Disclaimer: I do not own The Hobbit at all, nor its characters. They rightfully belong to Mister Tolkien. But, I can say that I own Ademia and her back story.

"Erebor will soon be ours again and our people will have a home." Ademia stated with a smile that made both Balin and her father proud, seeing the Queen in her step forward. And for a quick moment, she could have sworn that there was a flicker of hope, love and pride in Thorin's eyes.

But then of course, logic has to set in..

"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." Gandalf was referring to Lord Elrond of Rivendell, an Elf.

'That should lead to an interesting dinner conversation.' She thought to herself as she drank more of her ale, listening to her father say that the task he had in mind required stealth and no small amount of courage. Ademia nearly choked on her drink when she saw him looking at Bilbo. Right then, she was praying to the powers that he didn't just pick Bilbo to go into Erebor and slay the Dragon. Smaug would swallow him whole!

"That's why we need a burglar." Ori mused with a smile, motioning toward the Hobbit whom was clueless of what was going on.

"Hmm. And a good one too. An expert, I'd imagine." The Lycan Queen wanted so much to slap her hand over his mouth at that moment, he didn't know what he was getting himself into.

"And are you?" Gloin asked, thinking that he was bragging about being a good burglar.

'For the love of the Moon, Bilbo. Do not say any more!' She was mentally begging, biting her lower lip eyeing the halfling. He looked behind him and then back at the oddly accented Dwarf.

"Am I what?" Ademia just closed her emerald eyes and sighed softly. It was too late.

"He said he's an expert. He-hey!" Oin cheered despite hearing wrong through his ear horn thought it appeared that the Hobbit was catching on and immediately tried to deny it.

"Me? No. No, no, no. I'm not a burglar. I've never stolen a thing in my life." And just like that, everyone was starting to agree with Bilbo by saying that he wasn't cut out to be a burglar. Smiling out of relief, Ademia locked eyes with Bilbo and laughed softly, catching the attention of her husband. And if she remembered from the encounter with the Elf King, Thorin gets insanely jealous and possessive though right now, he was not showing it as much. But, she can still see the storm brewing within him.

"Aye, the wild is no place for gentlefolk." Dwalin stated, almost glaring at the poor Hobbit and of course, Bilbo nodded his head quite eagerly agreeing with the bald Dwarf. Even though he was just insulted.

Biting her lip and digging her nails into the table, Ademia fought the urge to attack the Dwarf once again and the noise of wood being carved reached the ears of her oldest Nephew, Fili. He sat his hand on top of hers and gave her a smile that reminded her of his father. What a great Dwarf, he was. Dis was very lucky to have him in her life.

"Thank you." She whispered to him in Dwarvish, tightening her grip on his hand.

All of a sudden, the room darkened and her father stood up.

"Enough! If I say Bilbo Baggins is a burglar, then a burglar he is." Gandalf told everyone as his magic made his shadow larger and darken the dining room. It was very rare when he gets angry but, when he does it is quite a shock. Even Thorin looked surprised. Or, at least just a little.

"Hobbit's 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 a Hobbit is all but unknown to him which gives us a distinct advantage." He explained the reason why he chose Bilbo to everyone but even Ademia knew another reason why. She remembered how her old friend was as a child, both of them were adventurous and he would always be envious of the places she had been and seen. And every time, they would return to Bag End, they would be covered in twigs and mud. Belladonna Took-Baggins was never happy with us but, she would laugh it off.

"You asked me to find the fifteenth member of this company and I have chosen Mr. Baggins. There's a lot more to him then appearances suggest. And he's got a great deal more to offer then any of you know. Including himself." Thorin did not look happy in the slightest with there being a Hobbit in his company, one that was more or less used to reading books then wielding a sword.

"You must trust me on this." Gandalf said to his son in law with finality.

"Very well. We will do it your way." Thorin answered coldly before turning to Balin as Bilbo was saying no the whole time.

"Give him the contract." And the scroll was passed down and when Balin told the halfling what it all said, his eyes grew wider as he took it and opened it, walking away groaning.

'Gods above protect him on his journey.' Ademia mentally prayed, watching as Thorin stood and whispered to Gandalf. Where as everyone else did not possess the hearing skills as she does, what they were saying could not be hear by the others. Only she could hear them.

"I cannot guarantee his safety." Her husband told him and she saw her father nod and stating that he understood.

"Nor will I be responsible for his fate." There was silence between them but, she could see the Wizard looking at the King under the Mountain in shock before putting it away.

"Agreed." When King Oakenshield turned around and sat, he was greeted with green daggers glaring at him. How could he be so cold? Has her being gone for so long made him hard like stone after so much loss?

Everyone was, surprisingly chatting quietly amougst themselves as Bilbo looked over the contract speaking out loud everything that it said which took Ademia by surprise with some of them. She didn't even think to read the contract before signing her name.

"Incineration?" Bilbo questioned, looking at all the Dwarves at the table.

"Oh aye, he'll melt the flesh off your bones in the blink of an eye." Bofur told him, not really making things better. Bilbo started to look ill, making the smallest whimpers. Balin asked if he was okay and he mumbled that he was but, that he felt faint.

"Think furnace with wings." He continued causing the Hobbit to ask for air.

"Bofur." The Lycan Queen warned softly, making every Dwarf look at her since she hadn't spoken in a while.

"Flash o' light, searing pain, then poof. You're nothing more then a pile of ash." Bilbo looked at the Dwarf for a little while more before shaking his head.

"Nope." And down to the floor he went.

"Oh very helpful, Bofur." Gandalf mused sarcastically as Ademia stood up and made her way towards the passed out Hobbit.

"Fili, Kili, give me a hand, would you please." She asked for the help of her nephews and they immediately came to her.

"You two grab his feet, I got his head." She instructed and the three of them lifted the Hobbit and put him in the den by the fire. Her Father followed them and stood in there, smoking on his pipe.

"Father, are you sure about Bilbo? He's not like he used to be, he has settled more into an Baggins instead of a Took." Ademia tried to reason with Gandalf, not wanting to see her friend hurt on this quest. Feeling a hand on her shoulder, she looked up to see her father's kind smile.

"Have faith in him, Ademia. He may surprise us all." She smiled back slightly with a nod before going out into the hallway and seating down on a bench.

Soon enough, Balin saw her and came sat down beside her taking her hand in his like a concerned father. Why, back in Erebor, he was like a second father to her.

"Lass, it's been sixty years. He deserves to know why you left." Him and Dis were two that knew the truth and she made them both swear not to tell Thorin.

"If I had told him, it would have killed him after losing his grandfather and not knowing where his father was.." Ademia tried to excuse the reason she left but the old Dwarf stopped her in her tracks.

"It nearly destroyed him when you left, my Queen." He had called her that to remind her of her status to the Dwarves. That she was their Queen under the Mountain.

"Losing the child that he was so excited for broke my heart, Balin. Only the Gods know how he would have taken such news." She hissed as her emerald eyes welled up with unshed tears.

Here the familiar footsteps that belonged to her husband, Ademia stood up not even sparing a glance at him. He always hated to see her cry and she hated for him to see her having a moment of weakness.

"He must not know. Not yet." She whispered to the old Dwarf before walking away, going towards the dining table to sit between her nephews once again.

Few moments later, they could all see Bilbo walking past the opening to his own room. Their burglar was lost.

I'm still alive! Just been busy as of late.

It's getting closer to Halloween! Time to break out the candy and tricks, my little Hobgoblins!

*clears throat* Anyway..

We are getting there, maybe I'll be able to whip up the next chapter in a bit because I'm actually watching The Hobbit right now.

I want to do something special for when Thorin is singing Mist Mountians.

But, now everyone knows what happened that caused Ademia to leave,

she had a miscarriage with what would have been their first born child.

Full details of that will be let out in later chapters, I promise!

Until next time, dearies!