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"Going On An Adventure": Chapter Two of the Thorin Oakenshield story "Treasure of the Wild"

"Treasure of the Wild" : Goin On An Adventure : Chapter Two:

A Thorin Oakenshield Story

Warnings: This is a re-imagining The Hobbit, which of course I do not own. The only thing I own is Fawn and her invidual story and such. That being said, it takes place in Middle Earth which is gritty and slightly traumatizing in and of itself. So there's that warning.

The first rays of light had yet to grace the Shire when Fawn arose.

The sky outside was still an inky sort of blue as she gathered her dressing gown around her.

With a heavy sigh, she opened the door and stepped into the night, settling down onto the bench to smoke her pipe.

Last night after she'd departed to bed, she'd had a good cry over the words exchanged with her brother and then set about packing.

She'd laid her clothes across the wooden trunk at the end of her bed and had a fitful sleep.

Excitement had bubbled inside her, of course; what with the unknown possibilties dangling in front of her like she were horse and it some prized carrot.

But also, she was unsettled by Bilbo's words.

Did he really mean it? If she left, would she really be barred from returning?

Would her home in Bag End be gone from her?

Would he really claim her as his family no more?

Her spiral of misery was interrupted as the door opened drawing her attention.

Dark hair streaked with rivers of silver that caught the starlight told her exactly who it was before the moon had a chance to light those fiery sapphire eyes.

He paused at the sight of her, "My apologies, m'lady. I will wait."

"Nonsense." she said, scooting over and patting the bench beside her. "There is plenty of room in Bag End for the both of us and plenty as well on this bench. Come and smoke your pipe, Master Oakenshield."

He bowed his head in gratitude as he sat beside her.

It was silent between them for a moment.

The only sound being that of the Shire and their exhales of smoke that spiraled together dancing off into the distance.

"It's Thorin, by the way." he spoke.

"Pardon?" she asked, blinking over at him.

"Thorin." he repeated. "You don't have to call me Master Oakenshield every time. Just Thorin will do. I never actually got to introduce myself properly before. Gandalf cut in."

She nodded, a slight small pulling at her lips, lifting her fluffy cheeks up a bit.

"I suppose he was probably trying to deflate my brother's temper before it got out of hand at the prospect of him defacing our property." she said glancing at him. "Bilbo did, in fact, paint that door a week ago. If he knew Gandalf went carving into it he'd be set about like a wet hen."

Thorin chuckled at the image of the hobbit having a right fit.

"It wouldn't be the first time though." she continued. "I think I was nearly eight or so when he'd painted it last. And I, in my obviously clearly superior wisdom at all of eight years old, thought it could do with some additions."

Thorin lifted a brow for further explanation.

"I painted daisies on the wet paint with mud." she said.

Thorin's chest shook as a deep rumbling laugh overcame him and she couldn't help but join him.

"He did not find it so funny, I assure you." she said.

"I would've loved to have seen that sight." he admitted.

"Oh, it was a sight to behold." she said. "He was so cross with me that he didn't speak to me for a day. I honestly thought he was going to to take me back where he'd found me."

Thorin's brows furrowed, "Where he fou-"

He never got the chance to finish that sentence as Gandalf poked his head out the door.

"We should get a move on. Make sure everyone has everything. We need to be on our way at first light."

Fawn nodded, gathering the skirt of her dressing gown.

"Coming, Master Oak-" she stopped at his glance. "Thorin. Are you coming, Thorin?"

He nodded, "Yes, Miss Bagg-"

He paused at her own look.

A smile tugged at his lips as he corrected himself, "Fawn. Yes, I'm coming."

The two of them made their way back inside, Thorin making sure to get ahead of her and open the door.

She gave him a small, sweet smile as she passed him, "Thank you."

He tilted his head again, those fiery eyes of his following in her wake.

Fawn returned to her room, fluffy cheeks aflame and a thundering heart to boot.

Her fingers ghosted over the afghan and she pulled it to her chest for a tight hug.

"Mother, be with me on this journey. Please give me strength." she whispered into the night before folding it neatly and laying it over the bed again.

She thought of taking it, in case Bilbo really meant what he said but chose not to in a silent prayer that maybe he would see it and know that she was only doing what she felt in her heart.

She turned to her glory box at the end of her bed once more and pulled out the shining dagger that she'd kept hidden for so long.

Long and silver with strips of black leather around the handle and one shimmering blue stone in the end.

She held it in her hand once more, the weight of it heavy in her palm.

It was comforting.

Another rustle of fabric and she retrieved her other hidden treasures wrapped up in her thatch of fur from long ago.

She'd long since outgrown the deep blue dress of her youth that her mother had made.

Cuts of it now served as wrappings for her long dark hair to keep it from her eyes.

The thatch of fur had been refashioned into a lovely stole that she wore with her winter coat to keep her neck cozy.

She'd never actually repurposed those silver mountain buttons but chose them to keep them on her at all times.

A comfort resting in her pockets that she counted when she got overwhelmed or panicked.

She shook the lingering glimmers of memories past from her mind and gathered the weapons she'd been hiding for years.

A set of throwing knives, sharp and delicately made to look like feathers.

An absolutely beautiful hatchet with a handle of ebony wood and shining steel for the blade.

The carvings were beautiful, geometric and ornate.

Fawn knew them to be dwarves as all of her small hoard of weapons were.

She'd purchased them from a dwarrow couple over the years for the short time they resided in Bree.

Fawn had an affinity for shiny little trinkets in general but she could not deny that her heart beat a bit faster when it came to weaponry.

She'd always hid them, of course.

It wasn't very respectable for a hobbit to have weapons of war about in their homes.

Much less a lady.

Though, Fawn was not a hobbit and she hardly deemed to call herself a lady with her adventurous and less than respectable tendencies.

A smile pulled at her lips as she tugged on her best boots.

A sturdy pair leather boots that had once been dark were now faded gray with a glinting steel cap on each toe. Purchased from that same dwarrow couple a few years back.

Try as she might, Fawn Baggins was no hobbit and therefore she did, in fact, need shoes.

Those boots were worth every coin as they had lasted her ten years already and the only sign of age was simply the faded color.

Soon after she was dressed and pulling her pack behind her.

Her eyes lingered on that thatch of fur for a moment.

It was April now with summer approaching but she hadn't really any idea how long she'd be gone or what type of lands she'd been crossing.

As a last minute decision she snatched it up and tucked it in the sack, if nothing else but for comfort and the memory of her mother's eyes when she'd first brought it home.

She gently closed her bedroom door and moved into the corridor, her eyes flitting over her childhood home.

Framed on the wall or various shelves were paintings and sketchings done in her youth.

Carvings by her father's endless wittling and many a crocheted doily by grandmama.

She stopped in front of her brother who was currently laid out, having clearly been exhausted from the prior evening's events.

His curls were a mess and his eyelashes brushed against his cheeks.

She was going to miss him so much.

She hoped he wouldn't be too angry with her.

She leaned down to press the softest of kisses into his curls and whispered, "Please forgive me, brother. I love you with all my heart. Keep me in yours with fondness, please."

The dwarves waiting outside had had no trouble in hearing her but chose not to remark on it.

Thorin glanced at his closest friend, Dwalin, to see him looking inside with an odd sort of look in his eyes.

Thorin had seen it before.

He pitied her and, in truth, so did Thorin.

Gandalf, stood in the doorway, opened his arm for her, "Come, Fawn. It is time to go."

She sniffled softly, looking once more at Bilbo, before she turned and joined them.

The door closed behind her and she felt the finality of it like a great slam though Gandalf had only eased it shut.

A chapter had closed in her life and that chapter was Bag End.

The heaviness sat upon her chest like a great boulder but she charged forward none the less following the Company as they trekked down the small path towards a bunch of grazing ponies.

Fawn's eyes sparkled at the sight of them, a smile tugging at her lips.

"Oh, Fawn, dear. I nearly forgot in all of the excitement last night." Gandalf said drawing her attention. "But I have something for you."

He stepped aside revealing an absolutely magnificent, gray horse with a patch of white coating part of it's neck and face and there, right across the patch, it was spotted with an expolsion of dark spots.

Fawn gasped, "Gandalf, how beautiful!"

The wizard chuckled.

"Well, the two of you seem to share a marking." he said gesturing to the dots all over her face. "And when I saw, I just knew you were meant for one another." "What's his name?" she whispered, slowly moving forward.

"Her name is Constellation." Gandalf said in that mystical way of his. "For the many stars who have graced her."

"Constellation." Fawn whispered, gently petting the creature and practically vibrating with pure excitement. "Connie, for short."

Laughter bubbled up around her but Fawn's eyes were for Connie and Connie alone.

"As I said, I meant to gift her last night for your birthday but time completely got away from me." he said which caused an absolute uproar from the dwarves.

"Birthday?!" "What do you mean it was your birthday?" "Why didn't you say anything?" "You should've told us!"

"Well, we had only just met." Fawn said gently. "I was just happy to have guests. You all made my birthday a very merry evening. I will be forever grateful for the joy you have brought me."

"Aye, lass but if we'd known we might've-" Dwalin began.

"You might've gone away in some absurd act of being polite and while I appreciate the sentiment… I would've been very sad. I much more enjoyed the alternative. I haven't celebrated my birthday truly since mother's passing and the gathering we had last night would've pleased her greatly. She was the life of the party. She would have absolutely adored each and every one of you." Fawn said kindly but to the point.

"And furthermore," she said as she swung herself up onto Connie. "Belladonna Took would've taken great pride in the fact that her home was the meeting place for The Company of Thorin Oakenshield to discuss this great quest to reclaim Erebor and slay that dirty old slug, Smaug."

The dwarves chuckled at her attitude though Gandalf had to agree, "Tis true. If Belladonna were still here, she would've been the first to sign the contract to go, no doubt dragging blustering old Bungo along with her."

"Exactly." said Fawn. "So I don't want to hear another word about it. It was a lovely gathering and I thank you all of for attending the birthday party that I did not plan but am, in fact, very grateful for. When we reach Erebor, I shall make you all a cake in gratitude."

"Well, if it's the seed cakes then I will hold you to it, lass." Dwalin said, a mischevious twinkle in his eye.

She grinned at him, fluffy cheeks pushing her eyes up into little half moons.

Thorin said nothing through the whole ordeal but instead chose to just stare at her with her dark sheet of hair twisted into a knot at the back of her head and her pillowy, plump body and her pretty soft cheeks.

And her absolutely lovely eyes that glittered like topaz.

Fawn Baggins was a vision to Thorin Oakenshield.

A vision he very much could not afford to have cloud his own.

However, he couldn't truly say that he minded.

The Company set out and Fawn eventually ended up between Fili and Kili, the young heirs.

"So Fawn." Kili began, gathering her attention.

"Yes, dear?" she asked, glancing at the dark haired prince…. who immediately blushed at both the attention and term of endearment.

"Those are some rather nice boots you've got there." he commented.

"Aye, they look dwarven in make." Fili piped up, drawing her attention to the blond.

"Thank you." she said with a proud little grin. "They are. There used to the loveliest dwarrow couple who lived in Bree for a short time. Just the sweetest people. Fonel made such beautiful things and when it was time for a new pair of shoes, I knew exactly who I was seeing. Her husband, Vren, worked as a blacksmith. He made the loveliest things. Oh, you should've seen it. I could've spent all my time in that forge!"

"Truly?" Kili asked, easily catching her rather contagious excitement.

"Truly!" she grinned and reached down to draw her dagger. "This little beauty right here is the very first piece I ever got from him. Fonel and Vren gave it to me as a gift for Yule one year."

Fili reached forward, "May I?"

She handed it over and his eyes grew taking in the blade, "This is quite the gift and if a dwarrow gave it to you as a gift you should be rest assured that they thought very highly of you, Miss Fawn."

Her eyes glimmered with tears, "I thought very highly of them as well. They made my little adventures to Bree a very pleasant time. They were like family. I miss them terribly."

"Miss them? Are they not still in Bree?" Kili asked.

Fawn shook her head, "No, they were only there for a few years. Vren said they were moving towards the Ironhills in search of some of their kin. Said they had a new pebble to take care of. I later found out that pebble means a baby. Which is highly adorable and I love it so much that should I ever decide to have a child, I will most certainly and without fail be referring to them as a pebble. And I don't care what anyone says."

There was a collective chuckle as her sassy vehemenent insistence on the matter.

"But in any matter, apparently Vren's sister would need as much help as she could get with the little one and so they were going to help." she said. "Which, of course, I do understand. Babies are such clumsy, accident prone little things but oh how sweet and precious they are."

Thorin, at the head of the group, looked forward but could not help the smile at tugged at his lips listening to her gushing over little ones.

"I do hope to see them again someday though. I miss them something fierce and, of course, it wouldn't exactly hurt my feelings to see this cute little pebble that they left for." she said, a mischevious little giggle escaping her at the thought.

"Babies are cute." Kili admittedly. "Clumsy, yes. But cute nonetheless."

"'Cept you." Fili teased his brother. "You looked like a troll."

"Oi!" Kili said, throwing his boot at this brother who only laughed and caught it before it could connect.

"Aw, Fili." Fawn laughed. "How mean. Kili, I'll bet that you were a positively adorable little pebble. What? With you big dark eyes? Sparkly little puppy eyes are dangerous. I bet you got whatever you wanted!"

"Aye, he did actually." Fili admitted. "I was there."

"I doubt you were no different." Fawn teased. "All fluffy blond hair and blue eyes and dimples to boot! Like a little lion cub, I'm sure. If I should ever have the opportunity to meet your mother I shall have to commend her for her strength. I don't know that it something I possess. I will admit that I am very, very, very weak when it comes to little ones. What did you say her name was again?"

"Dis." Fili said. "And when you see Amad, you'll understand how she had absolutely no trouble telling us no. She's a force to be reckoned with."

"Aye, it's Uncle Thorin who let us get away with everything." Kili added.

"Oh? Is that so?"

Thorin rolled his eyes at the positively impish tone to her voice.

"Those days have long since passed." he said aiming it more towards his nephews than her as he turned to lift a dark brow at them.

"Oh, I'm sure." she said, a little smirk on her plump lips.

Thorin narrowed his eyes at her.

She was teasing and yet… he couldn't find it in him to be upset.

She looked far too happy in that moment.

"What about you, Miss Fawn?"

It was Bofur that spoke up this time.

"What about me?" she asked.

"What were you like as a pebble?" he asked.

"Oh, that's something you'll have to ask Bilbo. Bilbo-" she started immediately looking for her brother only for her smile to fall, "Oh, right. Um, well, maybe one day you can ask him if you pass through the Shire again. He can tell you better than I."

Fawn's entire demeanor seemed to change and she sunk a bit in the saddle.

Fili and Kili exchanged a look behind her back before glancing at their uncle who looked at her a moment longer before looking away when he couldn't bare the sight of her sad features anymore.

"Ah, cheer up, lassie." said Balin. "It'll be alright."

Fawn forced a smile to the older dwarf.

"Balin is right, my dear." Gandalf spoke. "Bilbo will be along soon enough. You know he doesn't let you get too far for too long without him."

"I'm afraid not this time, old friend." Fawn said with a sigh. "You heard him. I've gone and done it this time. Made a real Took of myself."

"Well, then. You should be quiet proud." the wizard said. "I was always fond of the Tooks. And Bilbo will be along, dear. He is a Baggins by name but the both of you have got a Tookish streak in you a mile long. Give it time."

Fawn shook her head at the old wizard.

He knew very well that she hadn't any Took blood in her at all.

"In fact, I'd wager that he's waking up right about now, realizing how dreadfully boring it will be without your troublesome self and is all but running to follow us so that he doesn't perish from the quiet." he said.

"I'll take that wager!" someone shouted which then ensued a vigorous conversation revolving placing bets as to when and if Bilbo would show.

Fawn had her doubts and stayed out of the betting but it did make her a smile a little to see them all mischeviously jiggling their coin pouches.

The Company carried on through the woodland for a bit longer until a cry cut through the air.

"Wait!"

A gasp ripped it's way out of Fawn as she turned to see her brother running to catch up with them.

She bolted off of Connie and raced towards him as fast as she could.

"Bilbo!" she cried, snatching him from the ground in a spinning hug. "You came!"

"Of course I came, Fawnie." he sighed when she sat him down and knelt before him.

Bilbo held her cheek in his hand for a moment, "I couldn't very well let you run off on your own, now could I? I picked you up all those years ago and brought you home and promised to look after you. I can't very well do that sat in Bag End while you're off on some grand adventure now can I?"

Fawn sniffled, tears in her eyes, "No, I suppose not. And it's a good thing too. You know I'm just loads of a trouble."

"Exactly. It was purely practicality really." he teased.

"Of course. A civic duty really." she said, laughing through her tears.

"Wouldn't have been fair at all for me to leave the dwarves to put up with you." he teased.

"Tis true. I'm a handful. Just terrible really." she agreed.

"Miss Fawn, you're no trouble at all and I-" Kili started to defend her but stopped when he saw the two of them smile at him. "Oh, you're joking. Sorry."

The pair of them shared a laugh before Fawn sniffed again, "You're really coming?"

"Yes, I am." he said, urging her to stand and they made their way towards the front of the group.

"I signed it." Bilbo said, waving the contract before presenting to Balin who made a show of opening his eyeglass and looking it over.

"Everything appears to be in order." said Balin before placing a well aimed wink at the hobbit. "Welcome, Master Baggins, to the Company of Thorin Oakenshield."

There was a round of chuckles from the group and Fawn took to squeezing her brother in happiness again.

"Easy, Fawn, easy." Bilbo gasped. "Cutting off the air supply."

"Oh, right, sorry, sorry." she said, releasing him.

Thorin watched the interaction amused with both the hobbit's change of heart and the massive smile on Fawn's face.

He decided right then that she looked absolutely radiant when she was happy like that and it was a sight he wouldn't mind seeing more of.

Fawn glanced up at him and their gazes lingered for a moment before he eventually broke it to say, "Give him a pony."

"No, no, no, no. That won't be necessary. Thank you. I'm sure I can keep up." Bilbo stuttered.

"Oh, yes, Bilbo! You just have to. They're so cute!" Fawn tittered excitedly. "And you've yet to meet Connie!"

"I've done my fair share of walking on holiday- and who's Connie?" Bilbo said, eyes growing in size when he watched his sister climb upon the great steed.

"This is Connie! Constellation actually but Connie for short! Isn't she lovely?" Fawn asked.

"Yes, yes, Fawn, lovely." he said, getting a bit nervous about the ponies. "But really I'm in no need of a pony. I've even gotten as far as Frogmorton once- urgh!"

His nervous rambling was cut off when Fili and Kili simply picked him up and placed him on the pony.

Fawn had Connie sidle up next to him with a giant smile on her face.

Rather unnerving actually.

Bilbo never knew anything good to come when she was that excited.

"Bofur!" she called and the dwarf in question.

"Yes, lass?" he smiled at her.

"What is the name of this pony?" she asked.

"Hasn't got one." he said. "Just a pony."

"Just a pony!" she gasped in pure outrage. "How rude! I shall name you, darling. Don't fret."

Bilbo gave his sister a look of exasperation, "Must you?"

"I must." she said. "Now, let's see. You're a lovely color, darling. Maybe Cinnamon? No, no, that won't do. Perhaps, Brownie? No, that is dreadful. Biscuit?! No, that's a terrible name for a pony. What was I thinking?"

Thorin could not hold his smile at the sound of her muttering.

Luckily, he was at the front.

Well, save for Dwalin, who - at a glance- gave him a very knowing look.

He simply scowled at him.

"I've got it! Myrtle! Her name shall be Myrtle!" Fawn beamed.

"Myrtle?" Ori asked softly.

"Yes!" Fawn grinned. "Myrtle from the myrtle tree which has absolutely lovely fragrant blossoms AND is a symbol of purity. Good luck, you know."

"And you want to name a pony after purity?" Gloin asked.

"Yes, of course." she said. "My other option was Magnolia which means 'great excellence' but I found that a bit too onstentatious. Additionally, it would've been Maggie for short. Bilbo and I have a cousin called Maggie and, well, she is incredibly unpleasant. I should not like to invoke that negative energy onto this quest, thank you very much."

The group chuckled at her ramblings while Bilbo scolded her.

"Fawn Baggins, that was rude." Bilbo said.

"It's true!" she said back. "She is unpleasant. Nearly as bad as Lobelia. And besides, dearest darling Myrtle is a sweetheart. I shouldn't like to burden her with a name laden with such negative connotations. Honestly, Bilbo, it's like you don't even know me sometimes!"

Fili couldn't help but grin.

Fawn Baggins was a riot and she seemed to come alive all the more when her brother was near.

He was glad the hobbit had decided to join for more than one reason.

When it was time to pay up coin purses started flying through the air and Fawn moved up to take Gandalf's place near the front.

She and Connie sidled up beside Dwalin who greeted her with an uncharacteristic smile.

Though to Fawn, it was all too familiar in the two days she'd known him.

He seemed to have a soft spot for her.

"Feelin' better now are ye', lass?" he asked, a knowing twinkle in his eye when he saw Thorin bristle out of the corner of his eye.

"Much!" she grinned. "May I ride up here with you? I like to keep my eyes ahead if possible. I'm very excited to see where we're going."

"Yer not botherin me, lass." he said. "I don' mind yer company at all."

She grinned, those fluffy cheeks sending her eyes into half moons again, "Great!"

"Thorin?" she called his name and he glanced at her to show she had his attention. "Where are we headed exactly?"

He lifted a brow, "To Erebor." he said simply.

She sighed at him dramatically, "Well, yes. But what path are we taking? I didn't get the best look at the map last night."

"You needn't worry yourself with it." he said with a shake of his head. "Just stick close to me and you'll be safe."

Dwalin cut his eyes sideways at his old friend.

An interesting choice of words … but he decided to let him have this.

"Well, the only reason I really asked was because if we were to travel the old main path, there is a short detour that curves but leads out all the same." she said.

"And?" he asked. "For what reason would we divert from our original path?"

"There is a rather wild garden that grows on that path that is free to all. We could stock up on some things. Wild herbs, there are vegetables and a few of the trees are fruiting right now. Not all but some." she said.

"And how came you to know of this garden free to all?" he inquired.

"Because I planted it." she said matter of factly. "It is for any wary traveler to use as long as they are respectful to the earth."

Bilbo, further down the line, smiled softly at her words as he knew them to be true.

That 'free to all' garden had been there for twenty years and always had something to bare.

Fawn had claimed that patch when she was around nine or so on a trip back from holiday and they'd come across a traveler who was hungry.

Fawn had promptly given him everything edible in her bag and vowed to find him more.

Bilbo remembered the determined little girl, climbing through berry brambles and climbing trees for an apple.

The traveller had been grateful and went on his way in much better shape than they'd found him.

Fawn had been disturbed by the idea of someone going hungry though and spent the longest time turning it into the 'free to all garden" .

It flourished and Bilbo had never told her but he'd been very proud of her for it.

"I think it's a great idea!" Fili piped up from his spot by Bilbo.

"Yeah, I want to see this magical garden!" called Kili.

"Well, it's not magical." Fawn grinned at the pair of them as she turned. "But there are blackberries! Which, for this time of year, is pretty magical, I'd say."

"Blackberries?" Thorin asked.

Dwalin smirked.

Hook, line and sinker.

She had him.

Thorin Oakenshield was a sucker for blackberries and it was clear as day on his face.

"Yes!" she grinned at him. "And they are rather good if I do say so myself. I'm not sure why they come so early as blackberry season isn't really until at least height of summer but it's always been like that in the garden. But I love blackberries so I just don't question it. Best not to jinx it."

"And how long will it take with this detour?" Thorin asked.

Dwalin could see the cogs turning in his head.

"Oh, six one way, half a dozen the other. No difference really. A bit more scenic. And there are a lot of deer near if you wanted to have a quick hunt. And it's not exactly Bag End but I have made a little shelter there as well. Just something to keep you safe and dry if you were traveller in need of it." she said.

"And how far is it?" he asked.

"From here? Oh about a day or so depending." she said.

"Depending on what?" he asked.

"Depending on how fast you want to get to the blackberries!" she said impishly making him chuckle in spite of himself.

He couldn't help it.

Thorin glanced back at Balin, "What say you?"

The white haired dwarrow looked at the woman in question with her big puppy eyes and pleading face.

"I say it would be a good idea to replenish supplies and take refuge. We'll no doubt have plenty of difficult times ahead, Thorin. Best we take the opportunities when presented." he said.

Thorin held his gaze a bit longer before glancing among the hopeful looks of the company and finally to the woman who was looking at him with the biggest hopeful eyes he'd ever seen.

He caved. Hard.

"Alright. Take us to your little garden when we're close." he said and chuckled again when she cheered.

"Yay! You won't be sorry! I promise!" she said.

And truthfully, Thorin didn't think he would be.

Even if it ended up in a mess.

Even if they ended up lost.

Somewhere deep down… he knew it was worth it just to see that happy little smile on her face.

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Hello loves! Thank you for being patient with me as I worked on this update!

I do hope you like it and are getting deeper into Fawn's character.

I will say, she's not exactly as she seems and I'm curious to see if any of you pick up on the clues and figure out the secret before it's revealed. I would love to know your thoughts!

Also, if you want to catch up on the story, there are two parts before this. The Prologue: A Baggins of Bag End and Chapter One: An Unexpected Hostess.

With love eternally, Kenny

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