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I Do Not Own The Hobbit

My emerald green eyes could see a strange mark far in the distance. It looked like maybe a quarter of a day's ride from where I currently sat with my pure white steed as my only traveling companion. The mark was on a door to a strange looking house in the hill. I never have seen anything like the house before. But the main thing that intrigued me was that the mark was glowing. My curiosity drove me to investigate. I ran my hand through my dark hair, pulled my hood up, before tapping the sides of Calylith. I rode toward the house in the hill while the sun was high in the sky.

By the time I made it, the sun had already fallen and was replaced by the moon. I was in a strange place with small houses that, like the one I seek, were all in a hill. After a moment I found the house. The symbol on the door, now that I was closer, I could see was a dwarven rune. One which meant "burglar".

Third Person POV

Inside the house, a hobbit by the name of Bilbo Baggins was reading a contract. Nearby a large group of dwarves and a wizard named Gandalf was discussing plans to go on a quest. They stopped when Bilbo asked, "Incineration?" Before one of them could reply, however, the dwarf at the head of the table, called Thorin, said "Did you hear that?" All went silent before they too heard the noise. It was the sound of hooves, and it sounded like it was right outside Bilbo's house. In the Shire, it is rare for any horse to be about at night. Before they could react, a knock came on the door.

My POV

I had a feeling about this house, and about that symbol, and I knew by now to not ignore my feelings. So, once I was dismounted, I did the most natural thing in the world. I stepped up to the door, and I knocked. After a few silent moments, the door was opened. Standing there was a tall man with long gray hair and beard I knew as none other than the wizard Gandalf the Grey. I smiled at him and said "Hello, Gandalf. What a surprise to see you here."

He gave me a kind smile. "Hello, Eámanë. What are you doing here in the Shire?

"Well, I hope I'm not intruding but I have a feeling that I'm needed here. Is there a problem I could help with?"

He seemed to have a moment of deliberation before replying, "I think you can definitely help. Let me step outside here and then I'll inform you of what we're up against."

I stepped away from the door to allow him to exit and once the door was shut we began our conversation.

He told me that inside sat a large group of dwarves and a hobbit. He told me about their quest to the Lonely Mountain to regain their kingdom and the treasure within from the dragon Smaug. Gandalf also mentioned the fact that everyone that was currently present was all the help they had. None of the other dwarves would help. "So do you think that you want to still help?"

I took a deep breath and then looked at the wizard in the eye and said "As you may know, sometimes I get certain feelings and it is best if I go through with those feelings. And right now, it would seem that I'm meant to be here and that I'm meant to help you. So my answer is yes."

He smiled and then said "Very well. Come inside and meet the rest of the company."

"After you."

He nodded and then led the way into the small house.

Standing around waiting were the dwarves and the hobbit named Bilbo Baggins. The tallest dwarf with dark brown hair and eyes stepped forward. I assumed that he was the one Gandalf called Thorin. With a suspicious look on his face, he looked between Gandalf and I before asking "Who's this, Gandalf?"

Clearing his throat he replied "This is Eámanë. The fifteenth member of our group."

Thorin looked at the wizard in disbelief. "A woman? Why would you bring a woman here? It's too dangerous."

"Must we go through this, Thorin? In actuality, you told me to pick as many people as I deemed necessary for this quest. I thought we would have enough with Bilbo here but now I know I was wrong. She is meant to come with us."

Thorin looked like he wished to argue but thought better of it. He let out a sigh well shaking his head. "Fine." he said in defeat before turning to me ignoring the protests behind him, "But may we at least better see who our new companion is?"

I had forgotten that I still had the hood up on my gray traveling cloak. I pushed back the hood just to see Thorin stiffen. "I will not accept the help of an elf, Gandalf." he announced, the hate clear in his eyes.

Edit: 9/30/18