A dwarf in hobbit's clothing - Part 7 - Bilbo x Reader

(Y/n) looked at her refection in her blade. The large moon making it possible for her to see her face in the shiny metal. A part of her was a little annoyed that the older dwarf had come upon her when she was about to do something which she found quite personal; but then she knew that he may have only done it as he feared for her for safety. Though what made him think that she would harm herself, she did not know; for as she had said, travelling with them wasn't all that bad, and as much as she did not see eye to eye with Thorin, she had to say that as far as the rest of the Company was concerned........well, they weren't all that awful. Although she would very much like to introduce them to the delights of a little soap and water........some more than others.

Dwarves........she had to say that in a way they were all what she had expected them to be, from reading about them in her brother's books; yet now that she had met them, she had quickly come to realise that the negative aspects of their race, were more than countered by the positive ones that she had already seen. For despite the outer gruffness that one or two or the members displayed; especially Thorin who seemed to have a permanent scowl etched deeply into his face whenever he looked at her, there were those like Fili, Kili, Bofur, Balin and Ori, who were quite the sweetest things that she had ever met. And given that she had spent her life growing up around hobbits, that was saying something.

With a sigh, she dropped the dagger to her side. Her mind going back to the night in Bag End. When she had said that she knew who and what she was. That she was (Y/n) Baggins of Bag End; daughter of Bungo and Belladonna, sister of Bilbo. A hobbit by desire, if not birth. Though when she had said that whatever she had been born, meant nothing to her.......that, well, that hadn't been completely true.

From the time that she could comprehend that she was different, Bungo and Belladonna had told her about herself. That given what they knew, she was a dwarf; though from what her parents had said and the descriptions and stories that she had read, sometimes she wasn't so sure that she was a dwarf, either. There much about her that might suggest that she was something different, though what........well, that was another matter. (Y/n) absentmindedly reaching up into her hair and brushing her fingers across the elongated tips of her ears. It the thing that she would always do to calm herself when she was little. When she would wonder what and who her real parents might have been. Her youthful flights of fancy going so far as to make up stories about them being royalty from some far-off land, or some great warriors that had had to fight wars or a beast like the fire-drake, that slumbered under the gold of the Lonely Mountain, so far away. Though why they would leave her like they did, why she had not been good enough for them to want to keep........those notions would only ever bring tears to her eyes. So, eventually she had stopped dreaming, stopped caring; stopped being a dwarf. For, for all that really mattered was whether blood or not, Bungo and Belladonna were her parents, her mother and father. They loved her, and she loved them; and the same went for Bilbo, her wonderful big brother.

Bilbo.........his name was the first word that had left her lips when she was little. Her first steps had been made into his open arms. Their mother always telling her about how Bilbo had cheered and picked her up, as she had taken those few, tentative steps. Spinning her around until they were both nearly sick. It Bilbo the one that would take her to all the best places in the Shire, to all the not-so-secret hidey holes where they would play. Where they would build castles out of sticks and go on their adventures to fight against anyone that may wish to bring harm to Hobbiton and its inhabitants. The pair able to be found running around the lush green hills with wooden swords in hand; her big brother always ending up as her faithful steed, carrying her home when she would nearly fall asleep after a long day's activities. Well, he had done until she had got too big and too heavy for him to carry. And then........well then he had become fussy, more worried about doilies and their mother's crockery, than their adventures into the wild. (Y/n) finding herself missing the Took part of his nature. Missing that carefree side of him. Yet here they were, the pair of them signed to the Company of a dwarf prince in hopes that they could help take back a mountain kingdom from a fire breathing dragon with, as Bofur had put it 'teeth like razors, claws like meat hooks, and a fondness for precious metals.' An adventure that one, if not both of them, might never return from. Though as she bent over to splash more water on her face, before picking up the dagger; she promised herself that if nothing else, her big brother would make it back to Bag End. The dwarf in hobbit's clothing bringing the blade up to her face and scraping off the unwanted stubble. 

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