Disclaimer: I don't own any familiar characters, and or anything pertaining to the world of the Hobbit. All, but my ocs, are owned by J.R.R Tolkien (who probably hates us for doing this to his work).

Chapter 1

Magdalen Kathan just wanted to be left alone. It was the third night she found herself locked away in her room, and Magdalen thought she had gotten her message across to her roommates. The banging on her bedroom door at 10 p.m. on a Saturday night, told her that her hermit habits had not gotten across to Emma and Felicity. Magdalen loved the two girls dearly they were her best friends. She remembers meeting them freshman year. Her roommate at the time Joanie the terror, as she had come to call her years later, had convinced her to tag along with a few other freshmen she had met throughout Welcome Week. A time in which every student in Avalon partied from dusk till dawn. Joanie, in all of her kindness, abandoned her at a house party on Oak Street. But if Joanie hadn't Magdalen wouldn't have stopped a tall brunette girl from fighting a six-foot-tall football player for harassing her friend, Felicity. From that moment on the three were inseparable. They were always there for her. But right now she didn't want them to be.

"Maggie come on!" Called Emma, banging on the door.

"Go to the bars with us tonight, you know you want to…" She sang the latest part, Magdalen could almost see Emma doing her little dance in her mind. Emma Smith was a bit of a wild child and wasn't afraid to let you know her opinion. Emma wildness was reflected in her looks. Her brown hair was thin and frizzy reaching her mid back. It highlighted her warm tanned skin and deep hazel eyes. She never really cared about her looks, often wearing leggings and her worn converse. She kept their lives interesting. Once Emma had climbed the roof of one of their friend's house after a few too many drinks and jumped off. Later calming that her spider senses were tingling. There was never a dull moment with Emma, that was for sure. Magdalen rolled over in her small bed, curling into the warmth of her quilt, creating a small cocoon around her body.

"Magdalen please come out of there, it's been three days we are just worried about you." Felicity's soft voice floated through the door. Felicity Robinson was the kindest soul she had ever meet. When she wasn't working on her school work keeping up on her almost perfect GPA, she spent her time volunteering at the food bank or working at her part-time job at the veterinarian's office. Not only was she sickeningly sweet, but she was also looked like a princess. Her raven hair was always perfect and framed her heart-shaped face. Her green eyes always made you feel comforted like you could say anything to her. And you could, Felicity could listen to the complaints of strangers with a grin on her face. But behind that sweet doe-eyed face, Felicity had a wicked sense of humor.

Felicity and Emma pressed their heads against the door listening for any signs that their friend was alive in her cave. Emma backed up with a huff, brushing her hair out of her face and crossing her arms over her chest. "I told you I think she's dead."

Felicity rolled her eyes at Emma's dramatics. "She is not dead, this isn't one your crime shows. I saw her dart from the kitchen with a bowl of popcorn and a glass of wine an hour ago."

Magdalen looked over her shoulder to see her emptied glass. She sighed pushing herself up, running her hands through her tangled hair. Man, when was the last time I brushed my hair. She thought to herself. Magdalen slumped out of her bed, her body popped as she stretched out. While retreating into herself, she had also forgone three days without going to the gym and her body hated her for it.

"That's where my Rosé has been going!" Emma exclaimed before Felicity pushed her. Felicity gave her a look that said "shut up already", to which Emma shrugged, leaning against the wall.

"Em, Maggie is obviously upset about something she can have as much wine as she wants," Felicity shouted the last part past her friend toward the door, in hopes Magdalen might hear the last part. Which she had

"She obviously upset about Jack, and whatever the jerk did this ti-" Felicity's fist collided with Emma's arm.

"Ow! Felicity that hurt." Emma and Felicity quickly forgot their friend and began to yell at one another. It wasn't often the two got into arguments, that was usually Magdalen and Emma's job. Felicity was the mediator, but without Maggie to call Emma on her bullshit Emma's ego went unchecked. In the midst of their yelling neither heard the soft squeak of the door behind them. Nor did they notice their dear Maggie wrapped in purple covers like an Eskimo watching their quarrel with smugness in her pale blue eyes.

Now, this is interesting. Magdalen thought to herself observing as Felicity wagged her finger in Emma's face using some less than ladylike words to describe Emma. To which Emma bit back with something Felicity did to her over a week ago. A part of Magdalen just wanted to tell why she wanted to be left alone. Another part of her wanted to retreat back into her room and watch reruns of Friends, and not speak on the subject. Something in her mind whispered they wouldn't understand her pain, while that may be true it didn't mean they wouldn't try and listen to her. Her feelings weren't something she could bottle up and throw away. As much as she wished she could.

"I didn't think Felicity knew that many curse words, this has to be some kind of record Em. Felicity what would your mother say," Maggie said as a tiny grin tugged at her lips causing her friends to stop, looking back at her.

Emma grinned showing off her brilliant white teeth, Felicity rushed over to Maggie wrapping around her like a boa constrictor. Maggie laughed patting Felicity's back, "Let go I can't breathe." Felicity gave her one last tight squeeze before backing away from her friend.

Emma leaned against the wall shaking her head "Dude you've ghosted us for the last three days, I thought you died and were haunting us from beyond the grave." Emma wiggled her ringed cover fingers. Magdalen rolled her eyes at Emma, always the drama queen.

Felicity shook her head, she couldn't hide the look of worry in her eyes. "Seriously Maggie, we've been worried about you." Felicity said, ever the mother hen.

Magdalen hummed leaning her head against the doorframe pulling the blankets closer to her body. "I've just had a lot on my mind lately, just dealing with some family stuff. I didn't mean to worry you guys."

Her friends shared a look. In the three years, they had known her, Magdalen had only mentioned her family a handful of times. Magdalen liked to keep it that way. "And I broke up with Jack." She tagged on quickly, wanting to stray from the subject of her family.

"Finally!" Emma exclaimed, Felicity, glaring at her. It hadn't been a secret that her roommates didn't like Jack or any of her other friends for that matter. They made that clear the second time they met him. Magdalen couldn't blame them looking back at it now. Jack wasn't the most charming guy, he was hard to get along with most of the time. But Magdalen had been so blinded by what she thought was love. She had never had a real boyfriend before Jack. Sure there were flings, meaningless kisses, and dates but nothing like Jack. She felt like a bad feminist when he swept her off her feet. Jack saw her, he listens or at least she thought he did. She had been alone for a long time, and in lonely times we sometimes expect even the littlest of attention. No one will love you, she had laugh out loud when he said that to her Monday night as she took her things from his apartment. She may have been alone but she was still loved. Magdalen certainly didn't need his love, not if he was going to treat like she didn't matter. Driving away from the Hannah Lane apartment's she felt nothing after their messy breakup. In fact, she felt a bit of light for the first time in a long time.

"What Emma means to say is that we're sorry, but you can do much better." Felicity interpreted, giving Magdalen a sympathetic look.

Magdalen sighed smiling at her friends, her hand mindlessly fiddling with the silver necklace that laid at her throat.

It was her nervous tic, "No you guys were right, Jack was a jerk. But he has nothing to do with this, I would never sulk over that dirtbag." Magdalen confessed, and it was true. Breaking up with Jack Hawthorne was the highlight of her week, it felt liberating knocking the pompous prick down a few pegs.

Emma reached out encircling Magdalen's wrists. "Maggie, come out with us tonight and we'll make you forget all about Voldemort." Emma's lovely nickname for Jack." And find you a hot prince charming." Emma winked shaking her black sparkly crop top in Magdalen's face. Magdalen laughed pushing her friend away playfully.

"Or," Felicity interrupted "we can stay in the apartment tonight, not go to the bar, and have a girl's night with Maggie."

"It's trivia night Felicity, we never miss trivia night at the bar," Emma said seriously making Maggie giggle. It was true the trio rarely missed a trivia night at The Chug, it was a tradition.

"I think I'm just going to stay in for tonight, catch up on some shows. Go on without me, seriously I'll be fine." Felicity didn't look like she believed her, Emma simply shrugged.

"It's trivia night, that cute bartender Clayton will be working," Emma said trying to entice Felicity who rolled her eyes. "Fine, but if you feel like joining us, or need us back here you call me Mags," Felicity told Magdalen, sternness ringing in her voice.

Emma wrapped her arms around Magdalen, whispering in her ear that she stunk and needed a bath, causing Magdalen to punch her jokingly. Felicity squeezed her tight repeating that she would sprint home the moment Magdalen needed anything. Maggie waved as Emma dragged Felicity down the streets of the apartment. The apartment fell silent and Magdalen sighed emerging from the hall into their small living space collapsing on their worn green couch, which Emma had found in her grandma's storage. She stared at the darkened T.V. unsure what to do. A familiar sadness washed over her, Magdalen tightened her grip on her blanket. Getting up to see what they had left in their fridge.

Their fridge was cover in pictures of the trio, flyers for basement concerts, scribbled notes reminding Emma to do something, and a puppy/kitten calendar. Her eyes settled on today's date April 7th. Six years. Her mind whispered. This time of year always was hard for her, no matter how much time passed. Magdalen's finger traced over her necklace and she sighed, it had been six years since her grandfather passed away.

Her grandfather was the most important person in her life. He had raised her and her older sister, Susan after her parents died. He was all she had ever known, her parents died in a boat accident when she was four. She didn't even remember them. But her grandfather made sure to keep their memory and the love for their daughters alive. He was a kind man and made sure they had everything they could ever need. For a simple farmer, he had left enough to put both Susan and her through their schooling with little help. Harri Kathan was loved by many, and feared by all. His kindness couldn't distract from his hulking appearance. Getting past faded war scars, and a scruffy beard there was a man who would do anything for neighbors. Losing him was the hardest day of her life. He and Susan were the only family she had left in this world. And a world without him seemed to be a cold one that she didn't want to live in. With each passing year, the world grew a bit dimmer.

They say time heals all wounds, but Magdalen didn't believe that. When April 7th came around it was like she was back in that hospital room, listening to his last breaths. Magdalen holding his hand tightly as she pleads with him not to leave them, Susan's tight grip on her shoulders telling her to let go that he was gone. It was all too much for her. Sometime Magdalen wondered if Susan felt the same way she did. If she mourned his passing as she did. Susan had always been far more mature than she was, an effect of being the older sibling Magdalen figured. While grandfather was a wonderful guardian and taught her a lot. He always seemed to have his head in the clouds. It was Susan that prepared Magdalen for the real world. She loved her sister dearly, but Susan was distant. Magdalen knew Susan felt the pain of their loss and had the weight of her younger sister on top of that. She heard it in her voice when she called. Susan worried for Magdalen, as she always had, asking why she never came to visit her. Magdalen always tried to reassure Susan that she was fine and was busy with school work, but it wasn't the truth. Susan was married to a wonderful guy, she was on her way to becoming a doctor. Susan had happiness in her life for the first time in a long time, Magdalen didn't want to intrude and bring along the pain of the past. Susan deserved happiness.

Tap Tap Tap. Magdalen snapped out her thoughts seeing the branch of a tree clicking against their living room window. Her stomach growled, it seemed her bowl of popcorn and glass of wine hadn't filled her up. She struggled for a second pulling at the fridge door which liked to stick, finally, it popped open revealing, much to her disappointment, an empty fridge.

There was nothing of substance other than an emptied bottle of wine and a few cans of Felicity's favorite soda. It was the end of the week and it was Magdalens turn to go grocery shopping tomorrow. Magdalen groaned, rubbing her face, something from the convenience store would have to do for now. Shuffling back to her room she found a pair of vans slipping them onto her feet. Magdalen stopped in front of her mirror, her shoulder-length blonde hair was frizzy and unkempt, tied into a loose knot at the base of her neck. Black smudges gathered in the valleys under her sharp eyes. She wore one of Jack's large shirts he had left at her apartment and some leggings. Magdalen sighed at her poor appearance, and how frighteningly pale her skin looked after three days locked away in her dark room. Susan would flip out if she saw her now. Magdalen wasn't meeting the Queen of England, she was slipping into the convenience store across the street for a bowl of instant made mac & cheese, nothing more. It was ten o'clock on a Friday night in Avalon anyway, everyone would either be heading to one of the parties on college row, which was on the other side of town or would already be at the bars by now. There was no chance she would run into anyone she knows. At least she hoped that was the case.

I hope you all enjoyed the first chapter! Reviews and constructive comments are definitely welcomed!

This is my first fanfiction, so I'm trying to fix things as I go.