OK, as you know I tried doing this and it didn't go so well. But I'm redoing it, making it longer, and better.

I still have Ember with Kili, but I added a Female Bilbo for Thorin. Sorry, but I love that pairing. I used the exact script from the movie, so disclaimers go to Peter Jackson and J.R.R. Tolkien. Hope you enjoy don't forget to R&R!

Rated M for sexual content, alcohol use, graphic scenes of violence and gore, and mention of rape.

I stared at myself in the mirror, blood was scattered on my clothes, but it wasn't mine. My hair had fallen out of its braid and was beginning to sprawl out over my back. I brushed it out of the way and moved it over my ears. My ears were pointed and I smiled as I lightly ran my finger over my right ear. My mother was an elf, scared and disappointed of her kin, so she ran away. My father was the leader of our small village. He was strong and kind, my mother was smart and beautiful. He found her, weak and starving, and they fell in love I guess. I could never really get what that must have been like. It was all confusing. They had me, a little girl with midnight black hair, and dark chocolate brown eyes, just like her mother. Then a few years later when their first daughter was four they had another girl she looked more like her father, red hair and green eyes. She was small, but kind, sweet to anyone she came by. Then two years later a little boy was born, he was a mix of the two black hair and green eyes.

As I remembered my family my fist clenched. It was hard for me to think of them. I tried not to think of them for it would throw my mind off.

I peeled my shirt off leaving my undergarments on. My torso was littered with scars, but the most prominent ones were the three that want from just under my collar all the way down to about my hip.

I changed into a clean top and clean breeches. My top was of black leather, it showed my shoulders before going down my arms. I slung my bow over my shoulder along with my quiver, then I strapped my curved knife sheath on my belt and I hid several small knives all over my body, one in each boot, one in each sleeve and a needle knife to hold my bun in place.

I pulled my black cloak over my shoulders and grabbed my bag and hurried out of the inn. Paying I rushed into the night. My horse was in the barn close by, I untied him, saddled him and rode through the night. Gandalf the Grey, one of my closest friends and the last thing I have to family told me to go to the Shire, a land of rolling hills and hobbits. And I had nothing to do at the moment so I listened.

I reached the Shire in a short amount of time, almost a day, and found the small hobbit door in which Gandalf had told me to come to. There was a small mark in Dwarfish upon the door. I slowly knocked on the door. And smirked.

"No. No. No. There are far too many dwarves in my house. Thank you for making the journey, but I'm sorry." The door reluctantly opened and a hobbit stood there looking up at me.

"Oh, you're not a dwarf. My apologies." She smiled at me before curtseying. I gave a slight curtsy in return.

"No offense taken. Ember March at your service." I smiled at the hobbit.

"Bilba Baggins at yours." She said before opening the door fully for me. I removed my coat and hung it on the rack as a show of good manner. Bilba smiled at me. She showed me to the kitchen where several dwarves were milling around carrying food.

"Excuse me. A tad excessive, isn't it? Have you got a cheese knife?" Bilba asked. I slightly smiled. She had beautiful strong gold curls that went to her shoulders and bright blue eyes. She was pretty,she had a full bright smile, if she chose to smile.

"Cheese knife? He eats it by the block." Another dwarf called out and I held back a laugh.

"No, no, that's Grandpa Mungo's chair! No, I'm sorry, you'll have to take it back please. Take it back...It's antique, not for sitting on! Thank you! That's a book, not a coaster. Put that map down, thank you." Bilba was scurrying around her home trying to get some of her things back.

"I cannot hear what you're saying!" One of the dwarves said.

The dwarves continued bringing all of Bilba's food and furniture into the dining room. I looked around for Gandalf in the Hobbit hole. But he was hard to find and I gave up. Until I felt a large familiar hand rest on my shoulder.

"I was hoping you would come."

"Hello Gandalf, why wouldn't I come someone has to take care of you. Plus work was getting hectic." I smirked as he rolled his eyes and smiled at me. A dwarf approached Gandalf with a tray and some tea.

"Excuse me, Mr. Gandalf, can I tempt you with a nice cup of chamomile tea?"

"Oh, no thank you, Dori. A little red wine for me, I think. Would you like anything dear?" Gandalf asked me and I shook my head. Gandalf looked at me and looked away. Gandalf walked out of the dining room, trying to avoid the scurrying dwarves. He hit his head on the chandelier, which caused me to let out a laugh. Then he began counting the dwarves on his fingers. I tried to remember their names as they walked by.

"Fili, Kili, Oin, Gloin, Dwalin, Balin, Bifur, Bofur, Bombur, Dori, Nori...Ori."

Bilba wrestled a bowl of tomatoes away from Nori. Bifur, the dwarf with an axe in his head, approached Gandalf and talked to him in Khuzdul and with body motions. I couldn't understand what be was saying but Gandalf could, perfectly.

"Yes, you're quite right, Bifur. We appear to be one dwarf short."

"He is late, is all. He travelled North to a meeting of our kin. He will come."

"Mr. Gandalf?"

"Hmmm?"

"A little glass of red wine, as requested. It's, eh, got a fruity bouquet."

"Ah, Cheers." Gandalf drank the tiny cup of wine Dori offered him, then looked sadly at the cup, wanting a little more. Dori turned around to get him more, but I stopped him.

"He's fine with the one," I said to Dori who shrugged and walked away. I looked at Gandalf, "Mm." That was all he said, and I slowly became concerned. The dwarves, sitting in Bilba's dining room, had a grand feast with all her food. They were quite rude and messy about it. Bofur threw some food to his brother, Bombur.

"Bombur, catch!" Bombur caught the food in his mouth, and everyone cheered. As everyone began throwing food around, Bilba walked away in disgust. She looked at her pantry in shock; it had been entirely cleared of food. And she had none of it for herself, I felt bad for her, for I knew she would never say anything to anyone about it. Fili walked on top of the table, carrying several cups of ale and knocking aside the food in his way.

"Who wants an ale? There you go."

"Let him have another drink!"

"Here you go." I noticed the sideways glances I received from some of the dwarves like Dwalin and Bofur. But there was one thing that made me feel more comfortable, I noticed Kili would throw in a glance, not one of disgust, but one of curiosity and then he would smile, and upon occasion I would smile back.

Dwalin poured his ale into Oin's hearing trumpet, and as Oin spluttered in anger, everyone else laughed including myself. Oin put his hearing trumpet to his mouth and blowed the ale out of it, making it squeal. One of the dwarves yelled, "On the count of three!" and the dwarves pounded their tankards together. Someone counted, "One!...Two!" Then all the dwarves went quiet and began drinking their ale together. They were incredibly messy, as ale fell all over their faces and ran down their beards. When finished drinking, they began burping; the youngest, Ori, let out the biggest burp. The dwarves laugh, but I gave a deep sigh, rolled my eyes, and covered them with my right hand. Bilba looked away in disgust.

When the meal finished, the dwarves left the table and began walking about. In their chaos, I grabbed two bright green apples from the table that were untouched, both of which I slid them into my bag. Then I walked into the kitchen. Bilba grabbed a doily back from Nori.

"Excuse me, that is a doily, not a dishcloth!"

"But it's full of holes!" Bofur interjected.

"It's supposed to look like that, it's crochet." Bilba said before giving a deep sigh.

"Oh, and a wonderful game it is too, if you got the balls for it."

"Bebother and confusticate these dwarves!" She breathed angrily where only Gandalf and I heard.

"My dear Bilba, what on earth is the matter?"

"What's the matter? I'm surrounded by dwarves. What are they doing here?" She quickly retorted.

"Oh, they're quite a merry gathering, once you get used to them." Nori had a chain of sausages over his shoulder, and Bofur grabbed them from him. They played tug of war with the sausages. I moved closer to Bilba to get out of the way.

"I don't want to get used to them. The state of my kitchen! There's mud trod into the carpet, they've pillaged the pantry. I'm not even going to tell you what they've done in the bathroom; they've all but destroyed the plumbing. I don't understand what they're doing in my house!" She stamped her foot as she breathed to try and regain composure. Ori came and interrupted the conversation.

"Excuse me. I'm sorry to interrupt, but what should I do with my plate?"

Fili came out of the hall before talking. "Here you go, Ori, give it to me." Fili took the plate from Ori and threw it to Kili, who threw it behind his back to Bifur, who was standing at the sink in the kitchen. Bifur caught it behind his back, without even looking at it. Kili, Fili, and other dwarves began throwing the plates, bowls, and utensils to each other, eventually throwing them to the sink to be washed. As dishware flies through the air, Gandalf ducked to avoid getting hit. At one point a bowl was headed straight for me, and I bent over backwards, in a perfect arch, to avoid it.

"Oh!" I heard Kili say and I looked at him, all before laughing, Kili joined in.

"Excuse me, that's my mother's West Farthing crockery, it's over a hundred years old!" Bilba said as she ran all over her house. The dwarves at the tablet began rhythmically drumming on the tablet with utensils and their fists. "And can you not do that? You'll blunt them!"

"Oh, hear that, lads? She says we'll blunt the knives."

Kili began singing and the other dwarves joined him, as they continued throwing the dishware.

"Blunt the knives, bend the forks

Smash the bottles and burn the corks

Chip the glasses and crack the plates

That's what Bilba 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 Bilba Baggins hates!" I doubled over laughing at the way it made no sense, but flowed perfectly.

Bilba huffed up in anger, only to find all the dishes stacked neatly and cleanly. The dwarves and Gandalf laughed. Suddenly, there were three loud knocks on the door, and everyone fell silent.

"He is here."

"Who? Who is here?" Bilba asked as we walked to the door. I looked at her and she looked at me confused, all I could do for her was shake my head and put one finger up to my lips. Gandalf opened the door, and there stood a dwarf, taller than most. He entered Bag End.

"Gandalf. I thought you said this place would be easy to find. I lost my way, twice. Wouldn't have found it at all had it not been for that mark on the door."

"Mark? There's no mark on that door. It was painted a week ago!" I tried to hold her back, but she was strong against my grasp, plus her fingernails were sharp against my skin.

"There is a mark; I put it there myself. Bilba Baggins, allow me to introduce the leader of our company, Thorin Oakenshield."

"So, this is the Hobbit. Tell me, Miss Baggins, have you done much fighting?"

"Pardon me?" She asked confused, her brow furrowed.

"Axe or sword? What's your weapon of choice?" Thorin asked ignoring Bilba's questions.

"Well, I have some skill at Conkers, if you must know, but I fail to see why that's relevant."

"Thought as much. She looks more like a gardener than a burglar. And who is this?" Thorin gestured to me.

"Ah, this is Ember March."

"The one you told me about? Tell me Ember have you done any fighting?"

"Yes sir," I answered quite boldly, but inside I was shaking. Thorin nodded and so did Gandalf.

"Axe or sword?"

"Either yet I prefer bow or knives." Thorin nodded in approval before walking away. Once I was alone in the hall I collapsed against the wall. My legs were shaking, my heart was beating fast, and my breathing was shaky. I had never been so nervous in front of a person in my life. Once I regained the feeling in my legs I walked back toward the dining room.

Thorin ate, and the rest of them talked to him. I again sat next to Gandalf. He took out his pipe and gestured it toward me. I removed my right hand glove and flicked my wrist and a small things of flame appeared over it. I lit Gandalf's pipe before blowing it out and putting my glove back on. Gandalf nodded in appreciation. I smiled.

"What news from the meeting in Ered Luin? Did they all come?" Balin asked Thorin.

"Aye. Envoys from all seven kingdoms." The dwarves murmured their joy.

"What do the dwarves of the Iron Hills say? Is Dain with us?"

"They will not come." The dwarves murmured in disappointment.

"They say this quest is ours, and ours alone." Further disappointed murmurs arose in the dining room.

"You're going on a quest?" Bilba asked with hope in her voice.

"Bilba, my dear lady, let us have a little more light." Bilba brought a candle to the table, where Gandalf had spread out a map which was in his pocket.

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

"The Lonely Mountain." Bilba read.

"Aye. Oin has read the portents, and the portents say it is time." Bloom called.

"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." Bilba, hearing "the beast," looked concerned.

"Uh, What beast?" She asked shyly.

"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 meat hooks, extremely fond of precious metals "

"Yes, I know what a dragon is." She said with more attitude.

"I'm not afraid! I'm up for it. I'll give him a taste of the Dwarfish iron right up his jacksie." Ori yelled, and I let out a hearty laugh. Several dwarves shouted.

"Sit down!" Dori said before pulling his brother back to his seat.

"The task would be difficult enough with an army behind us. But we number just thirteen, and not thirteen of the best, nor brightest." The dwarves started objecting, saying things like, "Hey, who are you calling dim?" "Watch it!", and "No!"

"We may be few in number, but we're fighters, all of us, to the last dwarf!" Fili said, which got the dwarves cheering.

"And you forget, we have a wizard in our company. Gandalf will have killed hundreds of dragons in his time." Kili said, which caused me to give a slight scoff, silent to all but myself.

"Oh, well, now, uh, I .I. I. wouldn't say that, I ... "

"How many, then?" Dori injected egging him on.

"Uh, what?"

"Well, how many dragons have you killed? Go on, give us a number!"

"Hm. Go on give them a number, I'll cover for you." I whispered to him. Gandalf embarrassedly started coughing on his pipe smoke; the dwarves jumped to their feet, arguing about the number of dragons Gandalf had killed. Thorin jumped up in anger and bellows, silencing the rest.

"Shazara! If we have read these signs, do you not think others will have read them too? Rumours have begun to spread. 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!"

All the dwarves cheered.

"You forget: the front gate is sealed. There is no way into the mountain." Balin said as he thought logically.

"That, my dear Balin, is not entirely true." Twiddling his fingers, Gandalf produced a dwarvish key, ornately wrought. Thorin looked at it in wonder.

"How came you by this?" Thorin asked bewildered.

"It was given to me by your father, by Thrain, for safekeeping. It is yours now."

Gandalf handed the key to Thorin as everyone looked on in wonder, including myself.

"If there is a key, there must be a door." Fili said and the dwarves nodded.

Gandalf pointed at runes on his map with his pipe.

"These runes speak of a hidden passage to the lower halls."

"There's another way in!" Kili said before smiling at me.

"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. 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."

"That's why we need a burglar." Ori called.

"Hm, A good one, too. An expert, I'd imagine." Bilba said and nodded. Her gold curls bounced on her shoulders as she nodded.

"And are you?" Gloin asked her.

"Am I what?"

"She said she's an expert! Hey hey!" Several dwarves laughed.

"M e? No, no, no, no, no. I'm not a burglar; I've never stolen a thing in my life." That was where we were different. "I'm afraid I have to agree with Miss Baggins. She's hardly burglar material." Bilba nodded in agreement.

"Aye, the wild is no place for gentlefolk who can neither fight nor fend for themselves." Dwalin stated. Bilba continued nodding in agreement.

"Aye, neither is it a place for a woman who can neither fight nor defend herself." Bofur said as the entire company looked at me. I felt anger rise up inside of me, and in one swift move I had pulled the needle knife from my bun,which caused my black curls out over my shoulders, and threw it in Bofur's direction, purposely hitting his hat, which caused it to stick to the wall. Silence fell over the dining room. I pushed my chair out from under me and stood up. The sound of my boots against the wood floor were the only sounds to be heard. I pulled the knife and hat from the wall.

"The next time this conversation is brought up, I'll make sure I won't miss." I said as I gave Bofur back his hat. Then I walked back to my seat mumbling under my breath. I pulled my hair off my shoulders to my back, all while expertly hiding my ears.

"A woman who cannot fight nor fend for herself my ass." I said under my breath as I sat down. The dwarves began arguing.

Gandalf, growing angry, rose to his full height and cast darkness over the group as started speaking in his "powerful" voice. The others stopped in awe.

"Enough! If I say Bilba Baggins is a burglar, then a burglar she is. And if I say Ember is to come with us, then no one should question it." Gandalf went back to his normal self.

"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. You asked me to find the fourteenth and fifteenth members of this company, and I have chosen Miss Baggins and Miss March. There's a lot more to her than appearances suggest, and she's got a great deal more to offer than any of you know, including herself. You must trust me on this. And, Ember is rather trained, she is extremely skilled, and intelligent. I would find it rather profitable if she came along. I have known her for what seems like all her life. Her intelligence is incomparable along with her skills, she is light on her feet, and can be a valuable asset in a fight." Gandalf turned toward me and smiled, I felt heat rise in my cheeks when I saw Kili giving me the biggest smile out of the corner of my eye.

"Very well. We will do it your way."

"No, no, no." Bilba tried to reason her way out of it, but it proved unprofitable. No one listened to her.

"Give them both the contract." Thorin subtlety gestured to me as well.

"Please." Bilba asked quietly as I stood up.

"Alright, we're off!" Balin handed Bilba a long contract.

"It's just the usual summary of out of pocket expenses, time required, remuneration, funeral arrangements, so forth." Balin said as he summarized it for me. I nodded.

"Funeral arrangements?" Bilba asked as she read. As Bilba stepped back a few feet to read the contract, Thorin leaned toward Gandalf and whispered to him. My skilled hearing perked up and I listened.

"I cannot guarantee her safety."

"Understood." Gandalf replied.

"Nor will I be responsible for her fate."

"Agreed." Bilba read parts of the contract out loud.

"Terms: Cash on delivery, up to but not exceeding one fifteenth of total profit, if any. Seems fair. Eh, Present company shall not be liable for injuries inflicted by or sustained as a consequence thereof including but not limited to lacerations ... evisceration … incineration?"

"Oh, aye, he'll melt the flesh off your bones in the blink of an eye." Bofur said, almost proud. Bilba looked a little breathless.

"Huh."

"You all right, lassie?" Balin asked. Bilba bent over, nauseous and pained.

"Uh, yeah...Feel a bit faint."

"Think furnace with wings." Bofur said and stood up. I quickly took the contract from Bilba, signed it, and gave it back to her. She shook her head and tried to breathe.

"Air, I need air."

"Flash of light, searing pain, then Poof! you're nothing more than a pile of ash." Bilba breathed heavily, trying to compose herself as the others stared at her. She stood up straight, and I thought she would be OK.

"Hmmm. Nope." Bilba fell on the floor in a faint.

"Ah, very helpful, Bofur." I said to him before rushing to her side. I had one of the dwarves carry her to her living room chair as I wet a dishcloth and made her a mug of coffee. I applied the cloth to the back of her neck, a trick my mother had taught me, and as she woke up I gave her the mug. Bilba was sitting on her chair, groggily and sort of cranky, holding the mug and talking to Gandalf. When I gave her the mug she mustered a smile as if to say thank you, I nodded and smiled in return.

"I'll be all right, let me just sit quietly for a moment."

"You've been sitting quietly for far too long. Tell me; when did doilies and your mother's dishes become so important to you? I remember a young Hobbit who always was running off in search of elves and the woods, who'd stay out late, come home after dark, trailing mud and twigs and fireflies. A young Hobbit who would have liked nothing better than to find out what was beyond the borders of the Shire. The world is not in your books and maps; it's out there."

"I can't just go running off into the blue. I am a Baggins, of Bag End."

"You are also a Took. Did you know that your great great great great uncle, Bullroarer Took, was so large he could ride a real horse?"

"Yes."

"Well he could. In the Battle of Green Fields, he charged the goblin ranks. He swung his club so hard it knocked the Goblin King's head clean off, and it sailed a hundred yards through the air and went down a rabbit hole. And thus the battle was won, and the game of golf invented at the same time."

"I do believe you made that up." I let out a small laugh as I squatted next to Bilba, ready if she fainted again. "Well, all good stories deserve embellishment. You'll have a tale or two to tell of your own when you come back."

"Can you promise that I will come back?" Bilba looked straight at me.

"No. And if you do, you will not be the same." I replied in return.

"That's what I thought. Sorry, Gandalf, I can't sign this. You've got the wrong Hobbit." She ran her shaking hand through her curls and let her bangs fall over her face.

Bilba walked away down the hall. Gandalf sighed and so did I. I stood up and walked out of Bag End into the cool night, without my coat. I sat on the bench and removed the necklace around my neck. It was simple, made of pure silver. The pendant was one tongue of a flame, with a bright turquoise jewel in the middle, my mother had given it to me right before she died. It was all I had left of her, for she had had it since she was little, it was a family heirloom. I smiled as I rubbed my finger over it.

"You're rather quiet aren't you?" I heard a voice ask from behind me and I turned around. Kili stood there smiling at me with his arms folded.

"I would say the same about you." I smiled in return. Kili walked over next to me and sat down.

"You had good aim back there, with Bofur. I was shocked when you didn't hit him."

"If I wanted to have hit him, I would have." Kili grinned at me. His dark brown eyes sparkled in the faint moonlight, he was good looking for a dwarf. His company made me feel more comfortable, other than the butterflies that were in my stomach, placed there every time he smiled at me.

"Kili I was looking everywhere for you, come on." Fili said through the open door, we both turned around. Kili stood up.

"Are you coming?" Kili asked me as I put my necklace on again. He held his hand out to me to help me up and I took it and let go when I stood up. He smiled again before turning around. I took one more look at the rolling hills illuminated by the moon and starlight. Then I walked inside.

The dwarves gathered in Bilba's living room, smoking their pipes by the fire. They all began humming, and soon Thorin began to sing, and the others joined him. Gandalf and I listened from nearby; I leaned into him and he wrapped one of his strong arms around my shoulder.

"Far over the misty mountains cold

To dungeons deep and caverns old

We must away ere break of day

To find our long forgotten gold

The pines were roaring on the height

The winds were moaning in the night

The fire was red, it flaming spread

The trees like torches blazed with light"

Translations:

Shazara- Silence

Du Bekâr- To arms

So I hope you liked it. I have a feeling this is going to be better than my other one. Love you guys!

XOXO