Hey all~ You can call me Forianna, and I have had this plot-line on my mind since I saw the movie...please bare with my silliness. X3

My first story to be published to this account. I haven't been on this site since I was young...Although I still feel like I write like a child. lol Be sure if you like it to R&R, constructive criticism is greatly appreciated! I hope ya like it! Enjoy~


An Unexpected Companion

Chapter One: Nothing out of the Ordinary

Erabor had been saved, the dwarves home secured and their riches reclaimed. Thorin, son of Thrain, the newly crowned King under the Mountain, had secured his ancestral home. Balin still advised the hot-headed leader, his nephews Fili and Kili remained, wrecking occasional havoc on the city. All was as it should be, nothing out of the ordinary at all.

Far away, in the rolling hills of the shire, Bilbo Baggins was enjoying a lovely lunch of pan-fried trout, roasted potatoes and carrots, and herb scones. He was enjoying his laid-back days, the quiet of the shire a welcome change after the adventure he had been on. The golden ring he had found in the dank depths of Golem's cave was sitting snugly in his vest pocket, his hearth was warm and his pantry was full. All was as it should be, nothing out of the ordinary at all.

Kestrel sat, curled under a throw on her boyfriend's posh leather sofa, with the metal studs and overly ornate wood-trim. The small and glamorous New York loft that they shared was seeped in his self-importance. The flat screen TV was glaringly bright in the dark room as her significant other was glued to the football game flashed before his glazed eyes. A beer in hand (bottled mind you, not that "cheap canned garbage"), mouth ever so slightly agape as the players ran about with what Kestrel saw as no real purpose. Occasionally he would give his phone enough attention, to text that girl he thought she didn't know about it. Thinking himself sly he had grown lazy, but she tried to ignore his quite obvious affair. She had brought it up to him the evening before, and as a result bored quite the bruise on her cheek. It was not as it should be, but sadly, nothing was out of the ordinary at all.

This is how her days passed recently. A false smile, a faux love between her and this man she had once been infatuated with and now she tolerated her situation for no other reason than her own self-doubt. "Babe, you know you'll never leave me.", he had slurred to her the night before, shortly after the palm of his hand left a red imprint on her cheek. "Who in the hell else could ever want you?"

It was an early morning, as it always was for the aspiring soux-chef. It was small restaurant, but the size of the operation did not dictate the quality of food or level of cooking that was held within. It was obvious to her boss that she required the day off, and to Kestrels dismay the decision was made for her. "Take some time to clear your head. I don't need you in the kitchen distracted."

"Yes Chef.", she replied half-hearted. She didn't want to go home, as he wouldn't be expecting her and knew he would have...company. The autumn wind swept past, sending a chill up her spine. It was the time of year where farmers markets and independent artists would be set to sell their wares. It would be good for her to clear her head there, and it was just up the road from the restaurant. Maybe after a walk she could convince her Chef to let her back in the kitchen before dinner service.

The occasional call or catchy tune all muddled the air with the crinkling sound of dried leaves under foot. Some stalls carried scarves and hats, some "farm fresh" produce, some sported the usual "I 'heart' NY" T-Shirts...and then something caught her eye. Emerald eyes drifted to a crystal pendant that seemed to glow from it's core, and set in silver. It looked like a costume piece from a cheesy fantasy movie, but it seemed to be drawing her in. "Ahh, you must have an eye for finer things!", the stall vendor was elderly, with a wily grin and mischievous glint in his eye. "For lovely lady, I sell you this at half price! Ten dollars, quite a deal!", With a sigh and half-hearted smile she resigned herself to the purchase as she dug a crumpled tenner from her wallet. Little did she know the adventures this little pendant had in store.

The Gray Wizard rode on the trusty quarter horse that had gotten him so far on so many adventures. He was Shire-bound, and the golden sun was about to set on the horizon. As the moon greeted the night, the stars beginning their lazy dance in the pitch black night sky, Gandalf knocked on the oh-so familiar, almost perfectly-round green door. A Hobbit peeked out the adjacent window, followed by a series of clicks and sharp snaps of locks and bolts. Gandalf was greeted enthusiastically by Bilbo Baggins, a smile that seemed contagious spread from the Hobbit to the Wizard. "Ah, my dear Bilbo. I hope you don't mind the company of a curious old Wizard."

"Of course not! Come in, come in!", Bilbo replied, taking his staff and leaning it against the archway, and locking the door behind the magician. "I was just about to sit down for dinner, would you care to join me?" While the Hobbit was a little miffed that he had to feed an unexpected guest, it would never compare to the night the Dwarven Company of Thorin Oakensheild fell through his door. With a short nod Gandalf agreed, but from the satchel he carried he produced a tattered scroll. "I'm afraid I'm here for more than a pleasant evening." Bilbo placed a plate on each side of his dining table, lighting additional candle sticks to view the yellowed parchment that Gandalf had unrolled before him. It was covered in an ancient text he couldn't comprehend, and with chocolate eyes glancing between the document and the conjuror he gave indifferent shrug. "Why does this concern me?", the Hobbit asked, somewhat exasperated. "Not another adventure, I would hope. I've had my fair share of adventures for quite some time, thank you.", he tried to say as defiantly as possible. The gray wizard quirked an eye-brow at Bilbo, seeing through his facade. "Well, I am not sure of all that is held in this text. I do know, however, that a trip to Erabor is in order. Would you care to share in the journey?" The Hobbit tried to play coy, coming up with one lame-duck excuse after another, only to resign with a "Well...I suppose, if you insist old friend. It has been a year since I've seen the Lonely Mountain, I should very much enjoy to see the halls of Erabor again."

Kestrel sat on a park bench, the light of street lamp flickered on as the sun set and the lights of the city polluted the sky. There were no stars in New York, only skylights. So many things with her life was wrong, and this facade of happiness was growing so old. She didn't care if the rest of the world thought her life was perfect or otherwise...She pulled the pendant that she had purchased earlier glinted in the florescent lamp-light. She felt mesmerized by the jewel, as a light seemed to pulsate in it's core. The wind around her feet seemed to pick up...and then...

Time stopped. She could feel her pulse slowing, an icy cold crept up from the ground, and she turned to source of disturbance. Her eyes scanned to area around her. Leaves hang around her, suspended animation, reminiscent of particles floating in water. Everything was gray...and she was met with a ethereal visage. A beautiful woman, clad in the purest white, platinum hair reached fanned about, reached up to her. She couldn't take her gaze from the ghostly woman. The sky above her swirled and her vision blurred, and the world fell into darkness all around her...


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