars can read my books. Looking up to see what I was able to land my eyes on in the bright, shining morning, I started to write down the very tiniest bit of my findings.
with my mind engulfed in what I was writing, I looked up at the setting sun to see I should head back to Bag End. Making my way back, I found Bilbo still reading a book. "I thought you would be preparing Dinner," I said to him.
"Not yet," he answered before flipping a page in his book. "I was thinking of maybe making a few pies."
"What kind?" I laughed seeing him finally pull his eyes from the words written inside his stupid, book.
"Two Apple and a Pecan."
"Good thing you finally figured out that you need to make two Apple Pies."
"I only do because of your constant griping over the fact there is never enough for desert."
"I had a big appetite, is it something that comes to you as surprised?"
"Sadly not anymore."
as I started to get everything together that I needed to, Bilbo said something to me I found rather odd. "I found it rather shocking, honestly. I mean, here? In the Shire? I highly doubt it would go without being noticed."
"You said no to an adventure?" I asked him confused. "Why would you do that? You've never been on one before, they're wonderful!"
"Oh no," he shook his head. "Adventures are not for me or for anyone here in the Shire."
"They are for me," I responded to his statement.
he only looked at me before shaking his head. "Maybe where you use to reside, but here in the Shire it isn't something that ever really happens."
"Doesn't that bother you? Not leaving the Shire at all? Leaving Bag End?"
"Bag End is my home," he looked around, "and not to mention I do love being here in the Shire. I would not risk loosing this for some ... adventure ... I've heard stories and I don't think I want to be apart of anything like that."
I only sighed before putting the pies in. "You've only read wise-tales, Bilbo. You have never lived the real thing."
"Then what are they like?" he asked.
I paused, thinking for a few seconds. "Important ... they're very important, especially for someone like me. Being outside I think is the most important thing. Seeing the new things, living a different life for a little bit. If I could, I would make my whole life an adventure; and I hope that maybe we can go on one together, show you a new world."
Bilbo only smiled at me. "As wonderful as that sounds, I feel nature wouldn't be very pleasant to a tiny Hobbit, like myself."
"That's what you would think now."
leaving our conversation be, I started to make things for Lembas Bread. Letting a dozen of them cook, I moved over and started to make myself my dinner. Bilbo's always okay with things like fish and vegetables, but I like something a bit more. Making eight rolls of Manicotti, I exchanged it out for the three pies. Opening the window, I set them by the ledge letting them cool. "Why are you making eight rolls of Manicotti?" Bilbo questioned.
"Because I know that you're going to want some as soon as I take it out."
"I'm making my own dinner," I responded adjusting his robe.
I only looked at him. "I know for a fact you're going to want some."
he stood there for a few seconds. "I mean, it does smell rather delicious."
as soon as Bilbo started to make his dinner, I reached over him and pulled out my Lembas bread. Letting them cool for a few minutes, I grabbed twelve Mallorn leaves and started to wrap them up so they wouldn't go bad. And usually Bilbo doesn't touch them until I unwrap a few for eating. "Excuse me, my small friend," I mumbled before grabbing the Manicotti from the oven.
"I thought I told you not to call me that?"
"Well you are sm-"
"That's not an excuse for anything," he cut me off.
we both smiled before he sat down and I grabbed two rolls of Manicotti. Sitting across from Bilbo, we both started to get ready to eat before the door bell rung. Looking up at Bilbo, I saw he looked at confused as I felt. Standing up, Bilbo followed me to the door and we opened it. "Dwalin," a Dwarf stood outside the door, "at your service."
"Hm, uh ... " Bilbo paused before tying his robe. "Bilbo Baggins, at yours ... do we know each other?"
the Dwarf walked inside the house. "No," he responded short before walking further down. "Which way laddie? Is it down here?"
"Is what down where?" I asked him.
"Supper," he threw his coat on me, I immediately dropped it and looked at him. "He said there'd be food and lots of it."
"He-- he said? Who said?"
Bilbo looked at me before he picked up the coat hanging it up. Walking back into the dining room, this Dwarf was eating our food. "Very good, this. Any more?"
"What? Oh, yes, yes. Ah," he grabbed the plate of biscuits he made earlier. "Hm, it's just that, um, I wasn't expecting company-"
the door bell rung again. "That'll be the door," he whispered.
"I'll get it, make sure he doesn't touch my pies, please," I said to Bilbo before walking over, opening the door. "Balin, at your service," he smiled, opening his arms to bow.
I stared at the second Dwarf standing outside the door. "Good evening," I mumbled.
"Yes. Yes it is," he nodded. "Though I think it might rain late," he said looking up at me.
"Hm?"
"Am I late?" he questioned.
" ... late, for what?"
"Oh! Ha ha!" the white bearded Dwarf walked over to the other one. "Good evening brother!"
I looked over and saw his hand in the cookie jar ... I made those just yesterday. "By my beard! You are shorter and wider than last we met."
"Wider, not shorter," he corrected. "Sharp enough for both of us."
they both laughed before setting each others arms on their shoulder, looking at each other, they slammed their heads together. Snapping my head back towards Bilbo with my hand on my chest, his mouth was opened in shock too. "Uh, excuse me? Sorry, I hate to interrupt but the thing is, I'm not entirely sure you're in the right house."
they ignored everything Bilbo had said and started to help themselves around the house. "Have you eaten?"
"It's not that I don't like visitors, I love visitors as much as the next Hobbit but I do like to know them before they come visiting!"
"What is this?"
"I don't know, I think it's cheese gone blue."
"It's riddled with mold."
it's literally blue cheese. "The thing is, I don't know either of you. Not in the slightest," Bilbo tried to talk to them as the black haired Dwarf tossed the cheese over his shoulder. Reaching over, I caught it, setting it down on a plate. "I don't mean to be blunt, but I had to speak my mind, I'm sorry."
"You think--" they both stopped turning around. "Apology accepted."
I looked at Bilbo. "I don't think they heard anything before that."
he just stared at them. "Now, fill it up brother, don't stint."
the door bell rung again. "I'll go get it ... hopefully there isn't any more Dwarves on the other side."
"I'm going to go crazy," Bilbo mumbled as I walked away.
opening the door, I can't say I was shocked when I saw two young, filthy Dwarves standing there. "Fili."
"And Kili," they looked up at me.
"At your service," they bowed in unison.
"You must be Mrs. Boggins."
"Uh-- nope!Y You can't come in! You've come to the wrong house."
as I pushed the door shut, the brown haired one pushed it open. "What? Has it been cancelled?"
"No one told us," the blonde one commented after his brother.
"W-what? No, nothing's been cancelled-"
"That's a relief."
feeling myself being pushed back, they both walked in. "Careful with these, beautiful, they've just been sharpened."
I cringed at the feeling of him throwing his weapons into my arms and the filthy word he had just called me. "It's nice, this place."
"Yeah."
"Did you do it yourself?"
"It's actually not mine, it's my cousins but it's been in the family for years- that is my cousins Mother's glory box. Can you please not do that? And I am not the house maid, take your nasty weapons before I use your sword to chop your filthy Dwarf head off."
the blonde one didn't even have time to put his arms around before I threw them back on him. "Fili, Kili. Come on, give us a hand."
he only set his weapons somewhere they didn't belong before walking into the kitchen with the others. "Everyone?" I heard Bilbo shout. "How many more are there?"
I heard the doorbell ring. "Oh no. No. No. There's nobody home!" I walked over shouting. "Go away, and bother somebody else! There's far too many-- filthy Dwarves in in our dining room as it is! If this is some-- clot-head's idea of a joke," I couldn't help but to laugh, "I can only say it is in very poor taste."
opening the door, I felt I was about ready to hurt something-- or someone, very, very, very badly. "Get off, you big lump!" one of them shouted.
"Gandalf," I whispered seeing his face duck below.
I only stood there watching as they ate everything. They were trying to eat everything, my pies, my Lembas bread- my cookies ... they're eating everything. "Those are my pri--! Excuse me, not my wine! Put that back. Put that back!"
"I just made these!" I grabbed the bowl of Lembas bread. "Have you no morals?!"
"Mighty delicious, though," the young, blonde Dwarf smiled at me.
I looked up and saw another one grabbing at my Pecan pie. "That is mine! Keep your filthy little fingers off of that!"
feeling someone tap on my shoulder I turned and saw one of the Dwarves. "Excuse me, my lady, may I tempt you with a cup of chamomile?"
I paused, looking down at him. "Actually, yes, I would love a cup."
he smiled before pouring me a cup and handing it to me. "Here you go."
"Would you like a slice of pie?" I asked him. "It's pecan."
"Oh, yes, please," he nodded.
watching him set down the plate with the tea, I set my cup down before cutting all three of the pies. "Alright, who wants a slice of the pie?" I questioned as I started to plate them.
feeling hands grabbing the plates, I saw what I've been taught isn't something I should think anymore. "Watch above you!"
grabbing the knife that flew over, I threw it up and kicked it back over to one of the Dwarves. "What kind of bread is it?" one of the Dwarves asked as we all sat around the table.
"Lembas bread," I answered.
"Of the Elves?" another asked.
"Why of course. My Father taught me the recipe, Bilbo loves to eat it when he's got a busy day, keeps him full all day."
"What's an Elf doing here, living among the Hobbits?"
"Half-Elf," I corrected, "my Mother was a human."
"Oh, then what's a Peredhil doing here?"
"I came to live with Bilbo. You see, he's my cousin, through marriage, at least. My Uncle married one of his Aunts. The height difference was ridiculous. But so far, they have lived very happily."
"I know you're never suppose to ask a beautiful lady her age, but how old are you?" Kili asked.
"Much older than you, that's for sure," I replied with a smile.
"No more than a two hundred, I suspect," Balin said to me.
"You have a great eye for such."
he only smiled before drinking from his cup of wine. "Are you trained in any kind of combat?" Dwalin asked.
"Without a doubt, and I suspect to be better than everyone in this room."
they all started to laugh. "A Half-Breed better than us?" Kili questioned.
"Peredhil, my dear Kili," Gandalf corrected him, "that is what her kind goes by, and believe it or not, Saelyn is a very exceptional fighter. I suppose that is, if you obtained your fighting skills from your Mother."
"My Father didn't really know how to properly hold a sword. Bow man, he believed he was."
"A brilliant one at that, though," he nodded.
"Who wants an ale? There you go!" Fili walked over the table.
"Over here brother!" Kili called.
"How about you, my lady?" Fili asked.
"I would love one," I smiled, gladly taking a cup.
"Ale on the count of three!" they all raised their cups, I soon joined.
"One! Two--!"
bringing the cup that was smaller in my hands, I started to drink it. Being the first to finish, I only laughed as they all soon followed. It was a merry feast, indeed. The most fun I've had since before the Shire. "Excuse me, I'm sorry to interrupt, but what should I do with my plate?"
"Here you go Ori, give it to me," Fili walked over.
watching Fili throw it to Kili, he threw it into the kitchen. "Excuse me!" Bilbo yelled. "That's my Mother's West Farthing pottery! It's over a hundred year old!" hearing the others banding there fists and clanking forks and knives, Bilbo shouted at them. "And can you not do that? You'll blunt them!"
"Ooh! Did you hear that lads?" Bofur questioned. "He says we'll blunt the knives!"
♪ Blunt the knives, bend the forks,
smash the bottles and burn the corks,
chip the glasses and crack the plates.
That's what Bilbo Baggins hates!
Cut the cloth, tread the fat,
leave the bones on the bedroom mat.
Spill the milk on the pantry floor,
splash the wine on every door!
Dump the crocks in a boiling bowl,
pound them up with a thumping pole.
When you're finished, if they are whole,
send them down the hall to roll!
That's what Bilbo Baggins hates! ♪
they all started to laugh as Bilbo saw the dishes stacked clean on the table. Although, the laughing stopped once there was three loud knocks on the door. "He is here," Gandalf whispered before he stood to get the door.
"Gandalf," another Dwarf looked at him. "I thought you said this place would be easy to find. I lost my way, twice. I wouldn't have found it at all had it not been for that mark on the door."
"Mark? There's no mark on that door, it was painted a week ago!" Bilbo rushed in.
"There is a mark, I put it there myself," Gandalf responded. "Bilbo Baggins and Saelyn Locein, assuming Bilbo had told you about the adventure, I'm hoping you would join-"
"Why of course, I wouldn't miss it for anything."
he only smiled before looking back over to the other Dwarf. "Allow me to introduce the leader of our company: Thorin Oakenshield."
"So," he folded his arms looking at us, "this is the Hobbit, and the Peredhil? Tell me, Mr. Baggins have you done much fighting?"
"Pardon me?"
"Ax or sword? What's your weapon of choice?"
"Well I do have some skill at conkers, if you must know ... but I fail to see why that's relevant."
"Thought as much. He looks more like a grocer than a burglar," they laughed before walking back into the kitchen. "And what about you? Ms. Locein?"
"I have become a natural with a double-bladed polearm, but if that's lost in combat my daggers come in handy without hesitation."
"Have you been trained since infancy?"
"Of course, I feel I should be of some kind of assistance in this adventure."
"I do too," he cleared his throat before sitting down at the dining room table.
"What news from the meeting in Ered Luin?" Balin asked Thorin. "Did they all come?"
"Aye. Envoy's from all seven kingdoms."
"All of them!"
"What did the Dwarves of the Iron Hills say?" Dwalin asked. "Is Dain with us?"
he paused before answering. "They will not come. They say this quest is ours, and ours alone."
"You're, going on a quest?" Bilbo questioned.
"Bilbo, my dear fellow, let us have a little more light," Gandalf said to him. "Far to the east, over ranges and rivers, beyond woodlands, and wastelands, lies a single, solitary peak."
"The Lonely Mountain," Bilbo read aloud, holding a candle.
"Aye, Oin has read the portents and the portents say its time!" Gloin commented.
"Ravens have been seen flying back towards the mountain, as it was foretold ... when the birds of Erebor the reign of the beast will end."
"Uh," Bilbo stuttered, "what beast?"
"That would be a reference to Smaug the Terrible," they answered, "chiefest and greatest calamity of our age. Airborne fire-breather. Teeth like razors, claws like meat hooks. Extremely fond of precious metals-"
"Yes, I know what a dragon is," Bilbo cut him off.
"I'm not afraid, I'm up for it!" Ori stood up. "I'll give him a taste of Dwarvish iron right up his jacksie!"
"Sit down!" Dori grabbed him by his sweater.
"The task would be difficult enough with an army behind us, but we number just thirteen!" Balin said. "And not thirteen of the best ... nor brightest."
"Who are you calling dim?!" Nori snapped.
"Sorry, what did he say?" Oin asked.
"We may be few in number, but we're fighters ... all of us!" Fili said to them. "To the last Dwarf!"
"And you forget! We have a Wizard in our company!" Kili added. "Gandalf will have killed hundreds of dragons in his time."
"Oh, well, no. I wouldn't say--"
"How many then?" Dori asked.
"What?"
"Well how many dragons have you killed?"
Gandalf started to cough on his smoke as all the Dwarves started to yell at each other before Thorin screamed in Dwarvish to make them shut up. "If we have read these signs do you not think others have read them too? Rumors have begun to spread. The Dragon Smaug has not been seen for sixty years. Eyes look east to the mountain, assessing ... wondering, weighing the risk. Perhaps the vast wealth of our people now lies unprotected. Do we sit back and watch while others claim what is rightfully ours? Or do we seize this chance to take back Erebor?"
they all started to cheer before Balin said something. "You forget, the Front Gate is sealed. There is no way into the mountain."
"That, my dear Balin, is not entirely true," he said holding up a key.
it was silent. "How came you by this?"
"It was given to my by your Father. By Thrain, for safekeeping. It is yours now," he handed it to him.
"If there is a key ... there must be a door," Fili said.
"These ruins speak of a hidden passage to the lower halls."
"There's another way in," Kili smiled.
"Well if we can find it," Gandalf said, "but Dwarf doors are invisible when closed. The answer lies hidden somewhere in this map ... and I do not have the skill to find it. But, there are others in Middle-Earth who can. The task I have in mind will require a great deal of stealth and no small amount of courage. But if we are careful and clever, I believe that it can be done."
"That's why we needed a burglar!" Ori said.
"Hm," Bilbo nodded, "and a good one too. And expert, I'd imagine."
"And are you?" Gloin asked.
"Am I what?" he responded.
"He said he's an expert! Hey!"
"Me? No. No, no no. I'm not a burglar. I've never stolen a thing in my life."
"Well, I'm afraid I have to agree with Mr. Baggins. He's hardly burglar material."
"Nope," he shook his head.
"Aye, the wild is not place for gentle folk who can neither fight nor fend for themselves."
they all started to chatter again, which turned into arguing about Bilbo. Seeing Gandalf rise, he began to speak. "If I say Bilbo Baggins is a burglar, then a burglar he is! Hobbits are remarkably light on their feet. In fact, they can pass unseen by most, if they choose. And while the dragon is accustomed to the smell of Dwarf ... the scent of Hobbit, is all but unknown to him which gives us a distinct advantage. You asked me to find the fourteenth and fifteenth member of this company and I have chosen Mr. Baggins and Ms. Locein. There is a lot more to him than appearances suggest and he's got a great deal more to offer than any of you know. Including himself ... you must trust me on this."
"Very well," Thorin whispered. "We will do it your way"
"No, no-"
"Give them the contract," Thorin said.
"We're in! We're off!"
"It's just the usual. Summary of out-of-pocket expenses ... time requires, remuneration, funeral arrangements, so forth."
"Funeral arrangements?" Bilbo questioned as the papers were handed to us. Standing beside Bilbo, I read the words that were written to myself, as he seemed to think he was making a point reading it out loud. "Incineration?"
"Aye. He'll melt the flesh off your bones in the blink of an eye."
"Are you alright, laddie?" Balin asked.
"Feeling a bit faint," he whispered.
"Just think furnace with wings," Bofur continued.
"Air, I-I need air."
"Flash of light, searing pain, then poof. You're nothing more than a pile of ash!"
Bilbo took a few breaths before saying something. "Nope."
he fainted.
"Very helpful, Bofur," Gandalf mumbled.
as Gandalf tended to Bilbo, I continued to look at the paper. "What do you say?" Thorin asked.
"What do I say?" I looked at him. "Hand me some ink and a quill."
the company all cheered before I signed it with a smile ... finally ... I was finally able to leave the Shire in thirty years. Hearing Gandalf and Bilbo talking in the other room, I stood in the kitchen cooking up a few more batches of Lembas bread. I don't know how long the journey will be, but I'm hoping a few dozen batches will keep up full for a while. As soon as I pull all five dozen batches into the oven, I sat down on a chair, listening to the Dwarves all humming together in different pitches.
♪ Far over the Misty Mountains cold,
To dungeons deep and caverns old,
We must away, ere break of day,
To find our long-forgotten gold.
The pines were roaring on the heights,
The winds were moaning in the night,
The fire was red, it flaming spread,
The trees like torches blazed with light. ♪
sitting outside with my journal on my lap, I quickly wrote something down before looking back through my home-made telescope. Continuing to draw the lines together to create a new constellation I have not yet found, I bit my pen thinking of something to name it. "What is that?"
turning around, I saw Fili standing there. "It's my journal," I answered. "I study the stars."
"You study the stars?" he asked confused. "I have never heard of such a thing."
I smiled. "Yeah ... I've only ever found one book about them, so I thought that maybe I can write one."
"Can I see?" I handed it to him and he flipped through the dozen of pages. "Why doesn't this one have a name yet?"
"That's because I just found it."
he looked at it a little longer. "Can I help name it?"
"Yes, you can."
he took a second, looked at it before he said something. "Telumendil."
he handed me the book and I wrote down the name. "What does it mean? ... the name?"
"Lover of the Stars."
I was quiet before I wrote it down. "That's, rather beautiful."
"Just like you."
now an awkward silence filled the air. "I uh-- I need to ... "
"Fili, come one, we need to catch some sleep."
looking over, Kili was standing there, looking at us. "Yes, brother," he nodded before walking back over to the door. "I'll see you in the morning," he looked at me before walking inside.
biting my lip, I shrugged everything that just happened off. Putting my eye back to my telescope, I stared at a beautiful star. It shone off this beautiful green color. Sitting there, I looked off into the distance for a little while ... just thinking. I read what was written in that paper. I was excited, but of course I was nervous. Considering Bilbo wasn't going to come with left me concerned. I hope he's okay here, by himself. He hasn't been for the last thirty years so it's scary to think about it. Grabbing my book, I set it to the side while I started taking my telescope apart so I could bring it with. Setting it in the bag I made specifically for it, I walked back into the house and started getting things together. Opening the chest that had my weapons gently laid out, I grabbed my daggers and spun them in my hands for a few seconds before looking at him.
shoving them into their holsters, I reached down and carefully pulled my double-bladed polearm from the chest. Looking at it for a few seconds, I sealed it in it's holster. I guess it was sentimental to me. It was my Grandmothers from when she was a warrior. She was the best female warrior Rivendell had. Now she's grown too old, so she gave it to me once I turned one hundred. Letting out a breath of air, I continued to gather everything I needed for this potential suicide mission.
