Bilbo Baggins was just making tea when there was a knock on the door.
"who could that be?" He wondered. "I didn't invite anyone for tea, did I?" he said to himself as he opened the door. There, on the doorstep, stood a lady with a friendly face and long, brown hair. Bilbo noticed her shoes. Not a hobbit. She was carrying a bag that seemed just a bit small for a woman her age, and she was wearing dark brown leather jacket that matched the colour of her eyes. She was about more then a foot taller than Bilbo.
"Good afternoon!" Bilbo greeted you happily.
"Good afternoon," You said back. "You might wonder who I am. I am (y/n), a human from a faraway land, but that is not important. What is important, is you. You must be Bilbo Baggins,"
"Yes, th- that's me! Is there something wrong? Has something happened?" Bilbo said, sounding worried.
"There is nothing wrong," you assured him. "But there is something I need to tell you,"
"Come inside!" Bilbo said, noticing you were still standing in the doorstep. "You look very tired. In fact, I just made some tea,"
You followed him inside, careful not to bang your head on the hobbit ceiling. Bilbo, it seemed, or hobbits in general, loved to have visitors.
"You can put your bag here!" He said, pointing to a small bench. He poured you some tea.
"I will, thanks," You said while carefully placing your bag on the bench, praying that it would not collapse under its weight. You grabbed the book and returned to Bilbo, who sat down at the kitchen table.
"So, you are from far away, you said? Where from? If you don't mind telling, of course," Bilbo asked.
"Eh, well one could say that I am from a different planet to yours, but that is very hard to explain. To make a long story short, I came to your world by reading this book" You showed him the book. "Its your story. It is written about you,"
Bilbo took the book and looked at it. "The hobbit by J.J.R.Tolkien.. This book is about me? There is more behind this, isn't there. Can you tell me?"
You nodded and decided to tell the story from the beginning; from the fight with Sophie till the end. You told him everything, except..
"I can't believe it all happened today," You said. "But here is the thing. Gandalf wants me and you to be in Thorin's company. You as a burglar and me as a doctor. I know you don't like adventures, but..." you fell silent.
"But what?" Bilbo asked. He was very interested now, even if he didn't quite like adventures.
"If you agree to come along, Gandalf asked me to teach you the basic skills," You looked at him. Was it just you or was he blushing?
"I don't know," he said. "I cannot promise you that I'll go,"
"Oh, but you will. The question is if you want fighting lessons," You said. "When we go, I'll try to help you as much as possible when there is danger,"
"Can you promise to keep me save?" He asked you.
You thought about that. "I'll try. Even if I risk my own life, I will try."
Bilbo looked at you. Were you serious? "Why?" he asked.
You stood up. "Perhaps because you are my favourite character in the book? I don't know,"
Bilbo looked at her and smiled. "Thank you. Can I offer you a place to sleep for the night? If you are going to teach me how to defend my self, you might as well stay here,"
"Thank you, if that is all right," You replied. Inside, you were going crazy. You were in Bilbo Baggins' house!
Bilbo had shown you your room and now he needed time to let it all sink in. He barely knew you, and it was all so strange.. he liked you though. He could see you had a kind heart..
Bilbo sighed. Tomorrow would be his first fighting lesson. He didn't know what to think about it. He sniffed the air. He smelled something, coming from the kitchen. He got up to look.
You looked up when he entered the kitchen.
"What are you making?" Bilbo asked you.
"Dinner! Can you set the table for me, please?" You answered.
"Yes of course!,"
When the food was ready, you told him what it was.
"Its chicken-noodle soup," You said.
"A what?" He laughed. He had never heard of such a thing.
You smiled. "Chicken-noodle soup. It has chicken, and noodles, those wormy thingies. Try it!"
Bilbo tried it. He looked up at you and smiled. "Its delicious!"
"I am glad you like it," You said.
After dinner you chatted for a while, about the training and other things.
"Sleep well! Tomorrow is a big day," You said before you went to your room.
"Goodnight!" Bilbo replied.
That night he dreamed about dwarves.