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You arrived at the hobbit hole long after all of the dwarves. It had taken an exceptionally long time to get dressed because you were determined to look your best this evening in order to make a good impression. Just because you were an apprentice of sorts to Gandalf didn't mean that you had go around looking like he did.
As you stood in front of the small round door, you took a moment to tug at and smooth your red dress to make sure it was properly placed. Then you gave the door three small knocks and waited for it to be answered.

It was opened by a very flustered hobbit. You quickly studied his features while he stared up at you with his mouth slightly open. He was actually quite a handsome looking little fellow.

After a moment or two of awkward silence, you gently asked, "May I come in?"

"O-of course," he stuttered, moving aside to let you through the doorway.

"My name is y/n," you said, offering your hand to him. He quickly wiped his hand on his pants before taking yours to shake it. He was blushing bright red at the contact and smiling nervously up at you. You couldn't help but notice how becoming his smile was. "I'm Bilbo. Bilbo Baggins."

"It is very nice to meet you, Bilbo."

"The pleasure is all mine," he said, still holding onto your hand.

The moment was interrupted by Gandalf entering the hallway. "Ah! Y/n! I see you've finally made it."

"It takes a long time to look this good, Gandalf," you replied with a laugh.

"Come in here and let me introduce you to everyone."

After naming all of the dwarves in turn, he said, "This is my apprentice, y/n. She will be joining us on this quest."

"In what role?" Thorin gruffly asked.

"She is a specialist in dragons."

There was a lot of muttering between the dwarves at this point.

"Have a seat, y/n, while we explain things to you and our burglar."

"But there isn't a chair for-"

"I'll get you one!" Bilbo interrupted a little too loudly. Then he rushed into another room and came back with a chair for you. You couldn't help but blush a bit as you thanked him and sat down.

"So how exactly is this woman a dragon specialist?" Thorin said, addressing Gandalf. "And how did she come by this knowledge?"

You shifted uncomfortabally in your seat. Gandalf was never one to reveal too much, but the questions still made you nervous. It didn't help your comfort any that the hobbit-sized chair was too small for you.

"It is too extensive to explain now, but she will be extremely valuable when the time comes."

You could feel Bilbo staring at you, but everytime you looked at him and smiled he'd flush red and turn his gaze away from you.

"Fine," Thorin said. "She can join us."

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"He's not going, is he?" You asked Gandalf sadly. You had been watching the conversation between him and Bilbo from a distance, and although you couldn't hear their words over the noise of the dwarves' conversations, you could tell from the body language that it hadn't gone well.

"I had so hoped he would," you said, plopping down in the chair previously occupied by the halfling.

"You have become quite smitten with him."

"Of course not!" You said far too defensively. "I just met him, and it would be unprofessional, and..." you continued to rattle off a few more reasons while Gandalf raised his eyebrows in disbelief.

Finally you gave up lying both to yourself and to Gandalf and said "Yes, I am smitten with him. But it doesn't matter because he isn't going. And even if he did, and he happened to return my feelings, he wouldn't once he found out the truth about me."

"Perhaps you are judging him too quickly."

Sighing, you replied, "Everyone is the same, Gandalf. They don't mean to be, but they are, and honestly I don't even blame them."

"Radagast and I did not treat you the same as the others."

"That's different. You two are just...odd," you said with a smirk.

Gandalf's chuckling was interrupted by the sound of someone clearing their throat behind you. Turning, you saw Bilbo standing behind you, fidgeting nervously.

"I'm sorry to interrupt, but I wanted to let you know that I have a guest room. I-in case you wanted to use it for the night, Miss Y/n."

Getting up from the chair and moving over to Bilbo you said, "Thank you. I'd like that very much."

He stood there just smiling at you for a few moments before you continued, "Will you show me where it is?"

"Ah! Yes! That would probably help wouldn't it! Ha!" It was obvious that he was embarrassed. "Right this way."

After he'd escorted you to the room, he said "If you need anything, just let me know. Um, goodnight Miss Y/n."

"You can just call me y/n."

Smiling the biggest smile you'd seen yet, he repeated, "Goodnight...y/n."

Description
You arrived at the hobbit hole long after all of the dwarves. It had taken an exceptionally long time to get dressed because you were determined to look your best this evening in order to make a good impression. Just because you were an apprentice of sorts to Gandalf didn't mean that you had go around looking like he did.
As you stood in front of the small round door, you took a moment to tug at and smooth your red dress to make sure it was properly placed. Then you gave the door three small knocks and waited for it to be answered.

It was opened by a very flustered hobbit. You quickly studied his features while he stared up at you with his mouth slightly open. He was actually quite a handsome looking little fellow.

After a moment or two of awkward silence, you gently asked, "May I come in?"

"O-of course," he stuttered, moving aside to let you through the doorway.

"My name is y/n," you said, offering your hand to him. He quickly wiped his hand on his pants before taking yours to shake it. He was blushing bright red at the contact and smiling nervously up at you. You couldn't help but notice how becoming his smile was. "I'm Bilbo. Bilbo Baggins."

"It is very nice to meet you, Bilbo."

"The pleasure is all mine," he said, still holding onto your hand.

The moment was interrupted by Gandalf entering the hallway. "Ah! Y/n! I see you've finally made it."

"It takes a long time to look this good, Gandalf," you replied with a laugh.

"Come in here and let me introduce you to everyone."

After naming all of the dwarves in turn, he said, "This is my apprentice, y/n. She will be joining us on this quest."

"In what role?" Thorin gruffly asked.

"She is a specialist in dragons."

There was a lot of muttering between the dwarves at this point.

"Have a seat, y/n, while we explain things to you and our burglar."

"But there isn't a chair for-"

"I'll get you one!" Bilbo interrupted a little too loudly. Then he rushed into another room and came back with a chair for you. You couldn't help but blush a bit as you thanked him and sat down.

"So how exactly is this woman a dragon specialist?" Thorin said, addressing Gandalf. "And how did she come by this knowledge?"

You shifted uncomfortabally in your seat. Gandalf was never one to reveal too much, but the questions still made you nervous. It didn't help your comfort any that the hobbit-sized chair was too small for you.

"It is too extensive to explain now, but she will be extremely valuable when the time comes."

You could feel Bilbo staring at you, but everytime you looked at him and smiled he'd flush red and turn his gaze away from you.

"Fine," Thorin said. "She can join us."

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"He's not going, is he?" You asked Gandalf sadly. You had been watching the conversation between him and Bilbo from a distance, and although you couldn't hear their words over the noise of the dwarves' conversations, you could tell from the body language that it hadn't gone well.

"I had so hoped he would," you said, plopping down in the chair previously occupied by the halfling.

"You have become quite smitten with him."

"Of course not!" You said far too defensively. "I just met him, and it would be unprofessional, and..." you continued to rattle off a few more reasons while Gandalf raised his eyebrows in disbelief.

Finally you gave up lying both to yourself and to Gandalf and said "Yes, I am smitten with him. But it doesn't matter because he isn't going. And even if he did, and he happened to return my feelings, he wouldn't once he found out the truth about me."

"Perhaps you are judging him too quickly."

Sighing, you replied, "Everyone is the same, Gandalf. They don't mean to be, but they are, and honestly I don't even blame them."

"Radagast and I did not treat you the same as the others."

"That's different. You two are just...odd," you said with a smirk.

Gandalf's chuckling was interrupted by the sound of someone clearing their throat behind you. Turning, you saw Bilbo standing behind you, fidgeting nervously.

"I'm sorry to interrupt, but I wanted to let you know that I have a guest room. I-in case you wanted to use it for the night, Miss Y/n."

Getting up from the chair and moving over to Bilbo you said, "Thank you. I'd like that very much."

He stood there just smiling at you for a few moments before you continued, "Will you show me where it is?"

"Ah! Yes! That would probably help wouldn't it! Ha!" It was obvious that he was embarrassed. "Right this way."

After he'd escorted you to the room, he said "If you need anything, just let me know. Um, goodnight Miss Y/n."

"You can just call me y/n."

Smiling the biggest smile you'd seen yet, he repeated, "Goodnight...y/n."