Author's Note: Hello everyone! The first chapter of The Rebel is out! Like I had said several chapters are already published on my fanfiction accoutn and I just have to post it on here. ^^ I hope you enjoy this story the further along we get.

Disclaimer: I do not own The Hobbit, all rights go to J.R.R. Tolkien and anything from the movie you read belongs to Peter Jackson. I only own Bellethiel, Beinion (Handsome) and Donnamira. ^^ Again all grammar mistakes you find I am deeply sorry, I must have overlooked them. I hope you enjoy!

'The Shire...why the Shire...' I thought, riding my horse, Beinion, through the woods. 'What could Gandalf possibly need in Hobbiton...for this unknown quest?'

Throughout the ride I pondered on what I had gotten myself into. It was not long before I had gotten word from Gandalf, that came in the form of a butterfly, that I was needed at the Shire urgently.

I did not need to go...I could have just went in the opposite direction of the Shire, away from the wizard, but yet something was pulling me in that direction. It could be that something was pushing me there, my curiosity, or just because I had nothing better to do...no where to go and none that needed me.

As I went further, the forest had started to thin out. The trees became less and the woods became lighter as I reached the outskirts of the Shire.

"I seem to have arrived too early..." I mumbled, looking around at the peaceful, quiet terrain. "I'll go out looking for the door around late afternoon...I do not think Gandalf will mind me being a bit late."

I tugged the hood of my coat over my head as I urged Beinion forward and quickly came upon a small, cozy looking place. The sign on the post read Green Dragon Inn, and it was just lovely. The outside of the building and the atmosphere of Hobbiton all combined in this little inn.

"Good afternoon Sir!" A male Hobbit greeted from the entrance. "What are you doing around these parts if I may ask?"

I took off my hood and smiled sweetly remembering my manners, catching the Hobbit off guard.

"I am here to meet up with an old friend." I said petting Beinion's mane. "I arrived a bit early and came across this cozy looking place hoping to pass the time."

"You're very welcomed here My Lady." The hobbit smiled. "Just gotta get through the door."

We had both shared a laugh as I tied my loyal stead to a post and walked with the hobbit male into the little place.

"It is rather lovely here..." I commented as the hobbit lead me to a table.

"It is!" A hobbit woman came by, placing a mug in front of me. "Lovely place to live, would you care for anything to eat? Buttered Scones maybe?"

"That sounds great, thank you very much." I nodded as the woman smiled sweetly and went off to retrieve my food.

"Mind if I join you?" A different female hobbit asked, from a table in the far corner. "Time passes by a lot quicker when you're in good company."

"I do not mind." I added, chuckling a bit. "My names Bellethiel, Belle if it is easier."

"Belle, what a lovely name." The female smiled, extending her hand to me. "My name is Donnamira Oldbuck."

"Donnamira, a pleasure to meet you." A plate of buttered scones were place in front of me, the deliciously pastry smell filling the air. "Care for some?"

I offered, pushing the plate to the middle of us.

"Oh no, I couldn't." Donnamira said, shaking her head frantically.

"I must insist...these scones are simply divine." I urged.

Donnamira smiled, a faint blush on her cheeks as she took a scone from my plate and ate slowly.

For what felt like hours, the little hobbit Donnamira kept me company. Although it was mostly Donnamira asking questions and answering them, it passed the time. She told me her childhood growing up, childhood friends, the young male hobbits that have tried to court her before she met her husband, problems she's encountering, and just everything under the sun. Donnamira was a sweet little hobbit and was a very good distraction to pass the time, except she was a talker and exposed information I did not need to know.

"I must say though...you are so very beautiful, I have not seen an elf in all my life. Yet...you have such a sad smile...almost seems like a cover up." Donnamira said seriously, suddenly gasping as she slapped a hand over her mouth. "I am so very sorry! I have been told that I talk a lot, I always speak without thinking."

"It is perfectly fine," I said, a bit caught off by her sudden observation.

"So, if I may ask, what is an elf doing so far from home? What brings you to the Shire?" Donnamira took a long sip from her own cup that she had ordered from the beginning and smiled at me.

"Visiting an old friend who's visiting another friend." I said, telling the half truth. "I'm not sure what I'm looking for...just a name."

"Oh? And which hobbit hole are you looking for? Maybe I can walk with you there." Donnamira said eagerly.

I looked out the window, the sun had set behind the hill and night settling in, the lights of the hobbit holes were the only lights I could see flashing on as the sky became completely night.

'I don't think Gandalf would mind me being a bit late.' I thought looking to back to Donnamira. "Some directions would be wonderful, I'm looking for a Mr. Bilbo Baggins of Bag End?"

"Oh! I know where that is!" Donnamira jumped in excitement. "I can take you there!"

"I think just directions is fine Donnamira," I said apologetically. "My friend is pretty...touchy when it comes to bringing unexpected guests." Lies.

"Oh..." Donnamira sat down sadly, pouting just a bit.

"I mean you no offense Donnamira..." I said patting her hand that lay on the table awkwardly.

"It's okay!" Donnamira said, smiling once more. "But if there's one thing that you should look out for is a bright green door with a golden door knob, you can't miss it!"

"Thank you so very much." I smiled, getting up to call over to the bar manager. "Would it be alright if I were to leave my horse with you?"

"It's no problem at all!" The bar manager called just before I left.

"Hope you find your friend Bellethiel!" Donnamira yelled as the door closed.

'Green door...with a golden door knob?' I thought pinching the bridge of my nose. 'It's dark...how am I supposed to know which direction to go...'

I grumbled and trudged my way up the hill.

'Gandalf said there would be a mark on the door...I'll just have to pay closer attention I suppose.' I thought walking up to a beautiful, but small, looking hobbit hole. 'Let's try this door...'

I knocked on it a couple of times before a young, small hobbit woman opened the door, a bit peeved from what I could tell dressed in an extravagant, velvet dress, leering at me...it seems like I had interrupted something.

"I'm sorry to interrupt...I was looking for a Mr. Bilbo Baggins." I said politely, smiling down at the hobbit before she glared at me.

"You've got the wrong house, keep going that way." She said pointing to my right before slamming the door in my face.

"Must have been...something really important if she was upset at me..." I sighed, continuing my course to my right.

'Mark. On. The. Door.' I repeated in my head. "It can't be that hard to miss!" I growled quietly in frustration.

I came upon another door, by now it seems it was a bit hard to tell the colors of the doors, and thus I assumed was green.

Before I could even touch the door, it quickly opened and out ran a male hobbit who hid behind my legs.

"Get back in this house now young man!" A female hobbit called, standing right in the door way.

"I will not!" The young hobbit called in defiance.

"I'm very sorry ma'am." The female hobbit apologized, reaching behind me to get a hold of the young hobbit. "I do not know why he keeps doing this every night...wanting to go out and explore after dark. Such a dangerous thing indeed, and to hide behind your legs!"

"It is quite alright...but if you could help me, I'm looking for a Mr. Bilbo Baggins?" I questioned, wondering if I had gotten the wrong house once more.

"Oh dear, I'm afraid you've gotten the wrong house, but you're very close." The female hobbit said, stepping out to point in the same direction the earlier house had pointed me into. "Two more hobbit holes down and you'll find Mr. Baggins. He's had some strange visitors recently, making such a noise that I'm sure you can't miss."

The female hobbit smiled, taking what I assumed was her son into the house and closed the door.

'At least...they didn't slam the door in my face.' I thought walking up the hill. 'Two doors down she said...'

A drop of water landed on my nose, and very quickly it went from a light drizzle to a down pour. I quickly pulled up my hood to protect myself from the rain and made haste in finding Bag End.

'If the next hobbit hole is not Bag End...I'm going back to the Green Dragon Inn and leaving.' I thought coming to stop at another hobbit hole that was two doors down.

Even though the lights were on, the house seemed too quiet, but I decided to just take a chance and knock.

After a while the round door finally opened revealing a frazzled looking hobbit.

"Master Baggins?" I addressed skeptically.

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