DISCLAIMER: I do not own The Hobbit or its characters from books and movies. Or any references to other movies. I only own my OC's.

A/N: I am a new member and this is my first fan fiction story! I'm really nervous right now. I do this for fun and my love for imagination. I hope you like it! Please give it a chance if it may not start out that good, but trust me, it will get better once they're in Middle Earth! This is a KiliXOC, FiliXOC, LindirXOC, and BilboXOC.

**New A/N: Undergoing a major REWRITE. Please enjoy the (hopefully) better writing than from before, I started this story long ago when the first Hobbit movie came out, so I was about thirteen. Yeah, this story makes me cringe now, yet you all still enjoyed it lol, I thank you and love you all for motivating me and enjoying what is already a silly imagination of OC's being sent into Middle Earth.

Going back and editing it, I'm making more of a detailed past with my OC's: Reagan, Megan, Lindsey, and Lauren, and I'm giving them a more meaningful relationship with the company and their eventual romances. In other words, a fuller story which was my goal to begin with, but I had no experience back then on how to do it.

Thank you all for keeping up with me for this long, enjoy :)

Chapter 1:

Year 2012

Megan's POV

Never in my life would I have thought I'd have a good day again. It's not like I easily become disappointed and depressed when things happen the way they do, but bad days for me seem to have been happening a lot lately.

The day I graduated college was the greatest day of my life since graduating high school, because both times I gained freedom and something I've earned through all the hard shit I put up with. However, after both graduations, life just came back around and kicked me in the face. My parents wanted both me and my twin, Reagan, to both pay rent after high school and to continue living at home during college. But it's not like finding a job is easy in our small town of Lexington, Virginia. Barista jobs at coffee shops, booksellers, and even being a waitress at a restaurant had no openings. Thankfully our parents decided to not charge us rent right after high school and allowed us to wait until college began. Then we were told of the university having campus jobs, so this is what prompted us to move out and dorm it and risk all the debt we will have in the future.

But minimum wage can only do so much, so I found a second job while my sweet sister Reagan kept on with her one gig at the tutoring services. We made it through, but after college and finding a job with our diploma was still hard. And this is the current place we are at. I am jobless career wise, I work a shift at a diner and book store, and live with my parents being charged rent. Reagan has found her career job, but unlike living back at home with me, she lives with our friend Lindsey in an actual house being charged a rent she can afford.

Our parents are both hardworking individuals and are the greatest parents we could ever have. They have good reasoning for raising us to be this responsible, but Reagan never thought so because she kept on viewing it as our parents caring nothing of our well-being and not thinking of us as their children. This has created a small rift in family ties, hence her living with a friend and not calling home much at all, so this only puts more pressure on me to keep up a positive connection between both sides.

Sweet Reagan is the younger twin by five minutes because during birth she had the umbilical cord wrapped around her neck. Cliché, but it happens all the time even not in twin births, truly. Obviously, she grew up to be fine but to us all she is still the most sensitive person we have ever known. Due to the dangerous birth, our parents did dote on her more so it's no wonder after eighteen years and then being told to grow up and/or get out made Reagan break.

"Megan did you hear what I say?" I forgot Lauren was here, driving me around. She's very quiet. Supposedly us two are the ones with the loudest of minds according to my sister, Reagan, and Lindsey. I met Lauren during university my junior year and she was a freshman! Now she's approaching the end of her junior year and we have remained friends through thick and thin. From sharing my notes with her (which ended up not being good notes and caused her to fail a couple tests… oops.), venting to each other about small and big things, living at her family's house with her for a little while rent free, vacationed together even if it was just to Virginia Beach… We basically went through some milestones and rough patches together and still remain close friends. She is the only friend I have and made that remained in my life.

"No I didn't. You're usually quiet so when I'm with you I distract myself by stalking people." Truly I am. We just stopped at a red light and I look out the window at an old man with a beanie, big cup of coffee, and he's staring at me as I'm still full of adrenaline from the good day I finally had.

We just came back from watching The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey. Reagan and Lindsey had to go to their summer karate lesson they decided to tackle with their seasonal yoga they already do. Boy are they going to be mad at us for going to see the Hobbit, for the second time, without them!

"Stalk? By the way your window is open." I freak out and start closing it. "How could you not notice it open? And there was a creepy guy!"

"Lauren, he was probably just admiring your shiny pretty car!" A 2007 Pontiac Solstice. Her parents love her and gave her a 'nice' car she still doesn't have to pay the note for until after college and can hold a job. Why the Solstice you ask? She likes Transformers, and one of the robots was a Pontiac Solstice…

My nerdy friend and I met when I was walking to the student parking to leave, and she had just pulled into her spot and I saw the decals on the back window: the chrome autoboot symbol, Arwen's Evenstar from the Lord of the Rings, and the round One Ring elvish words. I stopped breathing as I ran up to her car and she screamed when I screamed at her 'Where have you been all my life!?'

"Probably thinking of stealing my shiny pretty car!" Lauren, paranoid, exclaims keeping her eyes on the road at the red light, avoiding looking at the creepy man. I roll my eyes at this and turn on the radio. My favorite song is on. Sadly, though, the song was not "Blunt the Knives" that came on. I tried suggesting that song to the local radio station to play it a few weeks ago, they never did…

"Lauren, it's our song! It's like RAIN-IAN! On your wedding day. It's a free RII-IDE when you've already paid. It's the good ADVIIICE that you just didn't take. Who would've thought... it figures!" We sung at the top of our lungs as we finally moved forward, and I rolled down the window to feel the wind whip through the small sports car as Lauren picked up speed.

"Hey, now that you say it, it does look like rain, a bad storm too. I hate driving in the rain. I may sleepover at Lindsey's tonight. You know I can't drive in the rain." Lauren rambles about the weather, as is her usual thing to do.

"Whatever, guess I'm sleeping over too because you were my ride home. I'll share clothes with my sister."

"And I'll use my spare clothes in the trunk," Lauren smirks and winks at me. I can only sigh in exasperation.

"You keep spare clothes with you in case you can't make it home?"

"No, I was hoping it'd storm, as the weather channel said before we went to the movies, so just in case I packed an overnight bag. What a better way to end a good day!" Lauren responds with a giggle, then squealing when I reached to pinch her side.

"Stop you'll make me wreck!" She shouts at me, nervous.

"Don't worry, Jazz will transform and save us."

"Shut up, Meg. You can always take the bus, call a cab, or ride a bike—"I look out the window and see the sky is really dark, and the yellow haze color appears on the horizon. It's a tornado sky almost.

"I think I'm good. No thanks. I don't want anyone to steal one of Lindsey's shiny pretty bikes." Lauren scoffs.

"Oh my goodness, this is tornado skies…" Lauren mumbles as we approach the neighborhood.

"Okay, Galadriel, why don't you work at the weather station? I'm surprised you didn't major in mass communications or journalism."

No one's POV

Lauren and Megan made it to Lindsey's house. They could see Reagan and Lindsey in the house through the open blinds and what lights are on. On their way up the porch steps Megan whispers loud.

"Whatever you do Lauren, do not tell them we went and saw the Hobbit! Keep it secret! Keep it safe!"

"OK." She hisses on purposely loud, adjusting her overnight bag on her shoulder. They walk up to the door to see Lindsey and Reagan, opening it before they could knock, in front of them with looks on their faces that they want to know where they were.

"Megan, dear loving sister, where have you been? I've been texting you and you weren't responding. You're becoming worse than Lindsey." Reagan asks suspiciously to her look alike.

"Just cruising in Lauren's shiny pretty car with a dead phone," Megan replies confidently.

"Lauren where did you two go?" Lindsey asks the suspiciously uncomfortable looking friend with a bulging bag on her shoulder.

"As you two were at karate lessons, Megan and I went to see The Hobbit." Lauren replies sweetly and honestly.

"What part of 'Keep it secret, keep it safe' did you not understand!" Megan whines to Lauren.

"I can't lie!" Yes, Megan now thinks, Lauren is maybe the most sensitive of them all topping Reagan by a small pinch. Lauren still holds rank as the most innocent, given her nature and her being the youngest of us even though she looks older and is the second tallest.

"You never ask someone to lie about going to see the Hobbit without the rest of their friends! You never keep it secret or keep it safe! Unless you own the DVD that's the only time you keep it secret and safe from other people. Until then, I look forward to owning it soon and rewinding it and pausing it just to stare at Thorin all by myself." They all break out into laughter.

Reagan exclaims. "You did good Lauren." Lauren beams, moving side to side in a sweet little jig.

"Someone's getting a Thorin decal, now," Megan mumbles with a snicker.

"Now that's just creepy, but not as creepy as the guy we saw on the way home. Y'all—" Just when Lauren began to ramble, we all shushed her making her blush and stare at us with her mouth parted.

"Megan, Megan, Megan… I thought you'd know better. And you two went without us…You are not forgiven!" Lindsey says. A loud rumble of thunder makes us jump out of our skins. We rush to follow Reagan and Lindsey into the house before the rain finally pours like a gigantic waterfall.

"Oh my gosh I do not like thunder!" Lauren says covering her ears and makes a beeline for the couch, throwing aside her bag the instant she came through the door.

"It's alright Lauren. Think of it as the War of the Ring!" Reagan says in attempts to calm her down. The girl does have a pretty valid fear of thunder, most particularly the kind that is very near and shakes everything.

"Ooooh! Right!" Lauren smiles, only flinching at the next loud rumble. Her hands almost went to her ears in attempt to be calm and confident.

"That sounded like an explosion," Lindsey says trying to get a rise out of her. But Megan pushes it with a grin, trying to make the most out of the situation.

"But doesn't the elf Gil-Galad die in War of the Ring?"

"No!" Lauren yells and covers her ears again at the mention of one of her many screen crushes who had died. "Doesn't anyone think this thunder is getting louder by the second?!"

Reagan's POV

"Yes. Very loud. It's all Megan's fault for saying that and making Lauren upset. Fool of a Took!" I say as they all laugh except for Megan who glares at us. Then the power flickers, the electricity unit sizzles to a stop, and the entire house grows dark and silent.

"The power of the music of...the night…." Lauren sings quietly.

"Are you really breaking out Phantom of the Opera during a thunderstorm in the dark? Lauren?"

"It's amazing she made it this far in life," Lindsey jokes.

"Y'all I'm not joking. Find some light, we need to turn the circuit breaker back on," Lauren recommends frightenedly, even though no one can see her face.

"I'm on it, don't worry," I calmly say as I feel my way through Lindsey's house that I know like the back of my hand. But still I manage to stub my toe on the edge of the angled couch.

I hear nothing but silence as I raced into the kitchen to get a flashlight out the cabinet. When I get back to the couch and shine the flashlight, so we can resume talking, deciding not to go into the garage to deal with the circuit breaker because of the bad weather, I'm about to speak my thoughts only seeing they are all on the floor, unresponsive. No way can they be asleep. I check their pulses, and call their names and discover they are unconscious. "Oh my—" my voice was disturbed by more loud thunder. I was scared.

Before I can think of grabbing my cell phone to call for help, a voice inside my head speaks, 'Ease yourself now. Ease all worries and let go of the world around you. Do not fear of what is to come.' That is so not my conscience. I suddenly felt the urge to go to sleep even though I'm scared to death and breaking into a shaking sweat! I couldn't control myself when I just fell flat onto the couch dropping my phone in the process that was already dialing 911.