I really need to stop reading fanfiction sometimes, because then I get ideas like this. So, let's see where this goes and if I actually finish it, for once.
Disclaimer: I own nothing J.R.R Tolkien related, except for the added in things and the OC.
I never really planned on being a member of the company with 13 dwarves, a wizard, and one little hobbit. Well, I never planned on being thrown through a portal by my idiot coworkers either, but here I am. I guess I should explain what I'm going on about, shouldn't I? Might make a bit more sense that way.
In my world, magic is as common and science, which of course means children, teens, and even adults play around with magic like a chemistry set. That's where I come in, I'm one of many in a company that experiment with magic by trying to combine it with science. Over the years, talk of a portal had been as common as the weather, it was a fascinating subject. Well, my group of idiots had the opportunity to give a portal a trial run and see how well it would work out and give feedback to the higher ups. I was the unfortunate one who drew the short straw and would actually be going through the portal itself. Simple procedure really, until, of course, things didn't go as planned. The portal opened and was running smoothly as we took the basic data, that's when it started to fluctuate, and a scene started to appear on the other side. I thought it was normal at first, but deep down I knew it was off. My dear colleagues thought I was just chickening out, refusing to listen to me, and hoisted me up. They wondered over to the portal, and without a second thought, threw me through. If I ever wondered what going through a vacuum felt like again (I'm a scientist, so shush) I knew what my dust bunnies feared. And before I knew it, I was flying throw the air, made a not so graceful landing, rolled into a wall. I could hear people talking above me as I tried to regain my vision and breath. I rolled onto my back and looked up into the eyes of who would be the grumpiest group leader I had ever met.
And that is how I came to know Thorin Oakenshield and his company.
"We cannot take her with us. We do not know where she came from, what she can do, or if she can even fight." Thorin explained, well more like grumbled, to Gandalf as they took stock over the sudden newcomer.
"Well, we cannot just leave her here on her own. She knows nobody, and doesn't need to be left in a place where she is nothing, but a stranger." Gandalf had countered. All I could do was roll my eyes at the situation and conversation in front of me.
"You two do realize that I can hear everything that you're saying, right?" I called back to them, never actually looking at them. I was placed in a chair, in what seemed to be the living room, where a small man was poking at the back of my head. The two who were deciding my fate didn't seem to acknowledge me, like I didn't just warp into their world at all.
"Okay, I'm pretty sure the back of my head is find, can you stop poking out at in now?" I asked, looking up at the man who seemed concerned with the well-being of my skull.
"Just making sure, but there doesn't seem to be anything wrong with it." He mused, mostly to himself. I sighed, and proceeded to stand up.
"No, there isn't, because if there was, you would have definitely known about it way before now." I responded, finally looking around the place I ended up in. It seemed to be a home, a really small home, but it looked cozy and welcoming. Besides the two men, one seemed to have an aura around him that was very familiar, there were eleven other men sitting around a table, listening in on the conversation. I decided to speed this along, and walked to the dining area and leaned against the wall. What was odd was that I still hadn't gotten names from any of the men in the room, oh well.
"Do I actually have a say in what happens to me? Like at all?" I questioned, looking down at my nails, breaking the concentration of the members in the room. The taller man seemed amused with my question and looked to the shorter, and clearly angrier of the two, for an answer.
"Axe or sword?" He responded with a question. I rolled my eyes, so this was how we were going play?
"How is that relevant?" I shot back. I didn't really like where this was going, but part of me didn't want to give him the satisfaction of winning in whatever this was.
"It will determine what happens to you." Was his response to my question, so I won in that sense.
"Neither," I answered, "but…"
"I thought as much, she wouldn't be able to keep up with us." He continued, not bothering with what else I had to say. Oh no. I didn't put up with this with my own merry band of idiots, I wasn't putting up with his.
"If you would have let me finish, you ass hat," I snapped, "you would know that I fight with no sword or axe, but I do have defenses." This seemed to have everyone's attention now, so I carried on, taking the voice I did with my colleagues when they didn't listen.
"Where I come from, we don't use those sorts of weapons, but we use science and magic. I am more than capable of defending myself with magic, and I could probably kick your happy ass while doing so." I explained.
"So you're a wizard?" One of the men from the table asked, a young looking man with long brown hair, and not as much of a beard as the rest.
"No, I wish. I'm merely a human who has the pleasantries of being able to control magic." I said with a shrug. I caught the eye of the taller man, dressed in grey, who from the response I just received, was someone who could wield magic as well.
"Then, I suggest you hand her a contract!" The grey man called out happily, looking toward the oldest looking member of the group. Said man pulled out a piece of paper and handed it to me.
"There you go lass. It covers all the basics such as expenses and such." He smiled at me. I took the paper and walked into the open area next to the dining area, the shorter man was handed a contract and began reading it as well. As looking over the paper, it wasn't that bad, considering what my job back in my own world was. I let out a small laugh when you reached the funeral arrangements, this wasn't very different at all. My own contract back home included one, since being human lab rats was all you really did. The next thing I know; the short man was passed on the floor next to me. I stepped to his side, hands on my hips, and looked down on him. Apparently the man in the hat had said something or the other and he didn't take it too well. I shake my head at him, laughing lightly. He reminded me of one of my close friends in my office. I walked over to the wall, stepping around the man on the floor, and took the pen that was somehow still in my pocket. I signed the bottom and proceeded to hand it back to the man who had handed it to me. He looked it over for a moment then smiled up at me.
"Welcome to the company then, lass!" He exclaimed happily. I smiled back at him, and glared at the grumpy man when he huffed at the statement. I really didn't like him already, and I tried to like all people. The man in grey stood up, having to hunch down because of his height, and walked over to the man on the floor, and sighed. He turned to me, offering a smile.
"I am Gandalf, and this, my dear, is Thorin Oakenshield and his company."
So, I've never written a fic outside of Harry Potter, so if people could let me know how this turned out, that would be lovely.
Thank you!
