My name is Kahlen Baggins. But just so were clear, I'm not blood related to Bilbo Baggins. Confused yet? Well, I was just a baby when I was left of Belladonna Took's door step. So I grew up as Bilbo's sister. We were the closest of all the brothers and sisters, and loved each other the most. Then Belladonna died, and Bilbo and I were left with Bag End. And that is where this story starts.
I sat comfortably beside Bilbo on the bench, enjoying the warm morning sun. Bilbo was smoking his pipe, while I was reading a book. Suddenly, a gush of wind blew the smoke from Bilbo's pipe right into my face as I took a breath. I chocked on the smoke and coughed repeatedly.
"Must you smoke right beside me?" I asked Bilbo, who was completely unaware of my situation. Bilbo ignored me.
"Hello?" I called, waving a hand in his face. He jumped back into reality and stared straight ahead.
"Good Morning," Bilbo said in a polite tone. I looked straight ahead and an elderly man in a grey coat and pointy hat stood before me.
"What do you mean?" he said. "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?"
"All at once I suppose," said Bilbo. "And a very fine morning for a pipe of tobacco, sit down and have a fill of mine!"
Bilbo looked very excited for some reason. I couldn't tell why. He blew a round circle of smoke and it slowly floated over the hill without breaking.
"Very pretty," the man said. "But I have no time to blow smoke-rings this morning. I'm looking for someone to share in an adventure that I'm arranging, and it's very difficult to find anyone."
Bilbo almost chocked on his smoke at the thought of an adventure. But the man smiled, seeing my eyes light up at the thought. I would love to go on an adventure!
"I should think so in these parts! We are plain, quiet folk and have no use for adventures. Nasty, disturbing uncomfortable things! Make you late for dinner! I can't think what anybody sees in them," Mr Baggins said, his Took side being slowly crushed by his responsible side. I sighed, feeling like I should yell to the old man that there is one person who wants an adventure. Me. A moment later, Bilbo stood up and walked to his letter box. He took out his letters and pretended they were important. He must think the man would just leave. However, the man stood there; leaning on his stick and I could tell it was making Bilbo quite uncomfortable. Finally, Bilbo broke the silence.
"Good morning," he said at last. "We don't want any adventures here, thank you! Try over the hill or across The Water."
And with that, Bilbo grabbed my arm, making me drop my book and dragged me towards the round green door.
"What a lot of things you use good morning for!" the elderly stranger said. "Now you mean you want to get rid of me, and that it won't be good until I move off."
"Not at all, not at all, my dear sir! Let me see, I don't think I know your name?" Bilbo said, loosening the grip of my wrist. Honestly, Bilbo could be so rude sometimes! I shrugged him off and went to collect my book from the stool.
"Yes, yes, my dear sir-and I do know your name, Mr Bilbo Baggins. And you do know my name, though you don't remember I belong to it. I am Gandalf, and Gandalf means. Me! To think, that I would be good-morninged by Belladonna Tooks son as if I was selling buttons at the door!"
"Gandalf, Gandalf! The wandering wizard who gave Old Took those fireworks for a mid-summer eve!" I exclaimed.
"Good gracious, I didn't know you were still in business!" Bilbo said. Gandalf went from highly proud to sullen at that last comment.
"Where else should I be?" he asked. "All the same I am please you remember me, even if it's only for my fireworks. So, I shall send you on this adventure! It will be good for you and quite amusing for me."
"Sorry! We don't want any adventures here, thank you. Not today! Good Morning! But please, come to tea, anytime you like. How about tomorrow? Good Bye. Let's go Kahlen!"
I completely ignored Bilbo, of course. I knelt down to look under the bench for my book, only to realize Gandalf had it in his hands.
"Quite an interesting read," he said, flipping through the pages of the book. "Who might you be my dear?"
He placed the book in my hands and I smiled brightly.
"Kahlen, Bilbo's sister," I said. Gandalf's eyes widened.
"I had no idea Belladonna had another daughter!" he exclaimed. I shook my head.
"She didn't, I'm Bilbo's adoptive sister," I said, my smile disappearing.
"Oh, well, good day to you Kahlen," he said, tilting his head as I rushed up the stairs and Bilbo closed the door. As soon as we were inside, Bilbo hurried to the kitchen and began to eat. And Eat, and Eat. Me? I couldn't eat. For the moment, I was thinking of running after the wizard. I wanted to, but Bilbo would be heart broken. I kicked the wall and stormed off to my room, leaving a confused, hungry Bilbo speechless. I collapsed onto my bed and stared at the ceiling, thinking of what to do. I stayed in my room the entire day, arguing with myself. I walked to my window and looked up at the stars. Then, a shooting star caught my eye. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.
"I wish I could go with Gandalf, without hurting Bilbo," I whispered to stars. Then the shooting star disappeared, and I closed the window with a thud.