Belladonna Baggins, a name whispered with a mixture of curiosity and bewilderment from the Shire to the halls of Erebor, was a soul uniquely woven from two distinct threads of Middle-earth. Born 87 years ago, she was the improbable and cherished daughter of the renowned Hobbit, Bilbo Baggins, and the legendary King Under the Mountain, Thorin Oakenshield.

Her conception was a tale for the ages, a secret kept close by those who witnessed the deep, unspoken bond forged between the Hobbit burglar and the Dwarf King during the perilous quest to reclaim Erebor. After the Battle of Five Armies, and against all expectations and societal norms, Thorin, grievously wounded but alive in this retelling, found his heart undeniably tied to the brave and steadfast Hobbit who had saved him and his company countless times. Their love, though unconventional, was profound. Belladonna's birth, a few years after Bilbo's return to the Shire and Thorin's establishment of his rule in Erebor (facilitated by discreet, carefully managed visits), was a miracle – a testament to a love that defied the boundaries of race and tradition.

Belladonna inherited a peculiar blend of her parents' traits. From Bilbo, she received her warm, inquisitive nature, a deep love for stories, good food, and the comforts of a well-tended garden. She possessed the Baggins' common sense and a twinkle in her eye that hinted at a penchant for mischief. However, the Oakenshield blood ran strong within her. She had a fierce loyalty, an unyielding determination when her mind was set, and a surprising aptitude for craftsmanship, her small hands nimble and strong. Her appearance was a striking mix: taller than a Hobbit, yet shorter than a Dwarf, with dark, Oakenshield hair that possessed a stubborn wave, and feet that, while not as famously hairy as her father's, were decidedly tough and preferred to be bare on soft earth.

Her early years were spent predominantly in the Shire, under the loving, if sometimes flustered, care of Bilbo. Thorin, burdened by his duties as King, could only visit in secret, his heart aching for more time with his daughter and the Hobbit he loved. These clandestine visits were filled with tales of mountains and glittering gems, of bravery and honor, instilling in Belladonna a yearning for the wider world beyond the rolling hills of her home.

As she grew, the whispers of her mixed heritage were undeniable. While some Hobbits were charmed by her unique spirit, others viewed her with suspicion. It was during one of Thorin's carefully arranged visits, when Belladonna was a young woman by Hobbit standards (though still a child in the eyes of Dwarves), that she first accompanied him on a discreet journey towards Erebor.

It was on a diplomatic mission to the Woodland Realm, a tense but necessary parley between the King Under the Mountain and the Elvenking Thranduil, that Belladonna's path fatefully crossed with the Elven monarch. Thorin, ever protective, had initially intended for Belladonna to remain in the comparative safety of their fortified camp. But Belladonna, with a spark of her father's adventurous spirit and her mother's stubborn streak, had other ideas. She slipped away, curious to glimpse the famed beauty and majesty of the Elvenking's halls.

She did not get far before being politely, but firmly, intercepted by the Elven guard. It was then that King Thranduil himself, alerted to the presence of an unexpected guest, made his appearance. Belladonna, expecting the stern and aloof monarch she had heard Thorin gruffly describe, was instead captivated. Thranduil, with his ethereal grace, his ancient wisdom shimmering in his eyes, and a voice like the rustling of leaves in an old forest, was unlike anyone she had ever encountered. He, in turn, was intrigued by the unusual young woman who bore the air of both the Shire and the Lonely Mountain.

Though their interaction was brief, and perhaps marked by a degree of amused condescension on Thranduil's part towards the "little Dwarrow-hobbit," for Belladonna, it was a moment of profound enchantment. She saw not arrogance, but a regal sorrow; not coldness, but a timeless elegance. His image, framed by the soft light of his woodland realm, became imprinted on her young heart.

Over the years, Belladonna navigated the complexities of her dual heritage. She learned some Dwarvish customs and crafts when she visited Erebor, though she never quite felt entirely at home amidst the stoicism of the Dwarves, just as she sometimes felt a restlessness within the peaceful confines of the Shire. Her heart, however, held a steadfast, if perhaps romanticized, iration for the distant Elvenking. It was a secret yearning, a whisper of "what if" in her adventurous soul, a longing for the beauty and agelessness he represented – a stark contrast to the earthy warmth of her Hobbit kin and the unyielding stone of her Dwarven heritage.

At 87, Belladonna is a woman of stories and secrets, her life a bridge between two worlds, her heart forever touched by the memory of a stern Hobbit, a noble Dwarf King, and the distant, starlit gaze of an Elven monarch.