*Enola*

I can still see the fire in the trees. As I stand on the blackened cobblestone, I feel the heat of the fire around me. No matter how hard I try I can't move. My feet refuse to run and my eyes freeze looking up to the burning sky. Dozens of frightened and injured people run past me and some even through me. I'm invisible, but not to the beast in the sky. Raining his fire down he resorts most of the city to ashes with no regard of the innocent lives fleeing for safety. Just ahead, on the horizon of the view from the center of the city I see the mountain. The dragon stamps his way to the gates blowing rolling waves of flame against the doors before knocking them down. Trembling I can only watch in my frozen state as the people of the city and Kingdom of Dwarves burn alive whilst their families flee in hopes of escaping the winged furnace, the bringer of death, Smaug.

Screaming I sit straight up in bed. Clutching my chest, I feel the pounding of my heart knock against my ribcage waiting to burst at any given moment. Almost every night I dream of the dragon attacking the city. It has been sixty years since Smaug attacked Dale before setting his sights on the lonely mountain. I had been there those many years ago. I was a young woman of Dale. Living with my mother, her husband, and my little sister. When the dragon came, I had been wondering the streets away from my family. As the city went up in flame, so did our home. I had no time to return to see if my family had survived for, I had been a victim to the flame. Alone I had wandered the forests aimlessly until finding my way to open fields leading to nowhere. After some time, dehydration had set in as well as infection causing me to collapse. It wasn't until nightfall that an Elven lord returning home had found me.

In order to help me survive he was forced to cast a sleeping spell upon me, only allowing me to wake when strong enough. It took me fifty-five years to awake again. If my family had indeed survived the attack, my mother has long since been dead, and my sister would be an old woman. Still, to see her face again rather it be wrinkled old woman, or the same freckled nose teenager would be enough for me. Sleeping through so many years without aging had it effects on me the nightmares being the most prominent. It hadn't been long after I awoke that I found myself in the city of Elves, Rivendell. Lord Elrond had saved my life with the help of one of his friends, Gandalf the Grey, a wizard of Middle Earth. Once strong enough I had traveled with the wandering Wizard visiting places of Middle Earth I never knew existed. Still, the question remained, did my family survive the Dragon fire, or succumb to it? The only way to have my answer is to leave the safety of my hut, follow the wandering wizard, and help the Dwarven King reclaim the lonely mountain. 

*Bilbo*

Today is practically perfect. The sun is shining its rays down on me and my belly is full from lunch. Now, all that's left to do is wait for supper and smoke on my tobacco pipe. Puffing out a puff of smoke I smile contently leaning into the bench. Not a moment later the smoke fills my nose again and hits it with a soft thud. I crinkle my nose and open my eyes to see a man standing before me. He's tall dressed head to toe in grey robes and leaning against a staff. 

"Good morning."

"What do you mean?" he asks "Do you mean to wish me a good morning, or do you mean that it is a good morning whether I want it or not? Or, perhaps you mean to say that you feel good on this particular morning, or are you simply stating that this is a morning to be good on?"

Perplexed a raise a brow "All of them at once, I suppose."

The tall man gives me a disapproving look. I look up and down the path seeing no one else and he only stares at me silently. 

"I'm sorry, can I help you?"

Leaning against his staff he sighs "That remains to be seen. I'm looking for someone to share in an adventure." 

"An adventure? Now I don't imagine anyone west of Bree would have much interest in adventures. Nasty, disturbing, uncomfortable things. Make you late for dinner!" I chuckle and stand walking to my mailbox. I pull out my letters and newsletters mumbling to myself. Glancing up the tall grey fellow is still staring at me. I turn on my heel and begin to leave back up to my house. "Good morning." 

 The older fellow grumbles "To think that I should have lived to be good-morninged by Belladonna Took's son as if I were selling buttons at the door." 

I stop in my tracks "Beg your pardon?"

"You've changed, and not entirely for the better, Bilbo Baggins."

"I'm sorry, do I know you?"

He smirks "Well, you know my name, although you don't remember I belong to it. I'm Gandalf and Gandalf mean's... me!" 

My lips curl into a smile as the recognition clicks. I can still see the silver and orange fireworks lighting up the night sky from my memories."Not Gandalf, the wandering wizard, who made such excellent fireworks! Old Took used to have them on Mid-Summer's Eve!" I chuckle pulling on my trouser straps "I had no idea you were still in business."

Gandalf gives me a scathing look "And where else should I be?"

I gesture with my pipe as my posture tightens "Well..."My voice trails off and sheepishly I take another whiff of my pipe.

Gandalf sighs "Well, I'm pleased to find you remember something about me, even if it's only my fireworks. Well then, that's decided. It will be very good for you and most amusing for me. I shall inform the others."

The blood drains from my face and quickly I retreat closer to my home "Inform the who? What? No, no, no!" I exclaim twirling about my pipe. "We do not want any adventures here, thank you! Not today! I suggest you try somewhere over the hill or across the water! Good morning!"

I slam the front door locking it while pressing my back to it. Relieved, I lean on it, catching my breath. Suddenly, I hear this odd scraping noise on against my door. Quickly I peer out my window. At first, I look out seeing nothing but my front yard and the blue skies. Suddenly, Gandalf's eye is staring back at me through the glass. I jump back in fright, hiding out of sight. My heart races in my chest and nervously I swallow the lump in my throat. After waiting a moment, I reenter the hallway and look out of the window. I see Gandalf hurrying away from Bag End closing my gate carefully behind him. Sighing in relief I smirk nodding approvingly at my avoidance of any unwanted business or company. The Shire is a small quaint little place. And here nothing unexpected ever happened.