A Wolf In Sheep's Clothing

Summary- In which case, Bilbo Baggins is a wolf in sheep's clothing, Gandalf is a meddlesome no-good pointy-hatted busybody who should mind his own business, Trolls are terrified, elves are suspicious, and the dwarves are none the wiser.

(Or how I thought things should have gone down in the Hobbit, with BAMF!Bilbo)

Pairings- Thorin/Bilbo, Dwalin/Bofur, Fili/Kili

Long ago, before Middle Earth was filled with elves, dwarves, and man, it was empty. There were no trees, there were no animals; there was only the empty land. Another world, much like what Middle Earth would become later on in years, laid in glory to the species on it. One species, the Ancient Race, saw that the world was filling, and wished to see a new world, a world where they could live out the rest of their immortal lives in peace without war. The king of the Ancient Race asked Naudha, king of the gods, if they could travel to other lands. With his permission, the king took his people through a portal, created by the Ancient Race's Mage, and found Middle Earth, empty and unfilled. His people found happiness in the times they spent there, creating a kingdom in the sky, much like they had before, in Eerin, the world they were created in. The kingdom was high above the clouds, unseen to the lands below.

Soon, the presence of the Ancient Race brought about trees to grow, animals to live, and others to be. The Ancient Race never went to the land, never stepping foot on it for they were creatures of the sky. For 1,000 years they stayed like that, ignorant of what happened below.

In the time they spent in their kingdom, the Gods Neamhain, Morrighan, Daila and Luda found Middle Earth and wished to see it filled with more races. Morrighan, goddess of life and death, filled the land with elves, immortal and beautiful, like herself. Daila, goddess of fertility and Earth, created the dwarves, structures like rock and filled with the need to mine since they were created. Luda, god of war and fire, created man, willful beings that could change a tide unlike any other. Neamhain, goddess of Chaos and destruction, created the Dark Ones, evil to the core and only wanting what they saw, for greed laid waste on their souls. For 1,000 years, these beings lived on Middle Earth, both of sky and land not knowing of the other.

One day, a general of the Ancient Race wanted to explore the world below them. He asked he king and the king allowed for him to go on his expedition. He allowed him to travel to the world below with 500 of the Ancient Race, not knowing that the world was already inhabited. And so the general traveled, down the high mountain top that they settled their kingdom on and down to the lands below.

The day they made it down was a sad one. The men that had settled at the base of the mountain were taken with fright as the imposing figures of the Ancient Race stood before them. The general, disgusted by the beings before him, sought to purify the land. And so, he ordered the people in his group to kill them all. Many who thought like him did slaughter every man they encountered, however there were few that did not listen. They saw the bloodshed being spilled and knew they needed to inform their king. And so the brave few of only 9 traveled back up to the mountain top, seeking the council of their king. The king heard their tale. He was enraged that his people would do something so heinous. He set out with his 2 brothers, to the lands below.

Meanwhile, the general had made quite the war. He had managed to kill thousands of man, elf, and dwarf before his king confronted him. When the king ordered him to stop, the general argued, saying that the lands needed to be cleansed. He disobeyed, and continued to kill the other races. The king grew furious and set about the first war amongst the Ancient Race in ages. The battle lasted 15 days, ending with the general and the people that followed him being exiled to the Wastelands, a dark and dreadful place that only brought despair and depression. The exiled ones were held there with a strong magic, created by the king's Mage, his younger brother.

After the War of the Ancients, as it is called now, the king sent his people back to the sky, vowing that they would never spill blood on Middle Earth again. He stepped down from his position as king after that, taking refuge n the more peaceful parts of Middle Earth. He left his older brother as king, disappearing from his people's view. Never again was he heard from, not for 10,000 years. Known by his people as not dead, for the Ancient Race was immortal, like the elves, and could never die; he settled with life on the farmlands of western Middle Earth, living out his life as a gentle being. His life peaceful, until one day, a pointy-hatted meddlesome wizard decided to stick his nose where it didn't belong.