Hello again :) Here comes my first The Hobbit multi-chapter story, I've decided to do it a bit differently by not going in on the things that happened in the book or movie but instead write about the things happening in between, the story is pretty much AU from Rivendell and forward :)
Read and enjoy! If you don't like, then don't read.

-PsychoBlonde-

ONE

They were all hungry, tired and worn when the elves showed them to their sleeping quarters with promises of soft beds, baths and food. Fili was sure he was not the only one who on the inside praised Lord Elrond and his hospitality, after weeks on the road sleeping under the stars and washing in cold streams it felt good being in doors for a while.

All dwarves had been offered separated quarters and it felt nice having some privacy for a change. Throwing himself onto the soft bed Fili did not care that he was not acting very proper. Burying his face in the pillow he could not help but let out a small chuckle of delight. He would probably have fallen asleep if Kili had not barged into the room.

"Brother enjoying your room I see!"

"Yes I was until you barged in," said Fili moving off the bed.

"Don't worry I'll leave you alone in a moment, Uncle sent me to tell you food will be served in an hour so you should wash up until then," informed Kili.

"Thank you brother."

With a wave and a big grin Kili left the room in the same style he entered, meaning you could not miss it even if you tried. Fili could not help but smile after his brother. Heading for the bath that was connected to his room, Fili could not help but groan, when he let the warm water surround him. There was only one word to describe the feeling and that was heaven.

Singing low under his breath Fili tried not to mind too much the flowery sent that he was rubbing into his skin. It smelled like lavender but he was not about to bet his money on it as flowers had never really been his idea of fun or interesting. It was nice sitting in the bath not needing to look over his shoulder or be in a hurry to finish, and slowly he could feel his muscles relax in the hot water washing at least for a moment all his worries away.

Forcing himself out of the bath and into his clothes that had in some miraculous way been cleaned and dried while he was washing was the hardest thing he had ever needed to do whilst on the quest so far. Back straight and eyes forward, Fili made his way to the dining area. When he arrived most of the other dwarves were already there except for Dori, Nori and Ori, even Bilbo had found his way to the balcony-like opening.

Sitting down beside Kili, Fili sought out his uncle's gaze sharing a glance and a small nod. Although the elves had been very hospitable so far, did not mean the company should let their guards down.

"After all this and we only get green rabbit food?" muttered Kili stabbing at the lettuce leaves on his plate.

"Can't say I'm too happy about it brother but it's better than nothing," said Fili biting down on a tomato before discreetly spitting it out.

His actions did of course not go as unnoticed as he had hoped as Kili, Dwalin and Bofur all erupted in hysterical laughter around him. Lowering his face, Fili concentrated on not blushing and thanks to his beard no one noticed the red spots on his cheeks, as Thorin's heir it was expected of him to act dignified and proper and in that did not include spitting out food just because you did not like it.

"Shut up… it's not as if you like the food anymore than I do," grumbled Fili.

"I'll drink to that laddie!" laughed Dwalin raising his glass, "at least the wine's good!"

Dinner was spent laughing, drinking and poking at the food. Fili was not sure for how long they sat at the tables but it was long enough for a pleasant buzz to appear in his head and for Elrond, Gandalf, Thorin and Bilbo to leave and come back again. Thorin had a somewhat stony expression on his face, as if he was not completely pleased with whatever it was he had found out. Taking his chance Fili pounced on Bilbo the moment the hobbit sat down at the table again.

"So what happened? Why does uncle look so displeased?"

"We need to stay here until the moon is in the right place and that means waiting a few days," explained Bilbo patiently.

"What our dear hobbit is trying to say is that we'll be staying here for a fortnight," said Balin as he sat down beside his brother.

"Two weeks?! We'll be staying here eating rabbit food for two weeks?" moaned Bofur.

"Aye."

HOUSE OF DÚRIN

"Did you hear oh brother dearest? We have dwarves as guests." Whispered a soft melodic voice.

"Oh yes I did my most splendid twin, I did," sang another completely identical voice.

"Well don't you think they should be welcomed properly?"

"Yes they should, after all there is no finer hospitality than the elves of Rivendell has to offer."

"We should make it especially grand, I mean it's not as if Dwarves visit very often."

"Yes, we should make it very memorable; perhaps father has some things we could use…"

"Probably, father has a lot of things he never uses or lets us use."

"Good hunting brother."

"You too brother, you too."

HOUSE OF DÚRIN

Fili was walking down a corridor, the dwarves had already spent five days with the elves and he was slowly getting used to the similar looking doors and corridors connecting all the buildings. He was on his way to see Kili; they had decided to do some sword practice so as not to slack off too much. He was not sure why, but he had this small niggling feeling in the back of his mind that something was about to happen. If it would be something good or bad, well that was what he had yet to figure out.

"Fili! Hurry up I've been waiting for ages already!"

Fili could not help but laugh at his brothers impatient whining that went through the closed doors and down the corridor but did not bother to hurry along any faster than he had already been walking. He did it partly because he wanted to annoy Kili and the second half was because the niggling feeling got stronger the closer he got to the big door at the end of the corridor that would lead out to a circular area where you could train with different types of weapons. Fili was only about two steps from the door when it banged open, Kili and Dwalin standing on the other side, behind the two Fili could see most of the company. After that everything that happened went in slow motion. When the doors banged open something broke with a creak Fili caught a movement above that was moving, more exactly it was moving downwards in a falling motion. It was a big steel barrel that had somehow been placed above the door and it was right now falling straight onto his brother, Fili moved without thinking.

"Kili watch out!"

Diving towards his brother, Fili pushed Kili out of the way and out onto the ground. Fili expected something hard to hit him, that did also happen, but inside the barrel there was some kind of powder, that clung to his clothes and made him choke when he inhaled it, and then everything went black. The barrel had knocked him over sending him to the floor with the big barrel on top.

"Fili! Fili are you okay, answer me!" Fili groaned.

"Is he waking?" He tried to pry his eyes open but they felt heavy.

"We should probably give him some room." A cough was all he could manage, his throat felt like a desert.

"Maybe we should give him some water?"

Fili finally got his breathing under control and he managed to crack his eyes open.

"Ah he's awake!" It was Balin, "Good to have you back with us lad."

"Water?" croaked Fili.

"Ori went to get some already," said Bofur with a wry grin on his face. "It seems you've been the unlucky one to get the feel of some elfish prank."

Fili groaned and was just about to reply when a loud shriek rang out over the yard and he was for the second time that day doused with something this time it was water. The others roared with laughter, Kili going so far that he was rolling on the ground. Glaring at Kili, Fili got up from the ground, brushing off or trying to brush off the remaining powder that after getting in contact with the water seemed to stick even harder to his clothes and skin, it was almost as if his skin was absorbing the powder which in itself was a very creepy thought.

"Time to start practicing," said Fili loudly ignoring the itchy feeling, "we've wasted enough time as it is."

A murmur of yeses came from the other and so the dwarves started to train. Even Bilbo got some basic instructions in how to fight from Dwalin, who did not seem overly happy about it but still did it. Then again, Fili had the feeling Dwalin did it because he is a slave driver who likes to see other people suffer. Fili was almost one hundred percent sure the older warrior dwarf would never take someone on if there was absolutely no promise of pain for the other person, he was a bit of a sadist if one looked at it from a certain perspective.

They trained for what felt like hours, at least that what it felt like to Fili. For every passing minute, he felt heaver, his skin was crawling as if he had ants running all over his body, his stomach was aching and his head was starting to feel a bit light. To put it simply he was not feeling too hot at the moment, something which did not go unnoticed by his brother.

"Fili you okay? Did the hit to your head actually affect you?"

"Don't worry Kili, I'm fine," he assured Kili with a smile, "come on lets spar for a bit longer."

Fili barely had the time to raise his swords and face Kili again when his whole head went fuzzy; his body suddenly felt much heavier than the previous second and without being able to stop it, took a tumble towards the ground, once again hitting his head.

HOUSE OF DÚRIN

Fili woke up feeling weird, his body felt odd, like when all the stuffing in the pillow have moved all wrong and you cannot sleep because of it and his nose was itching. Groggily looking around the room, Fili noted that he was not in his room. Sitting up in the bed he could immediately feel that something was wrong, spotting a mirror on one of the walls, Fili tried to get off the bed only to stumble and fall to the floor with a thud. His head was still floating, making his balance disappear, but in the end he did make it to the mirror.

Looking in the mirror, it took exactly three seconds for Fili's brain to register what he was seeing in it. Stumbling backwards, he fell to the floor landing on his butt a blood curling scream leaving his throat. Retreating behind the bed so that he was curled up in a corner, Fili was not sure for how long he screamed before the door to the room slammed open revealing Lord Elrond and Thorin.

"Fili!" The panicked voice of his uncle only made Fili's hysteria worse, his screams transforming into desperate sobs.

He did not register what the two males were saying; the only thing he could hear was Thorin's angry voice booming inside the small room whilst Elrond's voice was soothing or well supposedly soothing it only seemed to make Thorin even angrier than what he already was. The only words Fili could make out from Thorin's angry tirade was 'damn elf', 'woman', 'no beard' and something which could have been an 'all elves should die' or an 'my patience is really at its breaking point right now'. Sobbing like a hysteric wench, Fili barely registered when a pair of strong arms wrapped around him, lifting him back up onto the bed.

"What is going on here Elrond!"

"I must admit that I have my suspicion but I cannot confirm anything before I've examined your nephew properly."

"Don't speak in riddles elf!"

"I'm not."

It took Fili a good five minutes before he had calmed down enough to drink a glass of water that was handed to him by Elrond. Doing a quick scan, the crease between the Lord of Rivendell's eyes deepened and a glint of something Fili could not decipher appeared in those timeless eyes.

"If you'll excuse me for a moment, I need to check up on something, I won't be gone for long." And with those departing words Elrond strode out from the room.

There was an absolute silence in the room when the door closed after the elf; neither Fili nor Thorin knew what to say. Leaning back against the headboard of the bed, Fili could not make himself look at his uncle, too ashamed to even want to look at himself. How this had happened he was not even sure if he wanted to know.

"Fili…" Thorin's deep rumble of a voice cut through the silence but in the end he said nothing as no words would come out.

Not that it was needed in the end as Elrond returned as swiftly as he had left, looking a lot more agitated than usually. His brow was creased even more than when he had left and he was slightly panting as if he had just shouted at someone.

"Feeling better?"

"Physically yes, mentally…. No."

"I must start by apologizing to you, my sons it seems, decided it would be fun to prank someone new and not an elf for a change and so they broke into my personal supply cupboard to find ingredients…" Elrond broke off midsentence with a tired sigh.

"And? Speak up elf!" muttered Thorin who was really in no mood to deal with elves and their antics.

"The powder they used can force transformations and well obviously you can see that…"

"Is it reversible?"

"I'm sorry," said Elrond bowing slightly.

Fili was not sure what to feel as right at that moment he felt absolutely nothing except for a burning despair that was slowly poisoning his body. Beside him Thorin had gone totally still, his blue eyes cold and narrow staring at Elrond.

"W-what?" managed Fili to choke out.

"There is no way of reversing it, at least have I never seen it, although I've only seen hair color change and other minor things, never a whole gender change," admitted Elrond softly, "I am humbly asking for forgiveness on my sons behalf, although I would not fault you for wanting them punished for what they have done to you."

"You are sure there's no way of reversing this?" asked Thorin his voice only a low growl.

"Yes, I keep that powder well hidden because no one really knows how it works or why it works that way. I only know that when it connects with water that's when the transformation begins."

"You…!" whatever Thorin said it was too low for either Fili or Elrond to hear but Fili was sure it was not something very pleasant.

"Uncle…," murmured Fili placing a hand on Thorin's arm.

It was stunning how big the difference actually was, his hand was much smaller than what it had been before and now where it was placed over his uncle's arm, it was practically dwarfed by his uncles much larger arm and hand. His voice too was much higher, the tone softer and much more feminine, it was scary.

"I must say you're taking this rather well, this whole ordeal," commented Elrond.

"Well? WELL?! I'VE BEEN TURNED INTO A BLOODY WOMAN! I'VE GOT STUFF WHERE THERE SHOULDN'T BE ANY AND NOTHING WHERE THERE SHOULD BE, I'M FAR FROM FINE, I'M BLOODY HYSTERICAL ON THE INSIDE!" shouted Fili, his voice going a few octaves higher, making his voice sound even more girly.

It was obvious that neither the elf nor his uncle had expected such an outburst from him, but Fili did not care, usually it was Kili who was prone to such outburst but in the light of what had happened to him Fili reckoned he was allowed to lose his marbles once in a while. Taking a few calming breaths, the blond now dwarf-woman leaned back against the headboard, trying not to think too much on how the others would react to this sudden change.

Not long after his outburst, Fili was left alone with orders of trying to get some rest. It was harder than he had thought, finding a comfortable sleeping position. With a pair of quite shapely boobs where his formerly flat chest had been was a weird feeling, and it made sleeping comfortable hard. After rolling around trying to find the perfect sleeping position for a good fifteen minutes Fili gave up trying to sleep with an annoyed huff. Sliding off the bed, Fili stood up on shaky legs and headed for the mirror.

Unlike the first time there was no blood curling scream this time just a sharp intake of breath. Fili could not help but stare at his image that was looking back at him in the mirror. Long golden blond hair was the same but where his face had been covered in a fine golden beard with his carefully made braids was nothing but smooth skin. Letting his eyes travel downwards, the young dwarf prince gently removed the sleeping gown he was wearing, staring at his new body in wonderment. He was still fit, his body was lithe and his skin soft and creamy. Gently reaching up Fili could not help but touch his new body, running his hands gently over his new set of breasts down over his flat stomach, over his small waist and down over round hips. This body was so different from his old one and Fili really wished Elrond had been wrong when he said there was no turning back.

HOUSE OF DÚRIN

Being a female was weird. After spending four days as a female that was what Fili had decided. All his emotions were running around his body and mind, a lot stronger than before, his body was less strong than his "old" one and it was still odd moving around with a pair of breasts and so was the sleeping. He was really getting annoyed with the sleepless nights, according to a female elf it would not take long for him to get used to the shift in "padding" but he was not betting on it happening anytime soon. Although, if he was to believe Elrond's last statement then he would have the rest of his life to get used to it, there was no turning back he was stuck as a female.

When the news of Fili's sudden change had reached the rest of the company, first they had reacted with laughter and slowly it had shifted into a somewhat awkward thing that they tried not to talk about, especially if the blond haired dwarf in question was close by. The only one who did not seem to be overly bothered by it was surprisingly the Hobbit, and as a result Fili and Bilbo had gotten closer. Kili was sitting on the fence but as he explained to Fili the night before, he just needed to get his head around the fact that he would now get to be the one to act all overprotective and of course he had delivered his small speech in that smug way he only reserved for his loving older brother and so Fili concluded that his brother did not care too much whether Fili was female or male. Fili just hoped the others would get over it before they departed Rivendell, it would do them little good to be distracted when their lives depended on being alert.

Suddenly waking up and being female really was not very fun, not only was he a lot weaker than before but everyone suddenly treated him differently. He would need to do something about that but he was waiting for the perfect moment something his mother had taught him. Fili refused to think of himself as her or in any feminine forms but he knew he would need to accept his fate sooner rather than later but it was hard.

Binding his breasts, Fili put on his old clothes, some elf maid had been kind enough to sow them in a bit because they absolutely too loose for him in his new form. The clothes were like a safety blanket to protect him from the curious glances that were sent his way and it made him feel better when the changes were not as visible.
Mustering up all his courage much like he had done for the past days, Fili took a deep breath before he headed for dinner. He was the last one to arrive and Bombur had already eaten most of the food but it was okay, he did not need even half as much food now as he did before his now smaller body running on a lot less energy than before.

"Good morning Bilbo," greeted Fili the small hobbit sitting on the opposite side of the table.

"Ah, good morning Fili slept any better tonight?"

"No, if anything it felt as if I slept worse than before…." Admitted Fili with a sigh.

"Don't worry I'm sure it'll get better soon, you just need to get used to this… well… new you," stammered Bilbo, not really sure how he was supposed to handle that certain topic.

"Let's not bet on that Bilbo my friend." Bilbo gave his friend a sympathetic look before he resumed his eating.

Nothing was really said for the rest of the dinner, most dwarves for once eating in silence but it did not take long for Fili to figure out why. Thorin was looking impatiently at everyone, his hand that was resting in his lap never quite being still, and then it hit Fili, it was soon time for them to leave, the full moon had passed meaning Thorin had gotten the information he needed. It did not bother Fili that much if nothing else it was a welcoming distraction, being out there in the wild fighting for your life he would not need to think about trivial things like his body.

Feeling his good mood coming back, Fili dug happily into his food. Not that the mood held very long when he saw from the corner of his eye the reason to his misery, the twins Elladan and Elrohir walking into the room. It was as if someone had dumped a barrel of ice cold water over him, ruining his mood instantly. Directing his most fierce glare towards them, Fili continued to eat. Kili always said that glare could probably split a mountain or kill an whole hoard of orcs and most people agreed it was an scary glare, like a cross between Thorin at his angriest and Dís when she was furious. No sane person wanted to be on the receiving end of it and apparently neither did the twins as they almost ran from the room when they saw it. With a satisfied smirk, Fili returned his attention to his food, not noticing the scared glances he was getting from his table mates.

"You know Fee, that glare of yours is even scarier now than it was before," whispered Kili with awe in his voice.

"Thank you, I do try."

"You shouldn't sound so proud of that!" muttered Dwalin darkly.

Smiling a radiant smile, showing off a row of ridiculously white and straight teeth, Fili decided to ignore the stunned silence that followed. He had come to the conclusion that he was as he had been when male, also a very good looking female and so when someone from the company like now either ogled him or in other ways showed what they thought it did make him feel a bit uncomfortable.

He had actually found Nori staring at him like he was a piece of meat at one point that had been awkward on both parts. Later when he told his brother about it, the only answer he had gotten was a hysterical laughter that lasted a good ten minutes. Not that Nori had been the only one but to spare himself from the mental trauma, Fili decided to forget those moments ever had happened.

Swallowing the last pieces of his food, Fili hurried after Thorin who with an impatient grunt had stood up and left the room beckoning for him to follow. Fili was three steps after his uncle all the time, quietly following the dwarf King. At first Fili thought they were going to Thorin's chambers but that was not the case as the dark haired dwarf stopped in front of a pair of double doors. It was a room meant to hold meetings in, if the large table in the middle was anything to go by.

"You wished to speak with me uncle?"

"Yes, I did." Fili was nervous; he did not like the tone of his uncle's voice. "I think it would be for the best if you did not continue with the quest."

"No!"

"I know it's not exactly ideal but with your current… um… disposition, this is for the better." Thorin tried to reason.

"No, uncle, please don't, do this to me," begged Fili, his traitorous emotions almost breaking through, "I need this! How long have you not been talking about
reclaiming Erebor? I want to, no I need to be there and nothing will stop me from going, not you not some stuck up elf or anyone else for that matter!"

For the longest moment both just stood there looking at each other, Fili's stubborn gaze locking with Thorin's half pained half amused gaze. Fili refused to be the one to back down; he had meant every word that had come out of his mouth. If his uncle decided to leave him behind, then he would just follow them on his own, consequences be damned.

"Your mother is going to kill me when she finds out what has happened and that I let you continue on the quest," said Thorin finally breaking the silence, "But I rather have you where I can see you instead of somewhere out there alone because you're too stubborn to see it yourself."

"You're not really someone to preach about being stubborn uncle," said Fili, that mega smile back again on his face.

"No I suppose I'm not."

Fili was not sure what possessed him to do what he did next, but he let out a small happy laugh before hugging his uncle. He was too happy to notice the odd tingling feeling in his stomach when he hugged his uncle, or that Thorin seemed totally shell shocked over the motion but in the end returned the hug.

"Thank you!"

"Be ready to leave when the sun rises tomorrow morning."

So that was the first chapter :) Was it good? Something worth reading? Please review and tell me what you thought!