A/N: Okay this is my first story like ever. xddd. I hope you will like it. Please leave a comment and tell me your opinion. DON'T be afraid to say something harsh - I won't be sad. I rather hear the truth than lies telling me story is fine. Haaha. God my friend told me to write a fanfic so here I am. I'm not good at writing but maybe this story will be liked so I thought why not ! Btw sorry for the grammar - I am not from English speaking country * shame *. I am Polish. But not about me. So like I said. I hope You enjoy!.

Ahhh I almost forgot. I don't own The Hobbit. If I did three best characters would not die. Hehe.

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''Ughhhh why this crap is so slow ''I growled and smacked my computer for at least 100th time this day, not knowing I will probably regret that later. Yep today is definitely not my day. But I guess I should begin with the introduction right ?

Okay so what should I start with ? Name? Surname ? Age? Blah blah blah ? Normal people usually follow that. Well newsflash I'm not normal, not at all. So to be original I will begin with telling you this day something I would never, ever, EVER expect to happen happened… You must be thinking '' what the heck is she talking about ''. Well I'm trying to tell you that this boring and awful evening turned out to be great... Damm I'm not good at writing down my feelings. Okay. So to the main point – I met Thorin Oakenshield Company. No, not the cosplayers ( pfff I was a cosplayer I know how they look like). I guess right now I will follow the Blah blah introduction.

Sooo… My name is Caroline Drago. Yeah I know, great surname. Well my real one was just too plain and I felt a need to change. I went from the original one to Forbes, then Mikaelson, then Caro then Angeli and finally stayed with Drago. I believe I'm gonna change it again soon. I mean OFFICIALLY my last name is still the same. I just introduce myself like that. My friends know the real one... Ughh. SORRY bout that ! I have a nasty habit of talking too much and switching the topic. My bad…

Carrying on, I'm Caroline what is more I'm 15 going on 16 ! Yay. Haha. OKey what is important ? Well obviously I'm a girl. The body shape ( if anyone interested) is pear. I mean I'm not fat but not skinny either. More like in the middle you know ?. I am 169 cm tall and my weight is 57 if you care xd.

I have green eyes, brown curly hair reaching down my shoulders ( even though most of the time they look as if lightning struck me ) and bright smile, at least they say so.

I usually wear jeans or black pants with T-shirts and leather jacket. My favourite colors are gray, white, black. Yep so much for the rainbow lover. Hmmm. Any other facts ? I LOOOOOOOOOVE to eat (everything, but toasts are my favorite) , hug and befriend people, Hobbit and Lord of The Rings ( pfff who does not !? ), Transformers, Vampire Diaries, The Originals, Sherlock and other stuff you probably won't / don't watch. And If you do, then high five!

Kay enough about me! Unless there are questions…

Soooo where was I ? Ahh right. Lets start with what the hell happened ! Though I can't understand it myself, I will try to explain.

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It was nice evening i must admit. The sky didn't have any clouds, stars could be seen not to mention the moon which was shining beautifully. My neighbors for once were quiet, parents not at home, brother sleeping in his room, soft street noises coming from behind my window. Normally I would have called that a perfection. I don't need a lot to be happy. Just add a good book/fan fiction, cup of my beloved green tea moreover blanket on my back and I will squeal with happiness. On top of that, If I could lie on my couch = HEAVEN. So if all the points were fulfilled then Why wasn't it THE GOD PLACE ?

Well the reason is quite obvious to me.

I was fighting with my laptop again. Everyday is the same. This ,,old'' boy breaks all the time. Yes my Laptop is a he ( Name is Spike ).

'' OH come on ! Not again ! " I whined. I was peacefully trying to watch behind the scenes of The Hobbit but Spike was having different plans. I spent 15 minutes trying to refresh the page AND not lose it again but the crap wouldn't work. As always. One second I am watching BTS from Rivendell and not even a minute after I am glaring at my computer mumbling curses. The screen turned black and I heard a voice repeating the same word all over again.

Great. I smacked my laptop, not hard but not soft either, and waited. It usually worked. The sound stopped and I let a small victory smile spread across my face. Little did I know the victory was only temporary. Black screen turned white, red, blue, yellow and other colors of the rainbow while my eyes went wide. THAT never happened before! I thought. I got of my couch and slowly got back from the I smelt as if something was burning.

' 'Nooooo ! '- I screamed throwing my hands in the air. Great, just freaking great. This is SO not happening. Spike just burned. God, how ? Well, at least he burned inside and didn't damage anything else. Always an optimist. I sighed. Spike was only 3 years old and already been broken like 30 times. Not my fault. I mean 10 times were my fault the rest I have no idea what happened. I looked at my now smokey laptop and quickly realized a few things.

was repaired WAY too many times and each time mom and dad told me it's the last repair.

2. The last time they MEANT it.

3. He is my 7th laptop/computer.

4. ALL my files ( school stuff, music, movies, series blah blah blah) were there.

5. I am totally screwed.

Plus my parents gonna kill me. Wonderful. Just wonderful. All of a sudden an idea popped into my head.

Jack!

He is my older brother. You know the '' tall, handsome heartbreaker'' type? Well this is my bro. Jack stands 190 cm tall, has broad shoulders ( not that broad for me ), chest that even the hottest celebrities could be jealous of and smile to die for. His eyes are green like mine and his haircut is short, but not too short if you know what i mean. So chestnut hair and grass like eyes. Oh, did I mention dimples ? Yep my brother could definitely play a hot guy in a high school movie. He makes every girl I know go weak in her knees. I am always the one who sees him as messy and rather average 20 year old man. Every time I call him average my friends give me wide eyes and say: Whaaat? He's perfect!

And that's when I think about his ,, perfection''. Makes mess everywhere he goes, annoys crap out of me, Steals my stuff, is always grumpy when I'm around. But even though sometimes I wanna kill him , I love him more than anything... GOD we are off the topic again!

Why did I mention Jack ? Well, when it comes to technology he is GOD. I am not joking now. He can fix anything in a matter of hours, sometimes minutes, even seconds. Yep he is useful, specially if I break a lot. I break, he fixes.

Ughh. Back to Spike!

I decided that I should ask my brother to repair Spike, thank him, promise a reward and then mom and dad wouldn't try to kill me. Yay. That sounds as a plan! I thought happily. I walked over to my couch and took the laptop in my hands. I hissed in pain when my palms came in contact with hot bottom of the device, but I didn't drop it. I bet hell isn't even as hot as this shit. I took off to my brothers room which was at the end of the corridor. Damn I swear my hands gonna turn into grilled chicken. I tried extremely hard not to let the laptop fall out of my hands. I once did. And let's just say computers and floors don't like each other. When I reached his room I didn't even bother knocking. I just burst inside waking my brother in the process.

,,Ohh Jackie !''I said in sing like voice and quickly threw the laptop on the top of his, well, I guess a chair. Like I said earlier he was a messy person. And EVEN I have to say that. I looked around his ,,territory,, as he would call it what is more realized that nothing much changed since the last time I have been here. That was 3 weeks ago... His clothes were lying practically everywhere. The wardrobe was open and I swear I saw something moving there. Must be a rat. Wait, WHAT?! I tried to ignore that thought. Nevermind. Pizza boxes were standing in tall columns. I counted 2 that were towering me. The floor was barely visible under so much junk, the yellow walls were full of projects of his new inventions and posters of his Idols. You must think they were Einstein or Newton. You are wrong. Of course he loved those guys ( can't see why xd ), but his Idols were... Rockstars. I know, my bro is weird. But hey! We both love Axl Rose so he's not that bad. Anyway. I will spare you the description of the rest of his room cause you might get a heart attack and I don't want anyone to die. Let's just say, normal people would have thought a tornado went through his room. I won't disagree. Imagine the dirtiest, messiest, untidiest, disguistingest ( that's not even a word but hey) room ever.

I cautiously walked to Jack's bed and gently shook his arms. That was not easy to be done for he was sleeping under a giant quilt with some of his drawings on it. Did I mention he could draw like goddamn DaVinci ? Ughh.

My brother wouldn't wake up for 10 minutes and that's why my patience ran out. I took a deep breath just to scream as loud as I could. That got him. I never saw someone jump out of bed with that speed. That was hilarious. Him standing in the ninja position with his black pants and panda bears T-shirt looking around the room as if something was going to attack him in matter of seconds. I laughed loudly at his reaction. He just glared at me with annoyance and brushed off whatever was covering his shirt. We did a staring contest for a a while and then I reminded myself why did I even go there.

''You need to fix my laptop. It went all Kaboom – whuush again'' – I told him while waving my hands like some maniac. He just crooked his head and smirked. Ahh I know that one. The smile that said: "You come here cause you need me to save your ass''. What can I say? My bro knows me best.

,,Care stop breaking stuff. You really have a bad thing for electronics. Ever thought about contacting a doctor ? I mean seriously '' – he said teasingly. Yup me and computers, TVs, laptops, microwaves anything like that = Disaster. Sad but true. I just rolled my eyes and huffed.

'' And what will I say ? Hey doc listen I have this problem that every time I go near something electronic it goes all cray cray whiizz shuuush ? Yeeesss. because he won't send me to mental asylum .'' I replied and tapped my head.

Jack laughed and so did I. Most people would have started an argument but that's not us. We can offend each other, scream and shout at each other, call each other psychos and stuff like that but we would never actually fight. Never did and never will. I walked to his chair and took Spike in my hands. He was still hot but not the ''I'm gonna fry you'' hot. I slowly approached Jack.

'' Now really, can you fix it ?'' – I asked with hope in my voice while handling the laptop over. He sighed and looked at Spike. His face paled and Jack looked as if he just saw a ghost. His eyes were dancing between me and my laptop. I doubt he has ever seen Spike in that condition. When I realized he never reacted like that I took a double take on my PC and damn he looked worse than I thought. His silver cover was now black and smelly, the keyboard was totally damaged, and the screen looked as if I punched it. This is definitely the worst damage I/God knows what caused. Shit. No way he is going to repair him. The only thing he could do was to buy a new one and I couldn't ask him to do that. My shoulders slumped. Jack frowned but wasn't put off by Spike's condition. He looked my laptop over warily, spun him a little bit, looked at the bottom, even smelled it. The whole ,,process'' took him about 3 minutes however for me it felt like ages. Finally he looked at me with his emerald eyes, I held my breath and waited for his judgement.

" Care I am not going to lie.''- Bad sign... Bad sign... - '' This time the poor boy's condition is the worst you did. And honestly I have no idea how you did that, but any normal person would tell you there's no way to fix Spike." He threw my laptop in the air, did a spin and caught it again, a wide grin spread on his face. " But don't forget sis. I'm not a normal person. Give me a week, 9 days max. '' He said as he put Spike on his bed. ''Trust me sis, I am the best in the world'' He winked at me. God I swear, he is so cocky sometimes. This time it didn't irritate me, no, this time it made me giggle.

'' Thank you Jack. '' - I replied and threw my arms around his neck, which was quite hard ( curse his height). When I drew back I pocked his chest and teasingly confidently stated:

''You're not the best in the world. The best person ever is Gandalf. ''

'' Ah - ah - ah - he waved a finger at me - Gandalf is not real, and I am''. I stack my tounge out at him. Huh. We hugged like seconds ago and now we're teasing. Ehh. Normal. All of a sudden my brother became serious. Then terrified. Then confused and terrified once more. ''Care" he hesitantly inquired '' What day is today ? '' Da fuq? Really? By the look of his face I thought he put the TV remote in the fridge or that maybe he murdered someone and forgot to hid the body ( Yep. Black humor lads xd) or I don't know, broke our parents vase. But no, he asks me the current day.

'' It's Friday. You know, Friday the 16th? 16th of January ? '' I answered calmly and glanced at him suspiciously. ''Jack what did you do ?'' As soon as the last word left my mouth I saw my brother fill his ,,travel bag''with clothes in the speed of the light with the look of horror on his face. Wait, why the hell is he packing ?! Mom and Dad in Italy and he was supposed to be there... Oh shit. Ohh shit. SHIT. My mind screamed at me for not reminding him that his plane leaves today. Ughhh STUPID I scolded myself. The moment I realized what was happening I started to clean his room. Why would I do that ? Well mom and dad clearly stated that if he was to join them in Italy he's room had to be tidy. I looked at his black clock and saw it was 7 pm. Plane leaves at 10:00. He still has time. At least I hoped so. After 20 minutes my bro had all the luggage he needed, his place all tidy and shiny ( Call me God, I have no idea how I managed to do that), hair done, breakfast/lunch/dinner/supper eaten, my compuer packed in his hand luggage, tickets packed and all that jazz. He was now standing at the porch waiting for the taxi to arrive. I walked over to him.

'' I can't believe you would miss Italy. It's the only country in Europe you haven't been to... '' I winked at him smiling, but soon the grin disappeared from my face. And now you will be gone for 3 weeks'' - I said staring at the bright sky. God it was truly beautiful. I heard him snicker so my eyes left the night ocean and landed on him. He was smirking again.

'' If I had not known you, I would say you're going to miss me'' He said in a teasing voice. I punched him on the arm lightly. We both giggled and soon a comfortable silence fell over us. The cab arrived within 5 minutes. God that was fast I thought with disbelief. I turned to Jack again and hugged him ever so tightly as if I was not going to see him for the rest of my life. I had a strange feeling about this trip but I didn't want to worry Jackie.

'' Be careful, take care and don't party too hard''. He laughed in response.

'' Care are you my mom ? I will be fine, I'm freaking 20 ! ''. I knew he was right, it was just the strange feeling I couldn't shake off. But oh well, he is a grown guy. Sort of. For the last time in this month we exchanged hugs, glances, funny faces ( no goodbye without these) and high fives.

My brother got into the taxi and waved his hand at me. I waved back and watched as the car grow smaller and smaller and soon vanish from my view. I sighed and went back to the house. Closing the door I let my thoughts flow.

Jackie is on a life adventure in Italy. Mom and dad are with him. As always. *SIGH* And once again I'm home alone. Yay. Just like Kevin. All alone. All alone in freaking 200 square meters. Nah Kevin at least had fun with burglars... Hmm what to do? Draw? Nah.. Paint? Nah... Read! Yeah that is.. Ow wait no. I already read everything. Shit.. Hmmm. Music..Yes! Let's start with music! That's the basic of existence.

As I thought I did. I took out my phone ( the only thing that I never destroyed) used the app my brother designed and sweet sound of Disciple's song filled my ears.

Our faces were forgotten, the unrecognizable
It's a mystery in this paradox.

I turned on the ""WHOLE HOUSE"" option and soon my home was filled with pleasant melody, at least it was pleasing for me. I smiled and sang along. It was one of my favorite songs.

All of a sudden I felt a need to eat something. I mean I'm hungry most of the time but then I felt a special hunger I only feel for one thing in the world. Yep. I have cravings for food. My grin grew wider and I decided to ask.

'' So stomach, Jackie is gone and you sense it don't you ? You silly monster. Always for toasts when family is gone. You want toasts? '' I heard him growling back with what I assumed was excitement. I laughed hearly as I patted my stomach. Yes I'm a wierdo who has conversations with my stomach. Not only him. Feel free to call me insane but he has emotions too ! I walked into the kitchen in dance - dance way and looked around. Thank God it's clean. Don't get me wrong. It's not like our entire house is always messy it's just... Never mind - not important. So everything seemed to be in order. I could easily see my reflection in black tiles and in white floor ( good sign). That was the most important thing for my dad. Keep the kitchen clean. Rest doesn't matter. I walked over to black fridge and grabbed the butter, then I headed to white cupboard and took my beloved toast bred out. I smelled it and soon I felt the happiest person in the world. haha. I quckly shoved them in the toaster and decided I should go change.

I took black Linkin Park shirt and jeans of and put my pajama on. How did I look like ? Well kinda like a guy. I was wearing my brother's old gray sleeveless shirt with PSYCHO KILLER written in black letters on it what is more knee long,checked pants which colors were yellow, white and gray. The most comfortable clothes ever.

Ahhhh I love this outfit. Perfect for movie night. Yes! That't it! I'm gonna have a movie night. Wonder what's on TV today.

When the idea popped in my head I was overjoyed. I finally came up with what do to, beside eating and music. I entered the living room and checked TV. The Avengers were on. Yay. Robert Downey Junior for the rescue from boredom! And of course Tom Hiddleston and his voice. Urgh I have a soft spot for men with accents. I grinned like a kid who has just seen a candy. I ,,traveled'' back to the kitchen to bring the toasts and start the movie night.

I was putting butter on my ,,delicious meal " when I heard a deafening crash. Instantly I stopped my actions and sharpened my hearing. I heard grunts and puff. Not my dog, not the Smiths. Shit someone broke in. Oh God everything but that! This was not okay. Suddenly I heard voices coming from my living room. Any normal person would probably have phoned the police and quietly hid somewhere in the house but not me. I gulped and took a deep breath. Whoever this is he will feel my wrath if something was damaged. I thought boldly. I needed a plan. A good plan. At least a tolerable plan. Think fast. Think fast.

Okay, if they are armed I am in deep shit, if not then maybe I have a chance to get rid of them. Damn I'm turning into Kevin. I swear if those burglars gonna look like Marv and Harry I'm cutting my hair Culkin style. I took the plate with golden toasts ( First time I didn't burn them and I have robbers in my house, my freaking luck) in my left hand and grabbed a kitchen knife with the right. Taking another deep breath I slowly moved towards salon, watching my every step. God I have never felt that nervous in my entire life. When I finally reached the door frame I heard someone cursing softly.

The guy sounds old. Why would a senior break into the house ? Wait.. The voice sounds familiar. No. Don't think about that stupid ! I mentally scolded myself. I decided to peek and check what my opponent looks like. What I have seen was faaaaaaaar from what I was expecting to see. A tall man was standing with his back turned to me. Okay I have seen tall guys before but his height was not the thing that got me staring. It was, well his look in general. He was wearing a grey, pointy wizard hat, a matching grey robe and held a long staff. His grey/white hair fell down his shoulders.

WTF?! Why is the burglar dressed like Gandalf?! For God's sake The Company is here too? Yeah right. Maybe they are not robbers but cosplayers. But how the hell did they get in? Hmm the costume is very well done. Wonder how much time he spent with the wig. Urgh Stop! He still broke into your house!

Before I could ask him wtf he thought he was doing, shock paralyzed me. I was now standing in the doorway, with a kitchen knife raised ninja style, plate of toasts, mouth agape, eyes wide staring at '' Gandalf'' or rather what was in front of him. (Yes the ''wizard '' moved a little as if he knew I wanted to look, again wtf? )

There before me was THE Thorin Oakenshield Company. Balin, Dwalin, Oin, Gloin, Nori and Dori were lying on top of each other grumbling. Bombur on the black couch with his head stuck between the cushions, Bifur and Bofur were somehow tangled in red hangings and Ori wrapped in the crimson carpet. What the hell!? Shock was slowly fading away and I was about to ask what was happening when I heard a groan. My eyes shot to the place where it came from. I didn't know it was possible but my eyes grew even wider when I saw Fili and Kili lying on a book shelf, books all over them and I think I saw one in their pants, that I heard was cracking under their weight. Poor Bilbo was hanging from the chandelier, clutching it.

Okay don't freak out. These are just cosplayers that broke into your house. Maybe you know them. Maybe it's Chris from the last cosplayers meeting. Or Jared. Or Adam. with their friends. Deep breaths. Wait. Where is Thorin? Haaa ! Not complete cosplay! That was when my eyes spotted the dwarven King. He was standing next to Gandalf his sword raised as if ready to attack. He was looking around but failed to notice me. Yay, invisibility - level Caroline. My eyes did linger on him longer. I mean he was hot. The hottest dwarf in the company. His hair might have been a mess and he could have had a few traces od blood on his face but still - handsome. Blame Richard Armitage and his eyes and voice and body and everything.

STOP FANTASING ABOUT FICTIONAL CHARACTER! Again I taunted myself.

I could not believe my eyes. 13 dwarfs, A hobbit and a wizard. Are in my house. My living room. Not even 6 meters from me. THEY ARE NOT REAL YOU MORON I reminded myself. Of course! they have to be cosplayers. Wow the outfits are great. Maybe I should ask where did they get them.. URGHH NO! The dwarfs were trying to get up from their places and I heard Gandalf counting them and asking if they were fine. Wow, dude totally nailed the voice.

I guessed the fact I was so shocked, confused and angry was the reason that my hand lost it's grip which resulted in dropping the plate and my dear, beloved, delicious toast falling to the ground. They must have heard the plate crash because suddenly all eyes were at me. I just continued to stare at them and they stared at me. Now the whole room was frozen. I believe Biblo beat me when it comes to the width of eyes.

Must be the way I'm dressed. They have to think I'm a guy. Wait no. I have a girly face and my hair loose. Shit, the clothes. WHAT! Why do I care!? The are cosplayers. With realistic weapons. Oh my God. They might be real. Shit. Shit, shit shit. Cosplayers, murderers with real weapons. Great.

Thorin was the first person in the room that recovered from shock and ripped my from my thoughts. He stepped forward with his sword aimed at me and looked into my eyes with suspicion.

''Who are you?'' He asked, his voice threatening. I couldn't speak. My mouth were moving but no sound came. My mind was screaming. He nailed Thorin's voice too. Oh God they are way too realistic. But they can't be real! It's not a goddamn fanfiction. And if they are real. Then... THE Company is here. Thorin Oakenshield is speaking to me, probably thinking I am enemy. The dwarfs are in my house... Nooo, Impossible. Or possible. I have to think. I have to eat. WAIT! Suddenly the most horrifying thought at that moment crossed my mind:

MY TOASTES ARE LYING ON THE FLOOR AND I'M FREAKING HUNGRY !

So yeah… Beginning of God knows what!

A/N: Okay that was chapter 1 ! Phew * sigh* that was hard. I had been writing it for 5 days xd. Starting with word count - 1491. Yep I rewritten it about 10 times xd. Found any mistakes ? Any suggestions ? Any paring you want ? Reviews always welcomed ! Need 5 to continue ! :)

Hugs and kisses to you all My Astonishing Apples :3