It was a typical saturday, and I was listening to my latest MP3 downloads.

They tell you that you're lucky but you're so confused, 'cause you don't feel pretty. You just feel used.

I got kind of bored, so I switched it to a song that I could actually relate to.

I was reminicing just the other day, while having coffee all alone and, Lord, it took me away. Back to a first glance feeling on New York Time. Back when you fit my poems like a perfect ryme. Took off faster than a green light, go! Yeah, you skip the conversation when you already know. I left a note on the door with a joke we'd made, and that was the first day.

The song went on to explain that even though she wasn't with someone, she still thought about him. It was the same with me, even though my friends wouldn't remember me.

They were Aragorn, Legolas, Gimli, Frodo, Sam, Merry, Pippin, and Gandalf, the members of the Fellowship of the Ring, or the remaining members anyway. Boromir had been killed.

I felt a familiar sense of weightlessness. I closed my eyes, then opened them to pure white.

You have returned for a reason, Avalon Brandybuck. You will accompany Thorin and his company of dwarves as they seek to take back Erebor.

Just like last time, I didn't recognise the names that were usually familiar. Just Avalon. I didn't even remember my real name. I blinked, and I realized that I was standing outside a Hobbit hole. I saw a Dwarf coming up the path.

"You best be getting home, Hobbit," he said.

"Um, I..." then I remembered. Galadriel had said that I was supposed to accompany a Dwarf called Thorin.

"Are you Thorin?" I asked.

"Why?"

That almost always meant yes.

"I... I'm supposed to come with you and your Dwarves."

"And why should I believe that?"

"...Galadriel told me."

"Listen Hobbit. I do not take orders from Elves, Humans, Dwarves, and especially not Hobbits."

I was slightly intimidated by him. Thorin had a good six inches on me.

Act humble

"I am sorry. Forgive me Thorin Oakenshield, King under the Mountain."

Thorin looked confused by that. "That better not have been an insult."

"No! I would never dream of insulting the Dwarf who destroyed Azog." Where I got the information, I had no idea. Galadriel, probably.

Thorin reluctantly told me to follow him. "If Galadriel sent you here, Gandalf will have known something about it," he explained.