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This is my first Hobbit Fanfiction so if I spell things wrong I'm sorry. This is an idea that my (very small and adorable) cousin gave me when we were watching the first movie over again.

If any of you are concerned about me publishing this before I have finished my other stories, don't worry, I don't plan on abandoning them. I just need a change of scenery for a while, if you get what I mean. I am still going to be working on my other stories, but this helps me take a break so that I do not hit road blocks as often.

I hope all you readers who follow me to the end will like this story. Just to warn you, though, I don't regularly update.

A Hobbits Tale – The White Wizard

Chapter One

Child of Magic

Belladonna was a Took through and through. Her thirst for adventure was only exceeded by her protective nature. She was probably one of the best warriors that the Shire had ever seen. In her youth she had trained with the bounders, but the longing in her heart led her beyond the borders of the Shire.

That was why it came as a surprise when a young Bungo Baggins, a most respectable Hobbit, fell for her and fell for her hard. This was extremely odd, you see, because while the Tooks loved their adventures and the thrill of a fight the Baggins family was exactly opposite. They would rather stay by the warm fireplace and enjoy the comforts of home.

It came as an even bigger surprise that, after almost an entire year of Bungo following her around like a lost puppy, Belladonna said yes. They were married not even half a year later and Belladonna Took became Belladonna Baggins, though she never gave up her adventuring ways. She would leave for weeks at a time and upon her return would spoil the children of the town with her stories of what she had seen.

Their first child came unexpectedly for both Bungo and Belladonna, but they accepted it with a laugh and a smile. Nine months later Bilbo Baggins was born a healthy baby Hobbit. He had his mother's hair and features but his father's eyes. He was perfect in his parents' eyes.

There was only one thing that confused the elder Baggins. While birthmarks were not uncommon among Hobbits, the one they found on the base of Bilbo's back was strangely intricate. The swirling patterns formed a ruin that, even will all of Belladonna's traveling and all of the books Bungo had read, they could not recognize.

They kept the ruin hidden and put it out of their minds, though it did worry them. Ruins like that were usually found on those chosen by the Valar for a purpose. Many times those ruins appeared later in life when it was sure that they would travel the path that the Valar wanted them too. No Hobbit had ever had such a ruin.

They did not trouble themselves with it, however, and resolved to figure what it meant when Bilbo was old enough to understand.

Bilbo was a bubbly baby, fully of smiles and endless babbling of gibberish. He would sooner stick his toes in his mouth than scream. His bright blue eyes were the envy of every Hobbit who saw them. He also had his own bit of mischief, even as a baby, and there was no doubt that the Took's adventuring ways ran through his blood.

The years passed and Bilbo grew. He was always curious, asking question after question about the world around him. His parents tried their best to answer as many as they could, but could never keep up the endless stream of words that poured from his mouth. He loved the thought of adventure, and Belladonna would often tell him stories about the adventures that she had been on, though she had not left since Bilbo had been born.

Bilbo loved to play games like 'Slay the Dragon' or 'Escape the Trolls', even if he had to play alone because the other Hobbit children thought that he was weird. His long trips into the forest would often end with Belladonna trying to find him where he had hidden in the trees.

It was at the age of five that Bilbo started to show signs of something strange.

He had been playing in the forest like he did every other day when the wolf had found him. It was alone, thankfully, but dreadfully thin. Its eyes were glazed with madness and the moment it set its eyes on the small, seemingly defenseless Hobbit it let out a low growl. Bilbo had frozen in the middle of picking a flower for his mother when he heard it and his eyes flickered to the large, starving wolf.

The wolf didn't pause when it saw that the Hobbit had stopped moving. It leaped with a feral snarl at the small body, its mouth open and ready to bite down on soft flesh. It did not make it.

Bilbo had turned around and raised his hand instinctively. From his palm there was a pulse of blue that swept outward and hit the wolf mid-air. The angry eyes emptied and the limp body collapsed on the small Hobbit. For several moments there was silence before the body of the wolf shifted and Bilbo wiggled out from underneath. He stared at his hands for a moment and then at the wolf.

Had he done that? Bilbo did not understand why the blue light had appeared or why the wolf was no longer moving. Tears started to trickle down his cheeks as a soft sob wracked his tinny body and he lay down curled up against the wolf. That is where his mother found him an hour later.

Belladonna did not know what was troubling her child, though she did the best that could to understand. When he explained about the blue light her eyes had widened and she had started to mutter about 'gifts' and the 'Valar'. She made Bilbo promise to tell no one about what had happened in the forest or of the blue light. She explained that if some people knew they might try to take Bilbo away and use his gifts for themselves.

Bilbo promised with all the sincerity a five year old Hobbit could muster that he would never tell.

In the months and years following Belladonna taught her son everything that she knew, and even Bungo encouraged it. He knew the danger of someone finding out about what their son could do, and he feared for his only child. If learning how to wield daggers and shoot bows like a Bounder helped Bilbo protect himself then so be it.

There was only so much that a Hobbit could do though, seeing as their small, frail bodies were not made for fighting. Back in the Wandering Years, before the Hobbits had settled in the Shire they may have had better luck at defending themselves, but over time their bodies had lost the endurance that their ancestors had. The Tooks came closest to being like the Hobbits of old, and Bilbo was of their line in blood if not in name. He soon surpassed his mother in skill and began to practice controlling his gift.

Belladonna continued to search for the meaning of the ruin found on Bilbo's back, but it was not until he was almost of age that she came across a mention of it. It was the ruin for wizards. Every Istari had that same mark somewhere on their bodies. It was a sign that they had magic.

Bilbo practiced hard to use his magic, but no matter how many ancient texts that he read about it nothing worked. His magic was different from any others. The elves magic was mostly used in healing, Dwarves used it for sensing the stone that they crafted, and the Istari were the ones that were most obvious about it, their magic being the most powerful.

As the years passed Bilbo grew to understand his magic. Unlike the other magic users, he was more connected with his magic, and it with him. This also made him much more powerful than any other living magic user. He had no need for a staff to channel his magic, and it could react without him needing to command it. He was, in a sense, just as much a part of magic as it was of him.

No matter how many adventures his mother took him on, no matter how much he learned, the one question that burned in his very center was never answered.

Why him?

3/19/15