HI EVERYONE! I am trying out a new idea concept Kili/OC because who could resist those adorable cheeks and eyes and lips and … okay sorry im shutting up :P But I thought it would be a fun idea to play with and hopefully write on because he is such a lovely, funny and genuine character. Hopefully this idea will turn into some of my work so please please REVIEW AND HELP ME make this into a proper fanfic story :) Much love my darlings :D !
Pleased to meet you, my name is Marcy Kellie Fiore pretty normal I'd say but a lot of people just tend to call me Marc (not like the guy name Mark but you pronounce the C more) or Mac or Marcy Kellie but that usually depends on how much trouble I am in. Sorry when I am nervous I start blabbering on about anything, you people want to know why on earth I am writing this.
Well I suppose my story – or well their story … but still mine in a way (do you see what I mean about the nervous blabbering!). OUR story, sorry, is a strange one full of creatures and things I never thought I would truly see in my life, I only read about thing like this before, I mean who HASN'T read Lord of the Rings and such, however I'm getting off topic (again sorry) this is our story, the version you haven't seen yet. I can now see why Bilbo doesn't let me write in his precious book, I may have to apologise to him later about it if my hand doesn't cramp up from writing, one thing I wish I had here was laptops… ANYWAY getting back to the story.
Here we go!
Running again to catch the infernal bus I yet again curse at myself, I knew I should have woken up five minutes earlier then maybe I wouldn't be late to work as I have to walk. Groaning as the bus turns the corner and I swear revs his engine as he goes faster, huffing I pull my coat closer around my body pulling the beanie hat on my head further down and stomp through the snow.
Slipping and sliding for around twenty minutes while freezing my butt off as well I see my work, the coffee shop (I know exciting but what else can a twenty year old girl do to get money to help her through University). Ahead I see an elderly man in a weird grey cloak, maybe he is Harry Potter fan – no judging here as I had done it only a few years ago in a red and black cloak – walking with a cane and slipping a bit. Hurrying forward I see him stumble; quickly running as safely as I could I reached his side.
"Excuse me Sir, are you alright? Do you need some help to get somewhere?" I ask while his piercing blue and grey eyes stare right into my own, I swear he can read my thoughts, freaky!
"Thank you my dear but I am fine." Worrying my lip between my teeth I give him an unsure smile.
"Are you sure, it wouldn't be a bother at all." He pulls his cloak closer to himself and twitches his quite large nose.
"You want to help someone you don't really know?" His deep voice asks, chuckling I give him a soft smile.
"Yes if that is hard to believe but if you don't want help at least let me call a taxi for you so you can get out of this freezing weather." His blinding smile surprised me, strange old man.
"I guess you'll do." Huh thanks mate! Trying not to frown I loop my arm so he could put his through mine; looping his arm through mine I feel a sudden sucking sensation through my whole body while all I can see is blackness. Freaking out A LOT let me just say! Holding onto the man's arm as tight as I could, I must be having a seizure or something, finding it hard to breathe I stumble to my knees and collapse on the surprisingly soft floor.
Honestly I feel like I am spinning crazily or maybe it is the floor? If the floor keeps moving I am going to hurl all over it, grumbling I cling to the floor and grip it tightly. Hearing a deep chuckle I open my eyes, being blinded by bright sunlight I stumble to my feet and rub my eyes. The poor old man must be so scared as anything by me passing out on him, opening my eyes all I can see is bright sunlight and luscious green rolling hills, confused I look around me and see a forest to one side and a worn path on the other side, this is definitely not London! Hearing another chuckle I spin round and see the old man.
He still looked old in a sense but instead of leaning over crookedly he stood proudly up straight, instead of the cane he was holding a staff made of light wood and a grey hat placed on his head. The only thing that hadn't changed was his grey robes and piercing blue/grey eyes. Feeling slightly like I had been hit with Déjà vu I now recognise him slightly, not knowing how I just glare instead, I do not like this one bit!
"Where on earth am I?!" I ask while looking around again, don't get me wrong it looked lovely and peaceful but this was not my home. Looking back at him I can feel my eyes narrow as he stands there with a satisfied smile on his face, I am so NOT happy! "Who on earth do you think you are? I am an innocent girl who would very much like to go back now please, ha ha you had your joke now back to London please." I snap my hands together and glare even more at him when he chuckles again. "This is not funny!" I growl out.
"Oh I am sorry Miss Fiore but you are quite amusing when you are angry." Spluttering with annoyance I started towards him until I realise he is even taller than he was before, I understand being five foot three inches is not exactly tall but still this guy has got to be over seven foot.
"How do you know my name?" I question becoming more and more bewildered and confused.
"I know many things about you Miss Fiore, including your name. To your other question, my name is Gandalf." I think the penny just dropped.
Looking properly at him I remember the name Gandalf somewhere, the books I loved as a kid, Lord of the Rings! Oh please tell me I have not been kidnapped by some fanatic; please please tell me that's not what has happened. Now I come to think of it he does look very similar to the Gandalf that Ian McKellen played in the films – eerily similar, I mean it's just too perfect. Maybe I am being Punked? I might as well play along, if I am getting filmed I don't want to seem like a spoil sport on TV.
"Okay Gandalf, where are we?" I wonder as I turn around again, if I am being Punked they must have taken me into the country somewhere and cleared away all the snow … doesn't seem likely, okay theory number two we are inside? Looking up I grimace as I look directly at the sun. Nope that is definitely the sun I think as I try to blink out the white circles in my vision.
"We are near the Shire at the moment." Confused I look up at him, does he Worcestershire? Then remembering the Lord of the Rings the Hobbits come from the 'Shire', nearly hitting my head in stupidity I try and catch the guy out.
"Okay what county are we near? I grin up at him in accomplishment when his thick eyebrows draw together in a furrow as he thinks.
"What is a county?" Bugger this guy is good okay change of pace.
"Never mind, what century are we win?" I look up at him and see those thick eyebrows wiggle back to their original places and see that satisfied smile appear back on his lips.
"You are in the Third Age the year is 2941." Huh okay he got me there! Biting my lip I look up at the man, this is seriously messed up, perhaps I am dreaming? Pinching my arm so hard I yelp at the pain I look up and still see the same place. Frowning at the man I cross my arms, perhaps I fell and banged my head and I am now in a coma and this is what my consciousness has decided to put me in? "My dear are you okay?" Jumping slightly at his voice I smile sheepishly up at him.
"I am having a hard time believing I am in actual Middle Earth so you'll have to forgive me 'Gandalf', if that is your name, if I do not play along." With that statement I glare at him again, perhaps it's taking effect because he let out a long breath while shaking his head, walking forward he gestured for me to walk with him. Seeing no one else around I decide to follow, maybe the guy will snap out of the act and tell me where I actually am.
"If I may ask Miss Fiore, if say you were in Middle Earth why would you want to go back to England?" Those piercing eyes were back on my face, frowning I shrug.
"It is home I suppose; I have a job and University. I need to finish my degree and become a teacher, plus I really want to travel all around the world." Smiling at those thoughts he gives me a small smile back.
"You want adventure?" I nod enthusiastically, at least someone gets me! "What about your family? I didn't hear you mention them or your friends." My smile dropped as soon as his question was asked.
"My mom and dad are both dead, died two years ago from a car accident and I do not have any other family members that I know about, not too many friends either I guess you could call me a loner I prefer the company of my books." I swallow hard trying not to let my voice crack, thinking back to my lovely mom and strong father I can feel my eyes fill with tears, two years and I still miss them. Always would.
"I am sorry to hear you have gone through the sorrow of losing your family, but if you have no one to go back to apart from a job and education why would you not want to stay in Middle Earth? You could have adventures here." His charismatic voice makes me laugh slightly.
"You know I used to dream of coming to Middle Earth, becoming a strong independent warrior who didn't take any crap off any one and would adventure from the Grey Havens to Mordor and help each character in my own way. But 'Gandalf' we both know that cannot happen as it is only in literature, Middle Earth is not an actual place." His condescending smile made me annoyed once more. "Why am I at this place, wherever this place is? And why will you not tell me who you are? Who you really are? What is your real name?" I question him while still walking goodness knows where.
"So many questions so little time." Sighing he glances at me through those bushy eyebrows before looking across the fields then coming to a sudden stop by a pond, I quickly skip out the way before I walk into the back of him.
"Gandalf?" I worriedly look at him, has the guy suddenly cracked?
"I understand that you are confused by where you are and I can understand why you do not believe you are in Middle Earth but I and a few other individuals need you to believe and understand that this is actually happening. Miss Marcy you are no longer from the realm you believe you are from, you are in Middle Earth and right now we are going to go visit Bilbo Baggins who I need you to help me convince to go on a quest." He takes a deep breath after that long speech. Bemused I shake my head.
"Gandalf how on earth did I come to be in Middle Earth if that is the truth?" He smiles and places a hand on my shoulder in a grandfatherly way.
"I brought you here; I need someone who is selfless. I felt your aura and saw how lonely and sad you were in that place and how ready you were to leave, I am a Wizard you know I do have some powers. You deserve a new start in life Miss Marcy, if you do not believe me then go through with this and keep believing you'll wake up but I assure you, you won't wake up. This is real. Don't believe me go look in the pond and see how you have changed yourself." I can feel my mouth slightly open from his speech, quickly shutting it before I look like a fool, running through what he just said I can hardly believe most of it. Surely I cannot really be in Middle Earth?
Walking towards the pond I can't help but gasp at the figure that is reflected back. I can assure you that it is not me. Looking closely I see blonde hair tumbling down to her waist, largish ears poking slightly out of all the curls, startling blue eyes layered with dark eyelashes. However most noticeable was the shortness this reflection could be much more than four foot and a half, if that! Leaning further out I see the reflection frown as I myself did, pulling a funny face I see it do the same. Confused I look at myself and run my fingers through the silky blonde curls, feel my nose and big ears. Gulping I look further down at myself and see the brown breeches/trousers tucked into brown boots with a dark purple top as well as a comfy and warm grey coat. Looking back up at Gandalf for confirmation he nods. That mysterious being … it's me!
"Gandalf, what am I?" I ask while trembling.
"You're a dwarf my dear, I'd say around 80 years old if anyone asks." He answers with a soft smile before coming to stand beside me.
"What am I wearing?!" He laughs and hugs my shoulders gently.
"You are wearing travelling clothes my dear, like I said I need your help and with my help you get your dream. To travel and have adventure!" He grins down at me and gestures with his arm for me to walk with him again.
"Why me Gandalf?" I look up at him as I walk and try not to stumble now I see that my feet are much bigger than they used to be.
"I told you before Miss Marcy, you were lonely and ready for adventure. You were always meant for this life." His beard twitches when he speaks making me smile slightly. Looking ahead I breathe out slowly and rub my eyes, giving myself a little shake. If I am to believe that this has really happened I am going to live it to the fullest, if it is a joke then at least I can then keep these quite nice pair of boots.
"So we are going to go see a man called Bilbo Baggins?" I wonder as we carry on down the road.
"Not a man, but a Hobbit and yes will you help me convince him?" He questions me as we climb over a fence, how on earth he did it I will never know, that man has some serious skills!
"Suppose I can, what do you need me to do?" I pick a daffodil looking flower up and smell it, smiling that it kind of smells like butter I slip it into my hair.
"Just be your charming self, now I must warn you later before we get to Mister Baggin's, he will not want to join this quest but I have told the others that we are to meet at his hobbit hole and I cannot stop them now so we must carry on as planned, I will bring you some provisions when I leave you at Mister Baggin's and return just keep him busy okay?" Laughing slightly at his explanation I shake my head.
"You are very sneaky Gandalf but I will comply, when you say others who are they? And you are leaving me with him for how long?" I probe as we come up to a slightly hilly area.
"Thirteen dwarves are going to be coming; I will only leave you for a slight moment in time I shall be back when it is night so do not worry." He replies while smiling at some small children. Feeling like my eyes were turning bigger and bigger at every person I see I glance up at Gandalf and see I amuse him, turning back to the 'people' I can only stare. They are even smaller than me with round bodies and cheeky grinning faces as well as they are walking around with no shoes but on very hairy big feet. "These dear Marcy is what we call Hobbit's and they aren't very trusting of Big People such as me and men or strangers so do not be upset if they give you a wide berth." Nodding in a slight daze I can't help but giggle when I see some male hobbits bowing to me, I guess I could get used to men being gentlemen. Smiling at them as we pass I here whispers behind us of 'Gandalf' and 'Dwarf-woman' 'she-dwarf' and 'strangers in these parts' and also a few 'are there going to be fireworks!' Looking up at the Wizard I see a little glitter of mischief in his eyes.
"Fireworks?" I question as I see his grin widen.
"I am well known for my dragon fireworks around here." He responds as I chuckle.
"You are going to have to show me them very soon, I love fireworks!" I giggle as he shakes his head, we continue to chat about what kind of fireworks he does, I found out he does butterfly ones that do not burn if you catch them but instead just flutter on your hand how COOL is that!?
We walk up to a hobbit hole with a hobbit that was happily puffing away on a pipe dressed in a yellow waistcoat, white shirt and brown three-quarter length pants/breeches, he had a hope of light brown hair and a cute little button nose, smiling I see him puff out an impressive smoke ring which Gandalf managed to burst with a smoke butterfly which then fluttered into the hobbit's nose. Holding into the snort that wanted to escape me I bit down on my bottom lip as he looked look up so surprised that someone was there.
"Good Morning." He cheerfully stated though a twinge of confusion was in his voice, which was understandable I mean Gandalf is an imposing figure and we are both strangers to him.
Of course Gandalf, being Gandalf, can only answer in a mind confusing way: "What do you mean? Do you mean to wish me a good morning, or do you mean that it is a good morning whether I want it or not? Or, perhaps you mean to say that you feel good on this particular morning. Or are you simply stating that this is a morning to be good on?"
"All of them at once, I suppose." Again trying not to chuckle I grin at the bewildered hobbit, poor Bilbo. "Can I help you?" Yep he is definitely bewildered; no one can sound that confused and polite at the same time.
"That remains to be seen. I'm looking for someone to share in an adventure as well as someone who can help this lovely young lady with a place to sleep tonight." Gandalf mysteriously asks with his bushy eyebrows raising in question, seeing Bilbo's eyes on me I turn on my most innocent smile on, he cracks slightly and gives me a slight smile and nod's hid head and motions towards me to come through the gate, I gently squeeze Gandalf's hand in goodbye as I walk through the gate. Thanking Bilbo I stand behind him slightly as Gandalf works in magic.
"Of course the young miss can stay here tonight. However an adventure? Now, I don't imagine anyone west of Bree would have much interest in adventures. Nasty, disturbing, uncomfortable things. Make you late for dinner." Getting flustered he fiddles around with his mailbox, grabbing some mail and sorting it while not looking at Gandalf, perhaps he was trying to pretend he wasn't there and would disappear? Looking back up he can see Gandalf is still stood there, looking more and more flustered he started walking up the steps to a green door, quickly following behind him I have to come to a complete stop as he whirls round. "Good morning." How can this Hobbit be so polite?
Gandalf then boomed out which made me jump slightly: "To think that I should have lived to be good-morninged by Belladonna Took's son, as if I was selling buttons at the door." Chuckling slightly to myself at the affronted face Gandalf had put on, he was a very good actor.
"Beg your pardon?" Poor Bilbo looked how I did earlier.
"You've changed, and not entirely for the better, Bilbo Baggins." That was slightly harsh I felt.
"I'm sorry, do I know you?" Bilbo questions while looking the Wizard up and down.
"Well, you know my name, although you don't remember that I belong to it. I'm Gandalf." With that I can see Gandalf puff his chest out. "And Gandalf means … me." Well I feel that was very anti-climactic but looking at Bilbo I seem to be wrong as he seems very excited.
"Gandalf...not Gandalf, the wandering Wizard, who made such excellent fireworks! Old Took used to have them on Midsummer's Eve. Ha, ha! Well. Hmm, I had no idea you were still in business." He excitedly stated but I guess he realised he realised and stopped himself. Poor Gandalf looked absolutely annoyed.
"And where else should I be?" He glares up at the Hobbit, worrying my lip between my teeth; this discussion was not working in our favour exactly, so much for the Wizard being magic with words.
"Ha, Ha! Hm, hmm…" I see Bilbo waving his pipe around frantically at other holes before stuffing the tip back into his mouth.
"Well, I'm pleased to find your remember something about me, even if it's only my fireworks. Well that's decided. It will be very good for you, and most amusing for me. I shall inform the others." Gandalf concludes, I smile and walk up to the door while waving at Gandalf in farewell, I knew Bilbo was certainly not going to react to this news well.
"Inform the who? What? No. No. No! Wait. We do not want any adventures here, thank you. Not today, not-mm. I suggest you try over the Hill or across the Water. Good morning." He repeats himself in frustration before grabbing my hand and dragging me inside of his Hobbit hole and slamming the door shut. Amused I watch the poor Hobbit lean against the door in relief until we hear a scratching noise, seeing his stricken face I gather this is not a usual noise. We both look outside his one window by the door to see what the Wizard was doing now but before we saw what he was doing he appeared at the window and all you could see was his eye giving me and Bilbo I bad fright. Bilbo quickly jumps behind a wall to hide as I stare at Gandalf's eye and see him give me a quick wink before he leaves. Looking back out the window I see Gandalf hurrying away down the path and out of sight.
"It's okay Mister Baggins he has gone now. I am really sorry that he frightened you, are you okay?" I ask worriedly seeing him look a little pale. He waved my question away with his hand as he wiped his brow with a neatly sewn handkerchief.
"It's okay Miss, I'm sorry you had to see that. Now, what is your name?" Smiling I hold out my hand for him to shake.
"I'm Marcy Fiore, it is a pleasure to meet you Mister Baggins, please call me Marcy or Marc none of this miss business. Thank you so much for letting me stay at your er Hobbit hole." I stumble at the end, I'm not sure if they call their hole a house or a Hobbit hole.
"Well Marcy it's lovely to meet you also, well to Bag End and please call me Bilbo, would you like something to eat? It has passed luncheon but it is close to Afternoon tea and I just made some lovely scones if you would like." He bustles around the Hobbit Hole as he leads me towards the kitchen.
"That sounds lovely Bilbo, thank you I have seemed to miss all meal times today." I state as I walk through his hole and look at all the decorations, it is quite cosy. Seeing him look up at me worriedly I raise my eyebrows in confusion. "What?" I asked amused.
"You've missed all meal times?" He sounds horrified.
"Yes, it's kind of a long story but I can tell it you if you would like?" He grins at me nodding, I chuckle at his enthusiasm.
"But first you need food!"
"Bilbo I think you and me are going to get on famously!" I laugh as he joins in chuckling as we sit at his small table as he runs around loading up the table with gorgeous food until I thought I was going to drool.
While eating I tell him of my mysterious journey so far, including where I am originally from. He seems to understand and squeezes my hand when I explain I have no one to return to back at home and state that I am welcome to stay here until I get money coming in to get my own cosy little Hobbit hole. Smiling I can't help but feel I am going to love it here.
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