Author's Note: Hello, a longer chapter (ish)! I thought maybe several chapters would be enough. I'm still debating about adding all the completed chapters I have so far or just upload little and wait for a response from people, or until the views get bigger or whatever. Again still not sure how this site works with the comments and adding and voting thing. But I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Forgive any grammar errors that I have overlooked.

Disclaimer: I do not own The Hobbit or it's characters, all rights go to J.R.R. Tolkien and Peter Jackson. I only own my original character Bellethiel.

I hope that you enjoy this chapter!

(Bilbo's P.O.V)

My house! Taken over by dwarves because of that blasted wizard! Flinging my dishes through the air, and rubbing mud off of their boots on to my mothers box! They have completely emptied out my pantry. Not to mention being insulted in my very own home...the nerve.

"They say this quest is ours, and ours alone." Thorin Oakenshield commented, catching my attention, as the others around the table sighed in defeat.

"You're going on a quest?" I asked curiously.

Gandalf looked up at me, prepared to ask me something until:

knock knock knock

Our attention was then redirected toward my door.

"Must be one of my neighbors..." I sighed, nervously shuffling my way toward the door. "No doubt come to complain about the noise."

"No, Bilbo, I'm afraid not." Gandalf said smiling affectionately. "I did not expect them to be late, quite the opposite actually...I thought they would be the first to show up."

"You have only mentioned the Hobbit here...I did not expect another to join in this private gathering." Thorin said defensively, looking up to Gandalf.

Gandalf opened his mouth to answer when the knocking had suddenly gotten louder and quite impatient.

Knock Knock Knock Knock

"I'm coming..." I called out loudly, making my way toward the door.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

"I'm coming, I'm coming!" I called out in irritation as the person started pounding harder on my newly painted (now marked) door.

"Always the impatient one..." Gandalf smirked, getting up to follow.

As I opened my door, the person standing in front of me was not one of my neighbors. The stranger was drenched in water, the hood of their cloak pulled completely over their head to hide their features. But from what I could see the stranger was neither hobbit nor dwarf for they stood just as tall as Gandalf...maybe a bit shorter.

"Master Baggins?" The stranger asked skeptically.

(Bellethiel's P.O.V)

"Um...yes, I am Bilbo Baggins?" The little hobbit greeted a bit unsure.

I took a swift glance behind the little hobbit to see the gray wizard smiling the same knowing smile as he saw me at the entrance of the hole.

"Gandalf." I greeted plainly. "Two holes I went to and they were not a Baggins. If a Baggins had not answered the door I would have left." I said motioning to my surroundings. "I have been stuck in the rain for some time...would be nice to be inside somewhere warm and dry. If you do not mind me tracking in some mud and water."

"By all means!" Bilbo called, throwing his arms up, clearly frazzled and irritated. "It's already been done any way!"

"Terribly sorry to be late...time flies by when you are in the company of a very talkative hobbit." I smirked, stepping inside. "I will be sure to clean it up after I dry off." I added, reaching to pull back the hood of my cloak.

"I think it would be wise for you to keep it on." Gandalf quickly stated, halting my movement to peer up at him. "For now."

"And why should I..." I whispered curiously.

"Come into the next room...you will understand." Gandalf said motioning for me to follow.

I ducked a bit at the hanging chandelier, and quickly kept close to Gandalf, curious as to why I could not take off my cloak.

When we had stopped, Gandalf had gestured to the room to my left and in the corner of my eye I saw thirteen dwarves staring back at us, some curious while others angered at the sudden stranger standing interrupting their gathering.

"What is the meaning of this Gandalf..." I quietly whispered, glaring up at the wizard.

"Let me explain." Gandalf reasoned, looking down at me.

"Explain what..." I asked gritting my teeth, attempting to keep my emotions in check.

"Is everything alright?" Bilbo asked, interrupting our quiet conversation, bringing our attention back to our host.

"Ah, Bilbo. I'm sorry, but would you be so kind as to keep the others company while I speak with our newcomer in private." Gandalf smiled, already ushering the stunned hobbit out before taking a hold of my shoulder and leading me into another room. Still in the view of the dwarves but out of earshot.

"Mithrandir, do you know what you have done." I grumbled in irritation.

"I understand Bellethiel, but just let me do the talking when it comes to convincing the dwarves, to convincing Thorin, of your importance in this company." Gandalf said taking a glance in the direction of the company, who still continued to glance our way now and then.

"So that is Thorin Oakenshield..." I mumbled, a bit surprised. "Son of Thráin, Son of Thrór." I shook my head and glared up at Gandalf.

"When I reveal myself Mithrandir, they will not agree to me being here. They will fight you all the way..." I said quietly.

"Then let me settle things." Gandalf assured, smiling as he walked back to the room that held all the waiting dwarves, myself following in tow.

(Bilbo's P.O.V)

"Did you get a good look at his face?" Ori asked, curiously leaning forward to get a better look at the mysterious stranger.

"Um...no, no. Never got a look at his face." I replied, staring at Gandalf and the stranger. The longer the wizard and the stranger talked, the more tense the stranger got. Gandalf then suddenly smiled and made his way back towards the table, stepping to the side as the stranger stood tense in front of Thorin and the company.

"I had asked an old friend of mine to join this company on the quest for they know they lands better then most, one who will be of great help, and a non-negotiable member Thorin, they will be traveling with our company and on this quest." Gandalf said looking sternly at Thorin. "This is Bellethiel."

The stranger had reached for the hood of his black cloak, hesitating just a second before gripping the fabric and pulling it back.

The stranger was not a man at all, but a woman. Her eyes, blue, and cold as ice held a blank stare, her hair a waist length black and her skin pale and flawless. She stood with her head held high, shoulders squared, and I could see her tense up the longer the silence went. Her apparel was nothing special, the clothing of Men. She wore simple black leggings with knee-high black boots, along with a simple dark grey tunic. The only thing that seemed a bit out-of-place was the gauntlets on her arms over her sleeves. They were brown gauntlets with intricate carvings of leaves and a flower curving around the gloves.

And although the woman's clothes were simple, with her eye color standing out, they were not features that initially caught my eyes. For what drew my attention were her ears, pointed tips with a silver and gold bead pierced on her left ear, and even though she looked uncomfortable...she was simply stunning.

(Bellethiel's P.O.V)

Eyes stared wide in my direction, different emotions crossing the dwarves face and the hobbit before Thorin swiftly stood up and glared at Gandalf.

"I will not have an elf apart of this company." Thorin sneered, turning his glare in my direction. "I do not care if you say it is non-negotiable, she will not be traveling with us. You tell me you have a burglar and I get a grocer...now you are telling me that an elf will be traveling with us because she knows the lands."

"The elf...has a name." I interjected, not appreciating his tone.

"Bellethiel is offering us her service, she is a great warrior, she knows the land better than most, and she has knowledge that matches my own, she will be of great help." Gandalf defended after hearing the irritation laced in my voice. "As I have said Thorin, there is no room for argument here."

"We do not need the help from elves." The bald dwarf with the tattoos on his head grumbled.

"I do not represent elves...I am here on Gandalf's request." I stated, not even bothering to give the dwarf a glance.

The dwarf that spoke continued to glare before Gandalf coughed, clearing his throat and bringing the attention back to him.

"Shall we get back to the reason we are here in the first place." Gandalf suggested, interrupting our exchange.

"I will not have an elf listen in on matters that do not concern them." Thorin growled, his gaze never leaving my own, still fighting to be rid of me.

Gandalf gave Thorin a slight glare before looking back at Bilbo.

"Bilbo, my dear fellow, let us have a little more light." Gandalf called as Bilbo nodded, going to fetch another candle. "Sit, Thorin. Or I will walk out this door and the journey here will have been for nothing."

Thorin gave me one last look before doing just as the wizard had said. I kept toward the corner, behind Gandalf, as I watched the wizard pull a map from his coat, laying it flat on the table.

"Far to the East, over rangers and rivers, beyond woodlands and wastelands, lies a single solitary peak."

"The Lonely Mountain." Bilbo stretched out, read over Thorin's shoulder, a candle in his hand.

'This is your adventure Gandalf...to take back the Lonely Mountain.' I thought looking at the back of the wizards head.

"Aye. Oin has read the portents, and the portents say...it is time." A red-haired dwarf said, looking across to an elder dwarf in front of him.

"Ravens have been seen flying back to the Mountain as it was foretold. 'When the birds of yore return to Erebor, the reign of the beast will end." The dwarf with the curly beard, who I assumed was Oin, quoted.

"Uh, what beast?" Bilbo asked, a bit concerned with a small dash of curiosity.

"Well that would be a reference to Smaug the Terrible, chiefest and greatest calamity of our age. Airborne fire-breather, teeth like razors, claws like meathooks, extremely fond of precious metals-" The dwarf with the floppy hat said on Thorin's right side.

"Yes, I know what a Dragon is." Bilbo interrupted, fidgeting with his hands.

"I'm not afraid!" One of the younger dwarfs dressed in purple piped up, drawing the attention of all present to him. "I'm up for it, I'll give him a taste of Dwarvish iron right up his jacksie."

The company laughed and joked while the young one was pulled down into his seat by an elder dwarf that sat beside him.

"The task would be difficult with an army behind us. But we number just thirteen, and not thirteen of the best, nor brightest." The oldest dwarf in the company called out over the noise, causing another uproar within the company.

"We maybe few in number, but we're fighters, all of us, to the last dwarf!" The dwarf at the far corner with blond hair said, slamming his hand upon the table, to make his point.

"And you forget, we have a wizard in our company. Gandalf will have killed hundreds of dragons in his time." The dark brown-haired dwarf chipped in from beside the blond one.

I scoffed at the idea, earning a slight glare from Gandalf.

"I-I-I wouldn't say that, I-"

"How many, then?" The dwarf who had told the younger dwarf to sit, questioned.

"Uh, what?" Gandalf asked, caught off guard.

"Well, how many dragons have you killed?" The older dwarf asked once more, causing Gandalf to choke on the smoke from his pipe. "Go on, give us a number!"

A yelling contest between two sides broke out once more, and all I could do was shake my head as Bilbo tried in vain to speak above the noise, attempting to calm the situation.

"Shazara!" Thorin commanded, causing the company to cease their yelling, giving their full attention to their King. "If we have read these signs, do you not think others will have read them too?" Thorin paused, looking at the group of dwarves. "The Dragon Smaug has not been seen for 60 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 while others claim what is rightfully ours? Or do we seize this chance to take back Erebor? Du Bekâr! Du Bekâr!" Thorin yelled out, causing a cheer to erupt among the dwarves, riled up for the quest.

"You forget: the front gate is sealed. There is no way into the mountain." Commented the older dwarf, being the voice of reason.

"That my dear Balin, is not entirely true." Gandalf said, twiddling his fingers to produce a dwarvish key, wrought and old.

"How came you by this?" Thorin asked in disbelief, his attention solely on the key.

"It was given to me by your father, by Thráin, for safekeeping. It is yours now." Gandalf answered, handing over the special key into Thorin's hand as he gripped it tightly, holding it as if it was the most precious jewel he has ever seen.

"If there is a key, there must be a door." The blond dwarf stated looking toward Gandalf who just nodded.

"These runes speak of a hidden passage to the lower halls." Gandalf said, pointing to the dwarvish language scribbled on the left side of the map.

"There's another way in!" The dark-haired dwarf smiled, slinging his arm around the blond dwarf's shoulder.

"Well, if we can find it, 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." Gandalf said placing his hand upon the map.

"May I?" I questioned, motioning to the map as I came to stand besides Gandalf.

Gandalf was about to hand me the map before Thorin placed his hand out to stop Gandalf. When he did not budge, I gave an irritated sigh.

"I may not be able to read ancient dwarf, but I maybe able to tell what we are looking for." I compromised, waiting for him to remove his hand.

"You will not look at my grandfathers map." Thorin said plainly, motioning for me to move back before taking a glance at Gandalf, urging him to continue.

Gandalf sighed, looking apologetically at me, before looking around at the company.

"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." Gandalf instructed.

I stared at the map, squinting to try to look to see what Gandalf was missing before Thorin glanced my way from the corner of his eye, giving me a slight glare...a warning to back away.

"That's why we need a burglar." The young dwarf who stood up pipped in.

"Hm, a good one too. An expert, I'd imagine." Bilbo added in, causing the group to look his way.

"And are you?" The red-haired dwarf asked.

"Am I what?" Bilbo asked after looking up at me before looking back at the company.

"He said he's an expert! Hey hey!" Oin smiled cheerfully with his trumpet to his ear, as the rest cheered as well.

"M-me? No, no, no, no, no. I'm not a burglar; I've never stolen a thing in my life." Bilbo said frantically, greatly disagreeing with the statement from Oin.

"I'm afraid I have to agree with Mr. Baggins. He's hardly burglar material." Balin agreed, causing Bilbo to nod his head in his direction.

"Aye, the wild is no place for gentlefolk who can neither fight nor fend for themselves." The tattooed dwarf to Gandalf's right concurred with Balin.

Suddenly the dwarves started to talk loudly among themselves, some about fighting, while others had started to agree that Bilbo was not fit for this journey, very few had thought otherwise.

The creaking of wood bought my attention to Gandalf as he stood to his full height. Manipulating the darkness to spread around the room and his voice thundered loudly that caused the dwarves to cease their small talk.

"Enough! If I say Bilbo Baggins is a burglar, then a burglar he is." Gandalf's voice boomed, slowly turning back to his gentle voice, with the darkness receding back. "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." Gandalf added, lowering himself to his seat. "You asked me to find the fourteenth member of this company, and I have chosen Mr. Baggins."

"You say fourteen Gandalf, yet my eyes see fifteen, and the fifteenth member is an elf." Thorin sneered, not bothering to glance behind.

"If it bothers you to consider me apart of this company, then just consider me here on Gandalf's behalf Master Thorin." I added, staring blankly at the back of the dwarf kings head.

"There's 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. As for Bellethiel, I foresee her being a great help in the future...may even be of some help to your kin." Gandalf stated. "Even if she is an elf she is offering you her service, in which I advice you to not turn down."

Thorin only scoffed at the absurd idea, still not agreeing with the idea of the presence of an elf in the company of dwarves.

"You must trust me on this." Gandalf urged, holding Thorin's gaze.

Thorin's jaw tensed a bit, thinking over his words.

"Very well. We will do it your way." Thorin agreed, ignoring Bilbo's please and looked toward Balin. "Give him the contract.

Thorin disregarded me, as Balin reached into his coat and pulled out a thick piece of parchment.

"It's just the usual summary of out-of-pocket expenses, time required, remuneration, funeral arrangements, so forth." Balin numbered off as Thorin took the parchment and shoved it into Bilbo's open arms.

"Funeral arrangements?" Bilbo questioned nervously, unfolding the contract to read it over.

"Sorry lass, I do not have a contract written for you I'm afraid, we were never informed that another would be joining us on this quest. I shall get one to you immediately." Balin added, attempting to be a bit more civilized compared to the rest.

"It is perfectly alright Master Balin," I waved off moving to look above Bilbo, bending to look at the contract over his shoulder. "I do not require payment, and there will be no need for funeral arrangements. And if I am to die on this journey due to injury then it is no ones fault but my own." I said in a mundane matter and stepped away from Bilbo, having quickly read the contract.

Bilbo looked at me a bit curiously before brushing my statement away.

"Terms: cash on delivery, up to but not exceeding one fourteenth of the total profit, if any. Seems fair. Eh, present company shall not be liable for injuries inflicted by or sustained as a consequence there of but not limited to lacerations...evisceration...incineration?" Bilbo read off, looking back at the company in fright at the last writing.

"Oh, aye, he'll melt the flesh off your bones in a blink of an eye." The dwarf with the floppy hate commented, causing Bilbo to go a bit pale.