Long ago, before there was any evil in the world, there was love. Love for the land and for the beings who cared for said land. At the top of the unconditional love, there was Yavanna, the queen of Middle-Earth. She was the bearer of the land and blessed it each year for the beings of Middle-Earth. There was only one who almost rivaled her love for her Earth. Her husband, Aulë. He held her heart and together they created the many beings of Middle-Earth. They along with Eru Ilúvatar, the God of all beings, created four species to populate Middle-Earth: Elves, Men, Dwarves, and Hobbits.

These four species lived in harmony, in the beginning. Like previously stated, there was only love for the land and no hatred or evil. This did not last however. The hearts of Men are easy to corrupt. Mention of power had them turning on everyone who did threatened their 'promised' power. Distrust, fear, and hatred started to run through the veins of all of their beloved beings. The breaking point had come when one of Yavanna's personal beings, Hobbits, had been slain over something that should be cherished. Love.

You see, these two, a Hobbit and an Elf, had been male, but found their hearts in each other. They had merely wanted to share their love with the world and nurture a family. The Men, now only powered by greed and hatred, had slain the gentle creature of Yavanna for the 'disgusting' love they shared. The news had reached their creator before too long and she was overcome with anguish. How could someone do something like this to her beloved Hobbits? Aulë, not sure how to relieve his beloved wife from her grief, decided what needed to be done before they would part from this world. For it was getting darker each day and if one Hobbit's death had broken his Yavanna's heart, he could not bear to see what would happen when the darkness overcame the land.

So between him and Yavanna and the other Valar, they created new beings. Same as the original, do not be mistaken, but these beings carried marks. Marks of the soul that would show that they were destined for another. These marks did not discriminate in race or gender. No, it was whose heart belonged to another. Before they parted from this darkening world, Aulë instructed the beings on Middle-Earth that the marks were to be respected, whether the love be convenient or not. To deny a soulmark was the greatest insult to their creators. And so Aulë and his beloved Yavanna parted from this world, leaving behind their beings in hopes that the marks would bring about happiness and light to the world once more.

But the beings did not care for their creators' words. They separated by race and spread through Middle-Earth. Wars raged throughout Middle-Earth and new breeds of creatures were created from the core of evil. Yavanna and Aulë watched their beings with worry, hoping that one of them would have the courage to bring about love in the world again. It was a long time, but finally one of Yavanna's little Hobbits seemed to change everything with help from Aulë's Dwarves.

It began with a hole in the ground. Not a disgusting, wet hole as you may have initially thought. No, a respectable hole that was befitting the definition of comfort. Warm tones and full pantries. Yes, Hobbits were homely creatures. Never heard of a Hobbit? Well the best way to describe a Hobbit is through their actions. Very private creatures, these Hobbits, not ones to venture out of their comfort zone. Everything had structure and appearances were of the utmost importance. And they most certainly did not go on adventures. The only ones who had… well let us just say Hobbits are rather gossipy creatures and anything outside of normal was fair game. This however is a story about the respectable Blossom Baggins.

Miss Baggins is a very respected Hobbit lass. The same could not be said for her mother, Belladonna Took. Belladonna was once a true lady, but adventure called her in the form of Gandalf the Grey. Elves and Dwarves, Men and even goblins! Any respectable Hobbit would faint or turn up their nose at the thought. Especially with her dealings with Dwarves.

But like stated, this is a story about Blossom, not her mother. Though the acts that follow could be contributed to Belladonna and her adventures.

It was a beautiful morning in Hobbiton, the birds chirping and flowers singing in the warm spring sunlight. Young Hobbits were running through the dewy green hills, playing some game or another. The blonde Hobbit wished to be able to join them. It was not so long from the days of her youth, only a year or so since her maturity. Though she felt rather old for her age. Despite her wish to join the fauntlings, Blossom was quite content with sitting on her bench and smoking her pipe. Yes, today was a merry day. She felt a burst of happiness in her that led to her calling her good tidings to whoever passed; even a "rather curious" grey man.

"Do you wish me a good morning, or mean that it is a good morning whether I want it or not; or that you feel good this morning; or that it is a morning to be good on?" The man said, his lips turning into a stern line that quickly became a playful smirk when Blossom stumbled over her words to correct herself.

"Can I help you?" Blossom finally asked, when it seemed the man was not going to move on like the other Hobbits who had happened upon her this fine morning. She chewed on the end of her pipe, thinking of what he could possibly want.

"That remains to be seen. I'm looking for someone to share in an adventure." The man grinned at her. Oh no. She could not have any adventures! She had the Baggins' name to uphold. Bagginses did not go on adventures!

"I don't imagine anyone west of Bree would have much interest in any adventures. Nasty, disturbing, uncomfortable things." She said, getting up from her bench and grabbing her post, hoping the strange man would take the hint that she was trying to dismiss him. She knew her mother would probably scold her for being so rude, but she could not allow any adventures. Not after the Fell Winter. "Good morning," she nodded when he still did not get the hint and started to walk up to the smial.

"To believe I lived to be Good Morning' d by Belladonna Took's daughter as if I was selling buttons at the door," the man seemed rather upset and when Blossom took another look at him, she slowly realized who was standing in front of her. Oh, her mother would scold her indeed. "You have changed and not for the better, Blossom Baggins. I am Gandalf and Gandalf means… me."

"Not Gandalf the wanderer who made such excellent fireworks? Old Took used to have them on a Midsummer's eve!" She said, though she knew exactly who this was and with the identification of him, she could definitely not allow any adventures. No, he had coerced her mother into those silly adventures. Had he not been around, maybe her mother would still be… No she should not think such things. Gandalf cannot be blamed, entirely.

"It has been decided then. It will be very good for you and most amusing for me. I shall inform the others." With that the wizard set off, leaving a sputtering Blossom in his wake.

"No, no adventures are wanted here! Might want to try over the hill or um," she started sternly, but trailing off as she met the meddling wizard's eyes. "Good morning!" She squeaked out, going into her smial and closing the door. She huffed out a breath of relief as she leaned against the newly painted green wood. She was a Baggins! Not a Took! No, she had to be respectable. She watched from the window as Gandalf walked down the road and relaxed as his figure grew smaller. She had tea to prepare for. The thought of adventures was far from her mind.

The thought of adventures did not cross her mind again, until it was dinner and the bell to her door sounded through the smial. Sighing softly, Blossom got up from her beloved dinner and went to the door. Her grumbling about rude Hobbits died on her lips when her door opened to a giant Man – no Dwarf – that was standing on her porch.

"Dwalin. At your service." The Dwarf bowed slightly to her, before inviting himself into her smial. Stunned by his lack of manners, she stuttered out her own name to him. "Pleasure lassie," the gruff man winked, giving her a suggestive look up and down before roaming into her kitchen. She quickly tied her robe tightly around herself and follow the dwarf into her kitchen. She was not prepared for guests and had told the dwarf so, but he just ate her perfectly prepared fish as if he was a fauntling forced to come in for luncheon.

"Very good, this," Dwalin stated around a mouthful of her fish, one that Blossom had slaved over to make. "Any more?" He asked, casting a glance back at the lady Hobbit.

"More?" Blossom questioned softly, not sure how he could be hungry after that fish. It would have filled her up and made her supper rather light. "Oh yes," she continued, reaching for a tray of biscuits she had made, strategically harboring one for herself. It had been the right move seeing as Dwalin picked up at least two at once and shoved them in his mouth. Blossom had been ready to mention her lack of readiness for guests again when the bell for her home rang. She quickly made her way over to the door, shoving her biscuit into her robe pocket for later. The Dwarf on the other side of the door smiled at her in a relieved sort of way before introducing himself.

"Balin," he nodded his head to her, "at your service," he raised his arms and bowed to her properly.

"Blossom Baggins, at yours," she recited, though she was a bit overwhelmed. To have not one, but two dwarfs in her smial was strange and from the sounds of it there would be more coming. "Good Evening," she said softly, watching him carefully.

"Oh yes it is, though I think it might rain later. Am I late?" Balin seemed genuinely concerned, but how could you be late for something if the host did not even know there was a gathering happening?

"Late for what?" She asked slowly, frowning when she was brushed over for Dwalin. She followed behind, noting the familiarity that the two shared. They were brothers apparently. She did wince when they knocked heads together, making her head hurt from just the thought. Blossom went to follow them into the pantry, but her bell rang once more. How many more visitors was she going to have!

When Blossom opened the door this time, it was two Dwarves instead of one. A blond with braids in his moustache. He had a charming smile on his lips and his eyes held mischief. The other had dark brown hair and dark chocolate eyes. He appeared to be stern, but from the lack of beard, she knew he was younger than the blond and his act was probably the reason for the blond's mirth. The two were rather handsome and Blossom could see the similarities in their appearances. Most likely brothers.

"Fili," the blond said proudly, interrupting her before she could ask what they could want.

"and Kili," the brunet followed, his voice in a mock of stern and if she had not been overwhelmed with Dwarves she would have laughed at his antics. "At your service," the two Dwarves bowed deeply, smiles playing on their lips. "You must be Miss Boggins!" The brunet, Kili, grinned, his companion, from who Blossom could assume was his brother, Fili, grinning at his brother's childishness.

"Nope! You cannot come in! You come to the wrong house!" She said sternly, not to be swayed by good looking Dwarves and their antics. She began to push the door closed, but one of them pushed back. Apparently they did not know their own strength, sending Blossom to the floor with the force.

"Kili, look at what you have done," Fili admonished, entering the humble abode of their host and carefully helping the lady Hobbit to her feet. The touch of skin between them felt like fire, but Fili simply wrote it off as not having seen a woman in a long time. Especially one that was not a Dwarrow woman. No, he could see every one of Blossom's curves. Fili shook his head of the thoughts and focused on the fact that his brother was only infuriating their Hobbit further.

Blossom could strangle Kili with his need to fondle and grope everything in her house, including her mother's glory box! She could not stop him however seeing as his brother was placing every blade he had on his person in her arms.

"Careful now, I just had them sharpened," he winked at her, and she wanted nothing more than to show him what she could do with sharpened blades. Blossom dumped the knives onto a bench near the door and went to go give the Dwarves a piece of her mind. Her plans were foiled however when a knock sounded on her door and a group of Dwarves tumbled into her smial.

"Hello there, Lassie," one of them, with a weird hat and gravity defying braids, said from her feet where he could see up her robe. She glared at him and quickly backed away from the group of Dwarves and shot the grinning wizard a dirty look when he showed himself.

Soon enough everyone was having a grand ole time throwing her dishes around as if they were balls that fauntlings would play with.

"Put that down this instance!" She hollered at Kili, snatching the plate from his hands before he could throw it. He was mishandling her mother's dishes and Blossom was close to breaking his neck.

"How is it you have plates with our tongue on it Miss Boggins?" The question paused the twelve dwarves in her home, staring at her expectantly. She could not tell them; they would find out soon enough as supper approached.

"It is Baggins! And I do not think you deserve an answer after how you have treated myself and my home!" At least the dwarves had the decency to look ashamed. The silence was deafening for a couple seconds before a rough three knocks sounded on the door. Blossom went to the door, giving up any hope of not housing Dwarves for the night, and came face-to-face (well face-to-chest) with the company's last Dwarf. Thorin Oakenshield.

"So this is the Hobbit?" His voice was rough and there was an obvious loathing in his eyes. Blossom knew that Dwarves did not like to seek help outside their race. It was probably killing their leader to come here, to seek her help. "Do you have any experience with weapons?" The Dwarf loomed over her, dryness filling her throat. He was rather intimidating. She was close to answering when he interrupted her. "Looks more like a grocer than a burglar," he scoffed at her, her face heating when the company of Dwarves laughed at his words. She had come to the conclusion that she did not like Thorin Oakenshield. He was nothing like what she had heard.

"Now see here…" she began, but Gandalf cut her off, chilling everyone in the room. She growled slightly, she could defend herself thank you very much!

The evening continued on like it had before, her hiding in the background of her home as if she was their supposed burglar. Supper was approaching and she was counting down the minutes till her savior was home. Blossom looked up when she was spoken about and listened carefully as they talked about her "duty".

"A dragon?" She spoke up getting their attention for the first time in a while.

"Did you tell her anything, Gandalf?" The white haired – Balin – Dwarf spoke, looking at her in concern. Blossom could feel how light her head was becoming, not having eaten her mandatory meals because of the dwarves and now she was expected to fight a dragon? Blossom stood up, hoping to get some air and wait for her only expected house guest to arrive. She had only made it to the foyer before one of the Dwarves started to talk about funerals and being burnt alive.

"Are you okay Miss. Baggins?" A soft voice asked from her right, her eyes going to the small Dwarf that she did not learn the name to. That gained the attention of the company. Blossom smiled reassuringly at the small Dwarf, her eyes traveling to the front door as it opened. Her final guest arrived. Feeling safe now that he was here, she finally allowed herself to focus on the situation currently. A cry of "Bloss!" followed her to the ground. Blossom Baggins was a respectable Hobbit and she did what respectable Hobbits would have done with thirteen unwanted Dwarves within their smial talking about dragons and death. She fainted.