Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or The Hobbit

A.N. This was originally meant to be a series of short stories based on Kagome being reborn as someone else. Well it got out of hand and two stories were posted separately because Gela can't write and not elaborate when on a roll. This may never ever continue but I'm really happy with this xD oh my god it was so fun.

Prologue:

The Shikon had promised her a new life, and a new life she got.

Belladonna and Bungo Baggins had been expecting a little boy; when the midwife handed him the little baby, he was shocked to the extreme from Belladonna's torturous screams and eventual passing out; she had been the tough one! A Took! She wasn't supposed to be weak, and pale.

In his fretting over his dearest Bella he had not noticed the baby was a girl; in the official records her name went down as Bilbo Baggins. Needless to say, Belladonna was NOT happy.

Kagome loved her parents very very much. So much that she played as an ordinary hobbit. This she came to regret. Her lack of training crippled her against the wolves that Fell Winter, when she lost both her parents.

She promised herself to never be weak again.

She ignored all courting gestures. Wore boys clothing. And trained endlessly. Her Took bounder relatives provided the weapons, and she practices the training in private. She was best with the bow, but almost as good with a long and thin sword.

Whatever Gandalf was expecting, it was not the young lady hobbit in the strange to him miko garb of her homeworld, gently brushing her walkway with a broom.

Her home was unlike any hobbit home in some regards. It felt like a temple, with a large wooden shrine gates, and lined with small cherry trees. He had heard mention in the Shire marketplace of the priestess and guardian of the Shire. On some of the trees lay thin wooden charms with ink writing. He gazed at one.. they were covered in wishes.

The girl glowed with a inner strength, something inaudible to anyone but an Istari. His doubts at using young Bilbo faded. She obviously, although he wasn't expecting a girl, had the ability to carry this adventure through.

Her eyes rose to meet his, unsurprised at his presence. "Wizard, how may I help you? Do you require a blessing?"

Gandalf coughed in surprise. "W-well, no. Young Bilbo, I have come to request your help on an adventure."

He was surprised that she didn't look all that surprised. "When shall I be expecting you and yours?" she asked peacefully, leaning her broom against the house.

Kagome carefully unpacked her extra futons to the large guest room, laying them out. 13 guest was a little above the norm, but not unexpected. And one of them royalty! She surely hoped he was nothing like Sesshoumaru.

She didn't have much rice left, but dwarves tended to like meat, right? With the beds laid out, she went to her smokehouse. If she was going on an adventure, she would have to empty her smokehouse. Most of these meats could well last, and some of these would be eaten tonight. She had hunted most these hares, boars, and deer herself.

She was better at campfire cooking, truly. Sango had taught her much.

Ch 1: Dwalin

Most the meat was in the pantry for now, and the bread was baking. She had homemade sake, shire wine, tea, and many other small things ready. The last of her vegetables went into a stew, with fresh hare, and her fruits went into pies. She even had some rice candy and mochi ready, filled with jams and crushed beans. All her produce that could rot was being used.

Tomorrow the dwarrow were coming. Which is why she was surprised to hear a heavy knock on her door a day early; obviously the wizard had mentioned something.

She straightened her miko robe and strode to the door. "Good evening," Kagome said to the rough hewn dwarf with a bald head. He seemed surprised and put off.

"Ah, evenin' lass. Is this the home of Bilbo Baggins?" he asked.

"I am the Priestess Bilbo, may I be of assistance?" she responded. The wards had accepted him, so he meant no ill intent. The dwarf smothered choking in surprise.

"A girl!? Priestess?! Gandalf said nothing of this!" he muttered to himself, before realizing she was watching.

"I am Dwalin, son of Fundin," he stated. "I am beginning to see why Gandalf sent me early." A wry grin twitched across her face before she responded.

"Greetings, Master Dwalin," Bilbo said in a friendly voice. Early or late, he had came, and she could finally get some answers. "Come," she said in an empathetic voice as she took in the tiredness and aches that came from constant travel with only rocks to bed on. "You look weary, and hungry. Let me tend to your needs and perhaps we can discuss this adventure that Gandalf mentioned to me."

"Bilbo" had always been an odd hobbit. As Dwalin followed tentatively behind, his gruff exterior temporarily cracked. Unlike any of the other hobbits he had seen in this Shire, she had unfurred feet and wore shoes, with strangely platformed sandals to the side.

There were other identical shoes next to them in neutral colors. "I have set out these house slippers for you and your company," Bilbo mentioned calmly. "I know it might be a bit off-putting, but I ask you respect the holiness of these grounds and do not wear boots inside."

Dwalin gave her a long look, taking in the caramel curls tied into an elaborate braid, escaping only around her face, in a way that framed her face with ringlets. Looking in her eyes, he was both bemused and impressed by her quiet strength and gentle determination.

He subconsciously relaxed his guard as the wards took him in as no threat and stopped pressing on him in a way he never noticed but automatically reacted to. Finally he pulled his boots off carefully in respect; he slipped on the soft shoes that somehow fit perfectly and were so comfortable he had to muffle a gasp of relief. They were surprisingly soothing to his travel worn feet.

Dwalin began to understand why they were provided as they past what seemed to be a ceremonial room, with an open door. There was some sort of woven bamboo flooring, and curiously he poked it with his toe-tip. It gave a little, soft and padded.

"Why the padding?" Dwalin asked, his eyebrows raised.

"Comfort, mostly," she responded absently, as she slid the door closed. He was aware that wasn't all, as he glimpsed a rack of swords on one side before the door closed. It was obviously a salle, and the matting made sparring easier.

With a smile she took his elbow and pulled him away. Usually, Dwalin would lash out physically at any contact, but something about the small priestesses gentle manner and disposition mixed with the fine scarred muscles that spoke of a warrior comforted and reassured him and he allowed it. Plus, it would be appalling to strike a priestess in her own temple!

They passed the area of the shrine into a homey setting, with various doors. They were all open, exposing that on either side the walls had been taken out except for supporting pillars and had been merged into several large rooms, except for a living area at the end with a fireplace and many chairs, and a locked door which was probably the pantry. The kitchen was separated by a half wall from a large dining area that seemed to have tables that folded up, and sat low to the ground. There were cushions on either side of the tables that were down, and several tables stacked up against the wall along with a pile of pillows.

"We have a few indoor festivals here, during the cool and rainy days," she murmured at his gaze, which seemed perplexed about the amount of seating available. "And I put up travelers for free."

One of the tables had a small table top stove with a kettle on top, just large enough for the kettle. To the side was a few home baked clay cups stacked up, one of which was set up to fix tea. It was obvious she was going to fix tea for herself.

"Please, help yourself to some tea whilst I fetch you something to eat," Bilbo said with a gentle smile. "I know you would prefer to keep your weaponry on, or at least close at hand, but please be careful with the tatami mats. When your friends join you, there may not be enough for you all to retain your weaponry, but I will leave that decision to your company."

The young looking wisen eyed priestess left, and Dwalin eyed both the floor and cushions. They didn't seem enough to support his weight, but he carefully placed his axe on the cushion, unwilling to destroy the really cushy mats that lined the floor here too. He slipped into his own cushion dubiously, but as he touched down let out a moan of appreciation.

"By Aulë," he murmured, unused to such comfort. It was almost too much. He inspected the tea, but didn't recognize the herbs. It seemed discourteous to suspect her of trying to poison him, but kindness was a rarity to his crowd and often suspicious.

He had an excuse to wait though, as Dwalin finally allowed himself to loosen his traveling gear and drop it on the floor carefully, placing it on the other side of him. This took some time, as he was moving gingerly to not fatigue too early as the relaxation took him by surprise.

It was no real surprise that minutes after he had finished putting down his last item that she came in with a large shield like disk, balancing many dishes on top of it. Dwalin went to rise, but she had already swiftly arrived, placing the tray down.

She opened the dishes, exposing a delicious egg and vegetable mixture, slices of crusty

homemade bread, with butter and all the jams she had open at the time. There was Shire honey, some lightly grilled baked ham slices, and sliced tomatoes.

"Odd meal for a evening," he said in surprise at the massive amount, and slightly bewildered at the fact she managed to balance and carrying all this.. it was both unwieldy and heavy for such a slight figure!

Bilbo huffed in amusement, serving both of them an equal amount on plates with much still in the dishes which were placed to the side, within reach of either. "Not especially, if you think about it, Master Dwalin," she said, buttering her bread. "Afterall, if I were to go on this adventure with your company, I can't well leave perishable food behind."

That made sense to Dwalin, and they spent a time discussing the food. Biblo mentioned the tomato seeds had been passed down her family from the Baggins side, and she spent much time tending them, in remembrance of her father, who was especially proud of them.

Finally the peace passed. Bilbo had eaten three times as much as Dwalin ate to get full, and out of curiosity he asked why she had eaten so much.

"Well, you may not know it, for our small size and all, but we hobbits burn off our food quickly, and must eat much more than other races. Much like how a hummingbird has to eat once an hour or faint, but maybe not quite as extreme," Bilbo said musingly, sipping her tea. He had finally shared some with her, and was surprised at its restorative properties.

"Yes, herbalism is part of my training as a priestess," she said at his question. "But much of that is experimentation when I pass into new regions."

Finally Dwalin broached the topic they had been skirting around. "Will you go with us, on our quest?" he asked gruffly.

"Master Dwalin, Gandalf did not do me the courtesy to inform me of what the adventure, quest so to speak, was," Bilbo finally said, placing her tea down. "But if you were to travel all this way, it would have to be for something so unimaginably enormous of a task that you needed my skills."

Dwalin grimaced. Of course the lass was going into this all but unaware. Curse that wizard anyhow! "The recruitment was for a thief or burglar to sneak past a dragon.." he started. The priestess frowned.

"Am I being presumptuous in thinking its Smaug, and its less.. steal, then slay?" her eyes lit up in recognition. "Oh! That kind of quest!" she clapped her hands in delight, before they narrowed in a pleased predatory way.

"I accept. I will assist you in taking back Erebor." A pink glow surrounded her in finality. Somewhere, one traveling Balin with one contract scroll glowed, a signature in kanji and common burning itself on. The deal was sealed.