A/N: Hello everyone. This is my first attempt at any kind of LOTR or Hobbit fic, I watched the Hobbit: Unexpected Journey and this story came out. I am posting the first two chapters now and I will leave it to you if you think its interesting enough to continue. Lets say 5 positive reviews and we will see where this story takes us?

Set in the Hobbit: There and Back Again. I will try and make it as in Cannon as possible (love the book, shouldn't be too hard right?), maybe a dash of the movie for the sake of describing everyone and such.

I don't own any of the book characters, movie characters except the main one in this story. The rest belong to Tolkien and Jackson. Rated M for violence, language, and whatever else. Main character not a Mary-Sue, different pairings (if you decide this story makes it that far ^_^).

Alright, I think that is enough...enjoy!

Bored.

So bored. Need something exciting...or I'm going to die from the boredom. Argh, just because I'm stuck in this place doesn't mean I have to be sooo bored!

~Than stop your complaining and fucking do something about it! Or shut the hell up!~

The dark voice yelled in my head, making it throb. I knew I shouldn't complain too loudly or suffer his hurtful words. But my active mind kept droning on annoying him.

~For fuck sake! Shut the hell up you piece of shit!~

Pain ripped through my head, making me lose my balance and I swayed hitting the wall clutching my temples. I pleaded and begged him to stop, saying that I would be a good girl and stay quite. After what felt like a lifetime the pain faded and all was quiet again in my mind and tiny room.

Using the wall I had fallen on for support, I pulled myself back to a standing position, breathing heavily. Calming my breathing I walked out of the tiny white room and into the pale hallways making my way to the yard. The warm summer wind dried the few unwanted tears to my tanned cheeks. Settling on the soft green grass I watched the clouds move in the azure sky, and I wished to become like them and free of this place.

~You will always be trapped here.~

He laughed at me making my eyes water once again at his words. Before I could dwell more on his hurtful yet true words a voice called out to me, "Nineteen! You need to come in now." I turned my head lazily toward the woman's voice, I recognized her as Janice, in her crisp white uniform that hugged her body showing off her assets. How I hated her, not that she was mean to me, no it was because she was so fake.

Always smiling, always a light piercing giggle which made her seem vapid. I snorted at her in response not moving from my warm spot in the sun. "Come on now Nineteen. Its time for lunch" her face scrunched in a forced smile, pulling her skin around her eyes making it wrinkle and look older. Without a word I got to my feet and moved past her, back into the tall grey dismal building.

I made my way to the cafeteria, where the others were all gathered and already eating their meals. Some were muttering and yelling to each other, some to no one. I could feel the madness just by listening to the prattle. Before the madness would surely take me, Janice appeared at my side and steered me to the buffet line so I could pick out what I had wanted to eat.

Once my tray was full, she led me to an empty spot at one of the long tables that filled the room pushing me down into it. I glared up at her a sneer on my face, she was unaffected by the gesture; instead she handed me a small paper cup with two blue pills in them and a larger paper cup of water to wash it down with. "Here you go Nineteen, your daily dose" She giggled, making my skin crawl at the sound, I took the items and shoved the pills in my mouth and swallowed.

~You know those won't get rid of me.~

He told me in almost a sing song voice in his amusement. I stuck out my tongue at Janice showing her that I took my pills. She smiled and left me to my pitiful lunch not even worth mentioning. After my meal I watched the others go about their afternoon in the common room.

There were small round tables full of puzzle pieces that don't fit together, others had books on them that were ripped and graffiti-ed in. The occupants in the room took no notice of these things today, opting for staring at the walls in silence , or pacing with their hands together fidgeting.

~You will be like them one day. You have already started.~

Not being able to take anymore of both his words and the sad display in front of me, I fled the common area in search of Joseph, the boiler man. The only sane one in this Asylum, my only solace.

Finally reaching my destination below the floors I found the room I desperately wanted to be in. I stood in the doorway happy to see Joseph sitting in front of the old boiler at a rickety old wooden table, playing cards spread out before him. Noticing me in his door frame his black face stretched into a genuine smile at me, his white hair fro-ing about his face making me chuckle inside. "Ah Nineteen, you are just in time for a round of cards" he gestured for me to join him at the small table, occupying the only other seat, my seat. Smiling from ear to ear myself as I settled in.

~He doesn't really like you, you have to realize, he's too nice to tell you to leave him alone like you know he wants.~

Shut up. You don't know that.

~Oh but I do, no one will ever want you. You are just a burden on everyone.~

I shook my head and the thoughts with them, Joseph liked me I knew or he would tell me to leave. Gathering my cards dealt to me, I looked warily over them and studied the man before me.

He was getting older, his hair had long turned white contrasting heavily with his dark black skin, his brown eyes however shown with mischief still and understanding. He was like a grandfather to me, he would tell me if he wanted me to leave. I have come down here for three years now and not once has he turned me away. I lowered my eyes and studied my cards instead. "And how are you my dear?" he asked me in his gravelly voice, I nodded at him with a sly smile. He laughed and discarded two of the cards in his hand, picking up two more. He made easy conversation at me, answering his own questions or me nodding to him, he knew I would never reply with words.

He continued to talk about his children and grandchildren hoping to one day visit them. Then switching to fantasy and fairy tales making me feel like a little girl again, without a care in the world while we played on. Neither of us noticing that the old boiler was growing hotter and bulging.

Joseph told a joke and he gave a throaty laugh making my heart swell with joy and my shoulders shake with unvoiced mirth. That is when we heard it, the hissing of steam. That is when we noticed it, the boiler was bulging like a balloon that was getting too big, making the room swelter with heat.

~You should duck.~

Without another thought I lunged across the table at Joseph grabbing his shirt, spinning us around so my back was turned to the expanding boiler. Gravity was pulling us down just as I heard the explosion.

I felt excruciating pain, then all was black.