Hey ya'll!

So this is my first fanfic and I figured I would give it a go! This is based off "The Hobbit" movie (which is my new favorite movie by the way) I'll definitely try and get new chapters posted as often as possible. I get pretty busy with school and work and such, so...who knows?

And this is a Kili/OC story! :) There's also a couple of close relationships with Fili and Thorin as well!

Enjoy! :)

DISCLAIMER: I own nothing except for my character, Airaním. (Prounounced "era-neem")

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The sun was slowly fading over the foothills of Middle-Earth, causing the sky to be illuminated in an array of pinks, oranges and scarlet's. This was a sight that Airaním absolutely loved; that made her feel at peace and content with life. The young Dwarf woman from the Blue Mountains had had the opportunity to see this same sunset from many different places throughout Middle-Earth, having been travelling on her own for a little over thirty years.

All her life, Airaním, or "Aira" was she was so often called, had always dreamed of adventure and seeing the rest of the world she lived in, despite the good life she had. Before the attack of Smaug the Terrible, her father, Rimedur, had been a loyal servant to Thror, King Under the Lonely Mountain, as well as one of his grandson, Prince Thorin's, good friends. After the death of her father, Aira had been taken in by Thorin as a child as part of Rimedur's dying wish. Due to these circumstances, she had the privilege of growing up in the care of the King-in-exile and becoming the best of friends with his wild nephews, Fili and Kili, who sparked her desire for adventure.

She had departed quite suddenly thirty years past, no longer wanting to hold back that desire. While her last thirty years had been…eventful, so to speak, she had been starting to miss her friends and her home. Now, here she was, travelling to the Shire, getting ready to embark another adventure. As she sat, rocking back and forth on her pony, Aira's thoughts wandered a few days back to the night where it had all started.


She was staying at inn somewhere in Eregion, seeking rest from riding most of the day. Only days before she had left the kingdom of Rohan, unsure of what to do or where to go. Having no luck in thinking of other places she could travel to, Aira realized that perhaps it was time for her to finally return home to the Blue Mountains. After a day's worth of riding, she had come across the inn and decided to stop for the night. Her pony had been left in the stables, her room had been prepared after her arrival and now she was sitting alone at a table in a corner, enjoying a small meal and a refreshing pint of ale. Being a Dwarf, a certain love for food and ale came naturally and she was not ashamed of it. She had been so focused on satisfying her growling stomach that she did not see someone approach and seat themselves down at her table.

"Dear Airaním, I am glad to see that you are well," said a deep and raspy voice that Aira recognized.

She looked up from her plate and saw an old man wearing a gray cloak, pointed hat of the same shade and holding a long, wooden staff sitting across from her, his eyes gleaming in the torchlight. She knew this man well, having met him some years ago.

"Gandalf!" she exclaimed. "I didn't even hear you approach. What are you doing here?"

"Looking for you," he answered.

Surprised to hear this, Aira looked at him, puzzled, and replied, "Well, you've found me, obviously. What can I do for you, old friend?"

The grey wizard set his staff up against the wall next to him, moaning quietly as if contemplating what to say. He turned back to Aira and said in a soft tone, "I am looking for someone to share in an adventure with myself along with a group of companions. I know you have a knack for adventure and thought it would be nice of you to join us."

Aira let out a small chuckle as she shook her head, finding his comment about her "knack for adventure" funny, for some reason. "You're right, I do," she said back. "What sort of adventure would I be going on?"

"One to take back the Lonely Mountain."

The young Dwarf's eyes widened. The Lonely Mountain? He couldn't be serious! No one had ever dared or even thought to do such a thing. It seemed like a lost cause to most Dwarves. "Except for one that I know…," she thought. "Does that mean…?"

"Thorin Oakenshield will be leading this quest," Gandalf added, as if reading her thoughts. He gave her a reassuring smirk, knowing that would please her.

It did. Aira's face brightened as a purely happy smile spread across her cheeks. The thought of seeing Thorin, the would-be King that she loved like a father, again after so many years filled her with great joy. She had missed him greatly in the time she'd been gone. Another thought then came to her: if Thorin was leading this quest, then there had to be no doubt that Fili and Kili would be coming along too! The thought of seeing them again made her even happier than she had been a second ago. Upon hearing about the quest and with all these thoughts flying around in her mind, she was surprised that she didn't jump from the table and embrace the old wizard.

Gandalf laughed heartily at Aira's change in expression. "I knew you would be happy to hear that, Aira" he said. "I also knew that you were on your way back to Ered Luin and thought that, even though your own adventure was ending, you could join in another. Especially one that involves the likes of Thorin Oakenshield."

"Wait…how did you know I was going back to Ered Luin?" Aira asked.

"I have my ways…," Gandalf coyly answered.

Aira rolled her eyes, knowing she wasn't going to get much else out of him. This was typical Gandalf. She nodded her head to him. "Thorin is like a father to me and I would follow him anywhere," she stated with pride. "I would be proud to join in his quest!"

"Just as I thought," Gandalf gladly responded. Then he quickly explained, "There is one more member of the company that I wish to speak to and he is a Hobbit of the Shire. Everyone who has agreed to join will be meeting at his house in Hobbiton in five days' time before we set out. You will know which house to meet at, just look for a mark on the door and you will know you're at the right place." Aira was about to ask about why he was going to see a Hobbit, but he held up a hand and said, "More will be explained to you in due time." He then stood up from the table, pulled his staff from its leaning position against the wall, looked back at the Dwarf girl and said, "Until our next meeting, Miss Airaním." With that, he turned and walked away, leaving Aira alone with her thoughts and excitement.


Her meeting with Gandalf had been five days ago. Early that following morning, Aira had packed her things and left as quickly as she could for the Shire. Now, she was only minutes away from Hobbiton and her anticipation was starting to grow within her. She looked forward to seeing who all she would be travelling with on this journey. Most of all, she looked forward to seeing the three Dwarves, who were practically her family, again after thirty long years.

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This first chapter was just a bit of an introduction to Airanim. Don't worry, there will be more about her later. And, like I said, this is a Kili/OC story, so that will definitely come into play eventually ;)

More to come soon!

~photogirl894 :)