Disclaimer: I don't own Tolkien's work and no copyright infringement is intended.
Summary: A contemporary wizard decides that the line of Durin has to be saved and sends a girl and a spell back to Middle-Earth. But even the best laid plans can go horribly wrong.
Pairings: ThorinxEvery dwarf and Bilbo, FilixKili.
Note: First off, prepare for a story dominated by pregnant dwarves suffering from their hormones. I have never been a fan of Mpreg stories but I don't know why this story wanted to come out. Also, I'm usually quite opposed to oc's, especially in big roles, and especially with the amount of oc random femalesxdwarf stories around here. So this is not set up to be such a story. And with that all said I can hear you wonder "why on earth write such a tale" Well, Because I know you all want to be out there and save our favourite hunks of dwarf. And this story is about such a chance. I hope you will enjoy the story and the oc will function as a version of you walking around Middle-Earth. I know I'm trying something tricky here.
Warnings: Adult content/ MPregnancy galore / Starts out Movie-verse, ends up being AU! / Dominating and stubborn Thorin / MalexMale / incest / slash/ lemon/OC insertion / I fear there'll be humour as well / Don't let the prologue frighten you by the amount of OC's and the plans made, the real fun is yet to start muahaha.
Prologue is set in future times, all chapters will be in Middle-Earth
Best Laid Plans
:Prologue:
The lights switched on while the professor took off his glasses and gestured at the now frozen screen behind him, which had previously been showing a PowerPoint presentation and now only displayed a slide with the words 'the end' on it.
"And so you see, my fellow Lord of the Rings Fans. Tolkien's story has not just been a story. And we firmly believe that, had the Oakenshields survived till this day, we would have lived in a much better place and elves would not have left Middle-Earth."
One of the girls in the college seats raised her hand. Her red hair tangled over her left shoulder and bounced a little as she spoke. "But then why isn't there any scientific material made available for the public?" She said, her voice betraying worry.
The professor polished his glasses before putting them back on the bridge of his nose. "It's a good question. As we all know there are only few of us who believe these events have happened for real. Those few are either ridiculously obsessed fans of Tolkien's work or they are the ones who have seen the traces of the history of Middle-Earth. But because most of the evidence has been wiped away from the planet's surface, it is very hard for anyone to prove and claim that the events have taken place. All of this changed only recently, like I just explained during my presentation, with the find of a Doomsday book. And not just any book. It is a book believed to have been written in the future and it laments the past. The book was carbon dated 6050 AD, which is impossible. Yet it cannot be denied." The professor rubbed a finger past his glasses again. "The authorities have locked the book away and deny its existence. Yet some of us have seen the book and have made photos of it. Just browse Doctor Ander's Tumblr account and you'll see some of the photos. Though authorities claim it to be a hoax I think we should pay attention instead of denying this new information."
Another attendee of the college stuck out a hand now and spoke before even being given the turn. "But as you said the book is an impossible find. For one it is said to be written in future times." The boy swallowed. "And furthermore the book describes events that have yet to take place. It's only logical authorities would keep this from the public. They don't want to upset us. They don't want us to know that the human race will cease to exist and that the writer lamented the fact there were no dwarves around to save us."
"To save us?" One of the other attendees who had been paying special attention cried. It was a girl with an image of the ring on her shirt. She wore pointy ears, like she was an elf herself. "The book clearly says it is written by an oracle. The oracle devoted twelve pages to warn us in our own language which is exceptional and rare for the other four hundred of pages we cannot even read. Language changes because it lives. The oracle knew we would find the book and knew we had to be able to read it. Twelve pages were devoted to warn us. Twelve pages which said that had the line of Durin persisted we would all be saved."
"Yes, but it did not." One of the men in the room replied irritably. "We all thought Tolkien's words were nothing but a nice little story." Many of the people in the room grumbled and seemed to disagree. "Well, didn't we? We had no proof." The man continued. "And now that we know this what can we do? If this all happens in future times what can we do? The Durin's line ended. It must have been years in the past. We cannot change what has happened then, can we? Did you just invention time-travelling or what?" He rolled his eyes and all became silent.
"Listen, the organization has a plan. All we ask of you is not to worry and let us do our thing." The professor said, gesturing at the attendees.
"And now we shall continue our discussion in room two zero one." A chubby man who stood at the head of the room said. He was apparently part of the organization and came to the professor's rescue. The professor thanked him with a small smile and the chubby man gave a nod. "Now come along, all of you."
The chubby man guided the crowd out of the room whilst the professor got off his desk and packed his suitcase. Behind him a long and slender woman stood and eyed a man who was about as tall as she was.
"Gerard, stay." She ordered the tall man. "You can go and follow them, Professor Meinhart." The professor with the glasses quickly nodded and dashed to join the queue of people leaving the room. The tall man named Gerard stayed behind and wandered up to the desk. He leant over it and eyed the tall woman.
"Sophie," he said, voice husky, "Which one?"
Sophie's eyes travelled past the retreating figures of their attendees. Most had made it for the door and were now leaving the room. Only a few were found scattered behind the desks, packing their notebooks and what not. One of these was a girl who caught Sophie's attention.
"Her." She said, pointing at the girl. Gerard's eyes followed her movement. "She looks like she's right to fit the job. We'll have her."
Gerard immediately approached the girl who was about to fling her bag over her shoulder and exit the room. "I'm sorry, could you stay?" he said, eyeing her up and down but finding no sign with her name on it. "Sorry, what's your name?"
The girl smiled at him. "I'm Aileen."
"Well, Aileen," Gerard said, shaking her hand and gesturing for her to walk down the tiers to the front of the room where Sophie was waiting for her with a smile on her face.
"Hello dear, I'm Sophie," The woman said while shaking her hand. By now most of the people had left the room and only some of the professors remained. One was standing by the door, closing and locking it before guarding it. Another came to stand in the corner of the room. "This here is Professor Eikengaard," she gestured at Gerard by her side,
The girl smiled. "Eikengaard, that does sound kind of foreign."
Sophie continued, "Well, he is. And this is Doctor Richards" she pointed at the man in the corner, "and Professor Walker." Her final gesture was to the man by the door.
The girl turned to follow Sophie's gestures and frowned at the sight of the empty college room and the closed door. "I've heard of some of you." She said when she turned to face Sophie. "I've read Professor Walker's work. His articles on Middle-Earth were quite fascinating."
"A learned one." Sophie said in delight as she clapped her hands. "Excellent. Now, Aileen, the reason why we asked you to come down here is because we have appointed a task to you. You recall how we mentioned earlier on that the line of Durin should be sustained? Well, as you know Thorin and his nephews die during the battle of the five Armies. We figured we do not need to stop this from happening. Not if someone already carries a child of one of them. Preferably Thorin's child for he was a strong dwarf for his kind." Sophie seemed to be taken by her own words and a dreamy look appeared on her face. The girl in front of her merely frowned.
"All right," She said, hesitating, "and you want me to..?"
Sophie was shaken out of her reverie and forced a smile on her face. "Did you know that Professor Eikengaard is a descendant of one of the ancient wizards?"
The girl blinked.
"He stands watch over Earth like his forefathers stood watch over Middle-Earth. How else did you think we could get our hands on the book so easily?" Sophie's wicked smile grew.
"I'm not quite sure how to respond to this." The girl whispered, eyeing her surroundings as if she expected cameras to be hidden around the room.
Sophie waltzed over the girl's words, paying no heed to them. "He is a descendant of wizardry blood, just like me. Together we can send one person back in time. Now, let me look at you girl. You aren't very tall. I'd say… You're about 5 foot."
Gerard Eikengaard took over from Sophie and leant against the desk while he spoke. His eyes lingering on the girl in front of them. "You've got hair like the hobbits have. And you're quite beautiful. That in all makes you the perfect candidate. You will not be too big and it will be hard for them to resist you, being the healthy dwarves they are."
It started to dawn what they were onto and the girl suddenly felt the courage to protest. "Wait? What?
"The plan is simple," Sophie said, placing a foot on the desk and tilting her head slightly. "We will send you back in time. If Doctor Richard's calculations are correct you should be send there before the start of the journey. This will give you enough time to acquaint yourself with the hobbit and the dwarves. It's up to you whether they take you on their journey or not, but remember that their journey is not without danger. So the sooner you get pregnant with Thorin's child the better. We will pick you up at the end of the cycle."
Now the girl literally panicked. "You want me to get pregnant of a dwarf?"
"Ah, poor child," Sophie tusked her at seeing how panic-stricken the girl looked. She didn't want her to go into a state of shock. "There's nothing wrong with it. You'll be doing all of us a favour."
"I'm sorry," the girl said, gesturing with her arm "I need to go."
"Stop." The girl stopped at Sophie's command and turned to look at her. "We haven't been telling you our secrets for you to just walk away. You can't do that. You already know too much. Now listen. The spell Professor Eikengaard and I will use is divided into cycles. The moment we send you back in time we'll get a countdown system floating in our hands. It shows us five cycles. At the end of each cycle we can pick you up and bring you back to our time which is the wisest thing to do because well, to be quite frank, our hospital facilities are much better than they were in the old days. You and the heir will have a much bigger chance to survive."
"And what if I don't want this?" The girl managed to choke.
"You already know too much to back out." Sophie looked at her phone to read the time. "Think of it this way: You'll get to save the world in future times. Now as I said, we will send you back to some time before Thorin's company starts their journey. But we will not let you go empty-handed. Professor Eikengaard here has a spell he wants to give to you which will ensure fertility."
The girl did her best to stay calm but her emotions were audible in her voice as she spoke. "Listen, I will not do this. I mean, I've been a virgin for the past 24 years of my life and I will not change this. And I will especially not sleep with a rusty chunk of a dwarf."
As she turned to demonstratively march away Doctor Richards and Professor Walker grabbed her by the arms and rendered her immobile.
"Now, where were we?" Gerard said with a finger against his lips. "There's not much you need to know about the spell. Except that it is a very interesting piece of magic. And because I'm a wizard I can cast it, which is why we're in luck."
The girl cringed. "Did you make it yourself? The spell?"
Gerard shook his head. "No, I found it in the new Doomsday book. It's on page thirteen. A secret page we deliberately neglected to mention. It cites a spell to gain fertility."
"Have you even tested it?" The girl liked to know, feeling a chance to get out of this. After all, she thought that using the spell without having it tested would be unethical. Besides, sending her there without knowing if it'll work could be disastrous for the whole outcome of the project. No Durins would be assured.
"I have before, on my girlfriend." Gerard replied with a glint of mischief in his eyes. "Don't worry, it can't do much harm."
He stepped closer to the girl and nodded at Sophie who handed him a glass of water. The girl didn't stop protesting though.
"You can't do this. I need to go home. I mean, I'm here for my holidays. I'm not even from England."
Gerard splashed the water over his hands. "Neither are we. Take a look at Doctor Richards here. He's from Scotland."
"That's not what I meant." The girl growled while she eyed Doctor Richards at her side. She was still being held by the two men when Professor Eikengaard placed his hands against her tummy and started to murmur a low and nonsensical lyric. Behind him Sophie appeared, spurring him on by clapping her hands and nodding eagerly. A bright green glow appeared, the light surrounded the girl's waist and caused her to slightly panic. Finally Gerard's recital stopped and he got up from his knees to grin down at the girl.
"Is this green light supposed to happen?" She asked, glancing up at him.
"It is. But it'll fade away. Now don't worry about any side effects. There are none as far as I'm concerned." Gerard cleared his throat and glanced nervously at Sophie who shrugged. The girl noticed the motion and wondered what the two could be hiding from her. The doctor and professor let go of her and she instantly stepped away from them and hurried towards the doors.
"Don't go," Sophie called after her. "You can't go now. You know our real identities and our plans. And more importantly the spell has already been placed on you. The fertility spell was given to you."
The girl rattled the door and groaned in agony because it was locked. The professors watched her as she tried the handle again, then banged her hand against it before turning to face her captors with a sigh. She relentlessly stalked back to the front of the room and came to a halt in front of Sophie. The girl did not say a word and the woman smiled.
"Good, now let us remind you once more what is expected of you. You will go there and you will find the hobbit and the dwarves. You will make sure Thorin receives an heir and then you will return here with a child of the Durin bloodline. Things couldn't be simpler. Now we all wish you good luck on your mission. This magic costs us a lot of energy so should you fail it will take another generation before we can try again. You'd better use all your charms, girl." Sophie pinched the girl's cheek and watched her turn her face away. "Good luck."
A bag was pressed into the girl's arms and she looked up at Professor Walker.
"Seriously? You already packed me a medieval bag? Where I'm going is ages before the medieval period took place."
"It's good to know you have some sense of history." The man said.
"I studied English Language and Culture. I have read the Old English tales."
"Good, then you should have no problem reading the runes when you get there." The man grinned at her.
"Runes?" The girl yelped.
But Sophie and Gerard had come to stand around her. Both were humming a spell, chanting louder and louder as waves of blue and green started swimming around the girl. She felt faint, and her eyes were closing. She groaned and knew there was no way out of this now. The chanting grew loud, hurting her head, and her vision turned black. The last she saw was the empty desks and the grinning forms of Professor Walker and Doctor Richards as they watched her fade away.
"No," she murmured, reluctant to be torn from the world she knew.
The last thing on her mind before losing consciousness was a thought that scared her, and a whisper escaped her, reaching the professors' ears. They misunderstood her and in their ignorance beamed, thinking they send the right person for this task.
"I will find a way."