Hello fellow Tolkien fans!

I hadn't thought that I would be here with a Bilbo/OFC story but here I am. I can tell that this story is going to be a mixture between the book and the movies, and mostly will follow the book. I will try to add my own elements into it as well.

I'm going to post some pictures on my profile about this story and about the main character Allie so that you all have an idea as to who she is. I hope to keep up with that and post pictures on there with every update.

I'm posting this chapter as a draft so I can still update it later. I just want to know what you all think of it so don't hesitate to write me any reviews about it. Please do consider that English isn't my first language and that I'm doing my best with it.

Disclaimer: Allie Fairchild is mine!

I hope you all enjoy it ^^

x Milou Lilly

Chapter 1: Reunited and new beginnings

Hobbiton 2941

The birds were whistling in the top of the trees and the laughter of hobbit children running down the paths filled the air. It was a warm spring morning as Allie unclasped her cloak and looked around her. Everywhere she looked she saw different flowers that were blooming and the scent followed her.

"Why are we in the Shire, Gandalf?" Allie asked curiously. "You never actually told me."

The tall wizard clothed in grey came to a halt. "Because this is where we'll meet the rest of the company tonight," he clarified.

"How do they know where to meet?" she wondered. "All these hobbit-holes look similar." Allie could already imagine that some of the dwarves would lose their way here and she couldn't blame them for it.

"Because I will mark the right hobbit-hole," Gandalf said as it that solved everything.

"But why exactly are we meeting everyone here in the Shire? Why not back in Ered Luin?" Allie figured. This was still something that confused here about all this.

"You are filled with questions, Allie Fairchild. I'm afraid I cannot answer them all," the wizard muttered. "I've promised your father that I would find the company a burglar." Allie frowned at that.

"And this burglar is a hobbit?" The thought of a hobbit venturing beyond the borders of the Shire was a silly one. She could tell how much hobbits valued their homes and wouldn't leave that behind for gold. She could hear the sharp intake of his breath.

"Yes. It will all be explained tonight. I have some business to attend here, which is why I need you to stay here for a while and lay low. Go and enjoy the market or something, or visit an inn. I will meet you on top of that hill around nightfall," Gandalf instructed and pointed towards the large hill that stood out. The hill leaded to more hobbit-holes. As Allie looked back she saw that there was no sign of the wizard, as if he had never been here at all. That left Allie all alone on the edge of Hobbiton. She curses softly under her breath for the fact that Gandalf had left her here by herself before she turned around and headed towards the market square.

It was late in the morning and she still had some time to fill before Gandalf would expect her. She decided to best fill in her time here by getting to know this place. She found the market square to be filled with different stands. Behind her stood lots of hobbits that were trying to sell some fruits and vegetables from their own gardens, or some other homely made products.

It made Allie's mouth water when she was welcomed by the strong smell of a freshly baked seed cake. Back in the Blue Mountains dwarf didn't know how to bake such things so she had never had tasted one before and she had to admit that she was curious. That was enough for her to purchase the entire cake from the brown haired woman, who gave her a friendly smile in return as Allie handed her some coins. The cake was wrapped in a red cloth and Allie stuffed it in her bag so that she didn't have to hold it in her hands for now.

She then went to look around the rest of the market, listening to the several shouts of hobbit's promoting their products.

"The finest apple-cider in all the West Farthing!"

"Once you've tried my carrots you will never want anything else again!"

"Get your freshly baked bread here for only a few coppers!"

Listening to that already brought a smile to Allie's lips because it showed her how simple life was here. Most of the hobbits here worked on the lands and sold what they had harvested. Back in the Blue Mountains that was entirely different. Dwarves weren't fond of growing things and that's why you would never find them working in gardens. They would get their food elsewhere, even if they had to travel half across Ered Luin for it.

Allie also purchased some of the apple-cider. Once she had seen enough of the market square it was past noon and heard her stomach grumbling. The last time she had eaten had been around dawn. She found a nice and quiet place to sit under an oak tree on top of a small hill. From here she had good view of the hobbits going about their business without them seeing her.

She took out the seed cake and the apple-cider and quietly munched on the crust of the cake, which tasted delicious. Allie felt sad that she had missed on something so delicious her entire life and hoped that wouldn't have to go long without it anymore. Perhaps she could one day introduce the dwarves to this way of baking.

While she at Allie kept observing the peaceful lives of the hobbits around her. A part of wondered why she was so fascinated by their way of living. Perhaps it was because she knew that she had hobbit blood running in her veins simply because her mother had been a hobbit.

Her entire life Allie Fairchild had been filled with questions with her father being a well-known dwarf, and her mother being a hobbit from the Shire. Because of this Allie had always felt a little out of place in the Blue Mountains. She didn't always share the same thoughts as the dwarves that surrounded her and she knew that there was a part inside of her that longed for a simple and quiet life.

Up until today Allie had never stepped foot into the Shire or had ever seen another hobbit beside her mother. She was a bit overwhelmed to see all those hobbits who had looked so similar as to how her mother had looked. They had the same height and curly hair as her mother had. They even shared the same round faces and deep fruity laughs.

When Allie had finished eating her lunch she went to a nearby stream where she washed the crumbs of her hands and splashed some cold water in her face. Here she found her reflection and a pair of icy blue eyes staring back at her. Allie had a long voluminous mass of red curls that reached the middle of her back. Her face was round and filled with light freckles. She wasn't able to grow any facial hair, unlike other dwarven women. Her lips were pink and full. If you were to only look at Allie's face you would assume that she was a hobbit.

If you looked further you would see that she wasn't chubby at all. In fact she was slightly muscular, something a hobbit couldn't be. She was around the same height that a hobbit would be, but instead of having hairy bare feet she had small feet that she now covered in brown leather boots. Allie didn't look like a hobbit or a dwarf. This is why her father always told her that she was special.

Despite the fact that Allie was a mixture between two races she had no trouble with blending in amongst the dwarves that she lived with. She was excellent with a sword and she had taught plenty of young dwarves how to fight with the blessings of her father, Thorin Oakenshield. Because her father was such an important dwarf everyone in the Blue Mountain knew who she was. She was often asked for her opinion about council matters by him.

About three weeks ago her father had told her that he was going on a quest to reclaim Erebor from the dragon Smaug and that she had to rule in his absence in the Blue Mountains. He didn't give her a chance to argue with her because he left shortly after that, leaving her alone. She remained there for about a week while more dwarves left to join her father. Then Gandalf appeared on her doorstep with the promise that he would take her with him on this quest and she had accepted right away. She had asked her aunt Dis to rule in her stead.

So that was how Allie had ended up here in the Shire with Gandalf and that they would meet the rest of the company later today. As time dreaded on Allie grew a bit more anxious about that meeting, wondering how furious her father was going to be with her for leaving their home without his permission. Gandalf had convinced her that he would help her with changing her father's mind about her staying here, else he never would've asked her to come with him.

After sitting under the tree for a few hours Allie decided to go for a walk through the small town. She wasn't up for visiting the local taverns and knew that some fresh air would be a better choice. Plus this gave her a good opportunity to get a take a closer look at the different hobbits that resided here.

Allie did her best to blend in between the hobbits, but still she could feel their eyes burning in her back as she went along. It was clear that they were all wondering what someone like her was doing in these parts. It made her feel as if there was no place for her here.

She watched them interact with one another in cheerful manners. She also saw how some of the male hobbits were spending their spare time fishing in a nearby lake, enjoying the afternoon sun. It all seemed so peaceful as if she had stepped into a dream. Allie never could imagine dwarves doing something like that.

As time dreaded on the sky grew darker and it had grown colder. Allie was wearing her cloak again as she headed up the hill where Gandalf had told her to go. While she walked she saw how the hobbits that had ventured outside all day now went back inside their warm hobbit-holes fill their stomachs. It really was a simple life. A part of Allie wondered if she was cut out to live a live like that.

As she stood on the hill she saw Gandalf approaching shortly after nightfall. "I take it you had a good day here in the Shire," he said as soon as he stood beside her.

Allie gazed up at him, biting her lip. "I did, but it was also a bit weird. I've never seen another hobbit besides my mother before," she admitted. "She had told me tales about the Shire when I was little, but I had truly no idea they lived this way. It's the complete opposite from how the dwarves live."

"You're right of course," Gandalf agreed. "The dwarves have no time for a peaceful live. They have seen the evils in this world, plus they have completely different natures. You, Allie Fairchild, have a bit of both of that in you. You are kinder and gentle natured than the dwarves are, but you're also courageous and bold as a dwarf."

That made Allie smile. "You sure know how to flatter a woman." She was about to say something else to the wizard but stopped when she heard someone else calling her name.

"Allie, is that you?"

She was able to recognize that voice everywhere. It was no one else that Bombur. He was accompanied by Oin, Gloin, Bifur, Bombur, Ori, Nori and Dori. She had seen all of them for the last time when they had departed the Blue Mountains and they all looked surprised to see her here.

She didn't get any time to give an answer because she was already pulled into embraces by them as they were all pleased to see her. It was in the end Gandalf who informed the dwarves about why she was here and they all asked no more questions about it.

"Are the others already there?" Allie asked Gandalf who only nodded in answer.

After a couple of minutes of walking they stood in front of the largest hobbit-hole that Allie had encountered today. The garden was filled with a large amount of different flowers in all kinds of colors. As she looked at it she couldn't help but think that it all looked very down to earth, despite the size of it all.

On the door was a queer mark and Allie could only assume that Gandalf had put it there earlier this day only to let the rest of the company know where they would be meeting. It surprised Allie that he had chosen a place where apparently a wealthy hobbit family was living. It baffled her.

Nori was the one who rang the bell. As Allie patiently waited the dwarves were leaning against the door. She was able to hear sounds of more people coming from inside, which only confirmed that the others were already here. Perhaps her father as well... At that Allie fidgeted a little with her family ring.

The door was pulled open and the dwarves that had been leaning against the door fell onto the floor. Behind them stood a middle-aged hobbit man. He had a mop of chestnut curls and eyes as blue as sky was earlier today. He was wearing an expensive looking red robe, a white shirt and green greyish breeches. He wasn't looking too pleased with their arrival.

"Gandalf," the hobbit said, sounding a little relieved.

Quickly the dwarves that lay before him scrambled onto their feet and introduced themselves to the hobbit. Because they were making so much noise Allie wasn't able to hear him say his name. Since Allie was standing behind Gandalf there was no way that he had seen her yet.

As Allie gazed up again she found that the others had already gone inside and that she was left behind with the owner of this hobbit-hole. He was looking at her with raised eyebrows as if he hadn't been expecting to see a woman.

Allie cleared her throat. "Allie Fairchild at your service."

He seemed slightly nervous and flashed her a small smile. "Bilbo Baggins at yours." At that he stepped aside, giving her room to enter his house. He was already hurrying down after the other dwarfs down the tunnels of Bag End, leaving Allie to close the door behind her.

As she was alone for a moment she took her time to study the interior of this hobbit-hole. Everything inside was bigger than she thought it would be and this place truly screamed comfort. By looking at it she could understand why hobbits refused to leave the Shire. She would too if she had lived in such a place. While she slowly walked down the tunnels towards the sounds she heard, she gazed at the different paintings that hung on the wall. She assumed that these were master Baggins parents, for they looked rather similar.

When she stepped into the main hall she found that most of the dwarves were running around, gathering food, ale and carrying furniture towards the dining room. Her gaze fell on Bilbo who was looking rather red-headed at this situation because these dwarves were ransacking his beloved house. At the state of the now rather empty pantry she figured that the dwarves had already taken most of his food.

"Allie!" two dwarves pretty much echoed together. Allie turned around and stood face to face with her younger cousins and immediately she was pulled into their arms. At that moment she realized how much she had missed them since they had left behind her.

"Gandalf just told us that he had brought you with him," Kili said. "But we didn't believe him until we saw you."

"I'm glad you're here, Allie," Fili added cheerfully. "I'm sure uncle Thorin will come around as well. Don't worry too much about him."

"I won't," Allie assured him. "It's just good to be here. Someone has to keep an eye on the two of you." And she meant what she said. Because she was older than they were she had always been watching over the two of them, making sure they wouldn't get into too much trouble. She was incredibly fond of them.

"We don't need you for that," Fili responded with a huff. "We can perfectly manage on our own."

That made Allie chuckle. "Are you sure about that? I remember a certain incident with some apples and-"

"Best not to dwell onto the past," Kili quickly interrupted her, not wanting to be remembered at that time he and Fili had done something which had angered their uncle a lot, which had resulted into him not talking to them for weeks. Allie always enjoyed bringing it up.

"Exactly," Fili agreed with his brother, scratching his beard. "We are here at the beginning of an exciting quest. If we succeed our people will be able to live in Erebor once more, where we belong. We can finally move on then."

Allie had to admit that did sound like a dream coming true. They had grown up hearing the tales about the wonders of Erebor, but never had been privileged enough to see their homeland with their own eyes. All they had known were how mighty their people had been when they still had lived in the mountain. That all changed after Smaug. Now they had nothing.

After their short reunion Fili and Kili went to help the other dwarves. Allie then came across Balin and Dwalin who she hadn't spoken to yet. Ever since Allie had been little she had always looked up to the two dwarves and she cared a great deal about them, so it felt great to be reunited with them once more.

"If it isn't my favorite lass?" Balin said with a laugh as he briefly embraced her. "I have to say that I'm not so surprised to see you here. I already had my suspicion that you would follow us."

"Same here," Dwalin agreed. "You're not made for staying behind by yourself. I could see how miserable you were when we departed. I was quite upset with your father's decision when he told me you would stay in the Blue Mountains. I could tell how much how you wanted to come with us. You made the right choice by coming here." The tough looking dwarf didn't hesitate to embrace her as well. Now Allie had been reunited with all the dwarves she hadn't seen for weeks. All except her father.

"It was painful to stay behind," Allie admitted. "I've told my father that I'm not made to rule our people and that's not what I wanted, but it mattered little to him. When Gandalf came to me with the question if I wanted to come along, I didn't hesitate. I let Dis rule in my stead."

At that Dwalin chuckled. "Of course you did. You're Allie Fairchild after all. The settlement will be in good hands with Dis."

"You're going to see the world," Balin said promisingly.

Their moment too came to an end as Dwalin and Balin went to join the other dwarves. By now the entire table in the dining hall was filled with all the food from the pantry as the dwarves were gathered around it. Food was being thrown at one another and loud laughter filled the air.

From the corner of her eyes Allie could see Bilbo looking grimmer by the second and she pitied him. She could imagine that it was upsetting when a bunch of dwarves were making a total mess from your house and were eating all of your food. At that moment she noticed that there was no female hobbit in this house, which made it possible that this halfling was a bachelor. That gave Allie some questions because she was sure that a wealthy hobbit like Bilbo had no problem with the women. Perhaps she saw that wrong.

By now the dwarves were doing a drinking contest and it ended with a very loud belch from Ori, and at that Bilbo's face went even more sour. The way that the dwarves were behaving was clearly something he wasn't accustomed to. This was something a hobbit would never do, despite their fondness of food.

Allie had not taken any part in the drinking contest or the eating, but now Kili handed her some ale while Gloin handed her some bread. "You have to eat something, lass," the red haired dwarf had said. Still Allie decided to keep her distance from the dwarves and kept her eye on them from the hallway while she quietly ate something.

It didn't take long for the dwarves to finish eating their dinner. After that some of them went back to exploring the house. Nori had a chain of sausages hanging around his neck and Bofur grabbed them from him, making them play tug-of-war for it.

Bilbo was complaining about everything to Gandalf. From where she was standing Allie wasn't able to hear them but she could see the anger on Bilbo's face. They were interrupted by Ori who came to ask them a question and before Allie knew it Fili came to take Ori's plate and threw it towards his brother.

At that the other dwarves chimed in and more utensils and plates were being thrown. Some of the dwarves were rhythmically drumming on the table with their utensils and their fists. This of course only upset Bilbo more.

As more plated and pots flew the dwarves began to sing and Allie could only watch it with a small smile on her face.

"Blunt the knives, bend the forks

Smash the bottles and burn the corks

Chip the glasses and crack the plates

That's what Bilbo Baggins hates!

Cut the cloth and tread on the fat

Leave the bones on the bedroom mat

Pour the milk on the pantry floor

Splash the wine on every door

Dump the crocks in a boiling bowl

Pound them up with a thumping pole

When you've finished, if any are whole

Send them down the hall to roll

...

That's what Bilbo Baggins hates!"

By the time the song ended all the dishes were done and the plates were neatly stacked on the now clean table. The person who looked most surprised to see it all there was no one else than Bilbo Baggins. At the sight of the cleaned plates he could only crack a small smile, especially because all the dwarves were laughing at his reaction. The laughter in the room died when there came three knocks on the door and everyone fell silent. They all looked at each other in anticipation. Allie was the only one who took a small sip from her ale. Her father had arrived.

Just to give you a small idea but Allie is a few inches shorter than Bilbo is :)