Hello guys! This is my first fanfiction in english and it is only a translated version of my german fanfiction. I do this because I want to learn english better and I hope it will be helpful. In school my english was always quite good, but I know that I make a lot of mistakes.
So I ask you, if anybody of you find a mistake...please tell me so I can correct it.
I say it again: This is my first story in english so please be gentle with me :)
Now about my story. It is about two OC's, who landed in middle-earth and this can be quite funny. I tried to be as close as I can to the movie, but I also changed something, especially in the later chapters. I wrote this story for many years with a friend of mine, but in the later chapters I wrote it on my own. But I will tell you, so you can see the difference.
Now I hope you enjoy it!
Quite embarrassing appearance
Marcels POV:
I walked through an empty village with tiny doors and sweet gardens in front of them. I scratched my head and wondered, in which damn village were we landed. I didn't known a village, which looked exactly like this one. My best friend and companion Kyra was just two meters behind me.
„ Have you an idea where we could be, Kyra?", I asked and turned around at her.
It was late at the evening and there were no lights in this village. Must be a retarded village! I could only see the outline of my friends body but not even her face or something more detailled.
She stood there and maybe was trying to see something in the darkness.
„ Shall I be honest?", she whispered and came to me. „ I have really no idea!"
„ And what shall we do now?"
„ What's the point?" asked Kyra and went to the next gate. „ We will knock on one of the doors and see, who is in there."
I sighed but decided to follow her. Kyras ideas could be somethimes very crazy but most of the time her ideas had helped us. The gate was locked but it was so tiny, it only reached to our hips, that we could climb about it. I looked around to be sure that nobody saw us. The last thing we needed this moment were a lot of angry people or even the police.
„ Look, what a sweet little garden" my friend said and wanted to go deeper into the garden. But typically for her, she got stuck on the gate and felt down on the ground. Fortunatelly she could stop her fall with her arms but this sounded not really good. She moaned in pain and locked up at me.
„ Incredible", I complained and offered her my help but she waved it off.
„ I try it by myself. Go there and knock on the door."
„ At your service", was my answer and I ran to the door. In the garden it was so dark that I really had to be careful not to ran against the door or against something else.
In the background I could hear Kyras strained sounds as she put her shoes off and tried to unbound them from the gate.
A little man with hair on his feet, who reminded me of a drug dealer, opened the door and said „ Hi" to us.
„ Good evening", was man answer but just this moment a man arrived behind him. Oh man, he was twice as big as the little man. „ What is your friend doing there?", asked the old man.
„ Nothing. She is just laying there", I answered.
„ Guys" said Kyra with threatening undertone. „ I will kill you!"
„ Don't worry", I smiled. „ She is just kidding...I hope!"
Kyra finished her work successfully at the gate and followed me in the house. In her gaze I could see that she was really pissed off.
The little man seemed to have no idea what to do with us, so I said no word and went after the old man.
The tiny house was so small that I could even stand. Without warnings I ran against the chandelier in the corridor. Kyra suppressed a laugh and looked amused to the little man, who looked maybe not that amused than her.
„ I'm so sorry", I swore and rubbed my head.
As I turned around I saw many little men with beards and awkward clothing. Only two of them looked quite acceptable.
Suddenly the door opened and hit me painfully at my back. That was not my best day!
„ Careful", said Kyra helpfully and pulled me away from the door.
In the door stand a black-haired man with a big coat and looked at us.
„ What kind of humans are you?", I asked and my voice sounded as pissed off as Kyra was before.
„ Humans?" asked one of the men. „ We are dwarves!"
„ How could I not know it myself" whispered Kyra, more to herself than to the audition.
The black-haired dwarf closed the door and reached me his hand. „ I'm sorry that I hit you with the door. I hope that it was not that painful."
„ No!", I screamed. „ I really love it if there is an ugly dwarf, who can't knock and used me as a door stopper."
„ I have to apologize for my friend" replied Kyra shy. „ Sometimes he is overacting!"
„ Overacting?", I whispered angry.
„ Quiet!", she hissed.
„ I think we should sit down and discuss about the reason, why we are here" said the old man and led us to the dining room. There stood a big table with enough space for all of us.
„ After our embarrassing greeting it would be pleasant if you could introduce yourselves" said Kyra and took her seat between me and the black-haired dwarf.
„ I'm Thorin" said the named dwarf. „ These are my nephews Fili and Kili and the rest of the company: Dwalin, Balin, Bifur, Bofur Bombur, Ori, Nori, Dori, Oin, Gloin and Gandalf."
„ My name is Marcel and this is Kyra", I explained.
„ My head is burning" moaned Kyra and rubbed her temples.
„ I have a question on you" said Fili. „ Where are you from?"
„ From our rooms" laughed Kyra. „ No, I was kidding but it is more complicated as it looks. We'll tell you later."
Fili nodded satisfied and turned to his brother.
On the table stood a lot of food but it looked not very delicious. Most of the food was touched or layed on the ground or even in the corridor. I got two plates for Kyra and me and put us some of the clean food on it. The dwarves were impolite and ate like animals. After some minutes I shrugged and joined the fun. Kyra and Thorin were the only in our community, who looked a little bit ashamed. Accidently one of the dwarves hit Kyra with an egg. Now she was over the edge. She stood up angrily and walked out of the room. In the corridor she was talking with Gandalf, the old man, as the rest of us joined them.
Thorin looked at Gandalf. „ I thought you said this place would be easy to find. I lost my way, twice. Without the mark on the door I wouldn't have found it at all."
„ Mark? There is no mark. It was painted a week ago" said Bilbo.
„ There is a mark. I put it there myself" answered Gandalf. „ Bilbo, allow me to introduce you the leader of our company: Thorin Oakenshield!"
Kyra put her hands about her mouth to hide her laughing. „ His last name is Oakenshield."
Thorin looked at her with a deathgaze.
I walked over to Kyra to whisper something in her ear. „ If this gaze could kill you..."
Thorin turned back to Bilbo. „ This is the hobbit?" He crossed his arms before his chest.
Wait a second! A hobbit? It slowly came on my mind. Kyra elbowed me.
„ I believe I know where we are! We are in the movie: the hobbit- an unexpected journey."
„ Why didn't we see it long before", I yelled at myself.
Kyra frowned. „ This is a good question."
„ Now we need the next question", I replied.
And this question came from Thorin Oakenshield himself, who was still walking around the poor Bilbo Baggins, who looked cowed.
„ Are you experienced in fighting? Ax or sword? What's your weapon of choice?"
Then the realization hit me like a fist in my face. We didn't have any weapon!
„ Thorin!" shouted Kyra over his conversation. „ Do you have any weapons for us? Please?"
What a polite girl! I grinned at her and she blinked.
„ We have some swords you can use" answered Thorin. „ Can you handle this kind of weapon?"
„ I can try" replied Kyra. „ And I'm willing to learn it."
„ I'll show you tomorrow" said the youngest dwarf of the company. His name was Kili, I thought.
Kyra gave him a thumbs up and smiled satisfied.
Thorin were back at the dining room and we followed him. I sat right next to him on the head of the table and Kyra rested between the younger dwarves, Fili and Kili.
Now Gandalf started a boring conversation about the Lonely Mountain and why he chose Bilbo as our burglar.
„ You forget that the front gate is locked" mumbled Balin without any motivation. „ There is no way into the mountain!"
„ That, my dear Balin, is not entirely true" said Kyra and took a big key out of her jeans.
Thorin looked at her with enthusiasm. „ How came you by this?"
Kyra shrugged. „ I stole it from Gandalf!"
„ When?" shouted Gandalf and slamned his fist on the table.
Kyra lifted an eyebrow. „ As he felt out of your pocket!"
Gandalf gave up and took his pipe. Meanwhile Kyra stood up and reached Thorin the key.
„ If there is a key" said Fili and I turned my head to look at him. „ There must be a door!"
Desperately I layed my head on the table. Why did he always spoke about obvious things?
