I do not own The Hobbit. I only own Tiffani.

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"Another boring day, another movie marathon Sunday," Tiffani muttered while spinning around in her computer chair at home. She was once again binge watching the Lord of the Rings movies and wondering why her hair wasn't as cooperative as an elf's hair. She sighed at the wavy locks, which went to the middle of her back.

"Tiffani, I need your help," Cole, her older brother, shouted from outside her room.

"Do I get candy if I help?" she shouted back.

"You're 24 years old, you don't get candy as a reward," Cole yelled back exasperated with his goofy sister.

"Then I'm not helping," she sing-song back with a smirk on her face as she quit spinning. She knew her brother would cave, in 5, 4, 3.

"Fine, I'll buy you some candy, now get out here and put on your boots," Cole caved before walking away from her room to go back outside. He glared at all of the snow surrounding him outside.

"Sweet, more candy for me," Tiffani cheered as she raced around her room to get ready to go outside and help her brother. She had a feeling that he wanted help with some of his hunting setups in the woods. The snow had probably messed up some of them. She grabbed a pair of jeans, her boots, a long sleeve shirt, a sweater, and a thick coat. "I hate the cold," she grumbled and kept repeating she would get candy as she marched outside.

Cole was already standing at the edge of the woods around their property with an impatient look on his face. He waved her over when she just glared at the snow. "Hurry up, all right, you'll be checking the tree stand and screen at this part of the property and I'll check these two," he told her and almost wanted to laugh evilly at the look she was giving him.

"You want me to go to the farthest ones on the property you have? We have 22 acres of property you jerk, and don't forget all those sweet coyotes. I'm taking a gun," Tiffani snapped and resisted the urge to punch her brother in the nose.

"No guns, you know mom hates for you to use one," Cole said seriously.

"That hasn't stopped me before," Tiffani said slowly as if she was talking to a two year old.

"Just use this," he said and handed her a machete, which made him regret it when he saw her gleeful look.

"Best brother ever, you give me machetes and candy," Tiffani cheered before she took off running into the woods to find the trails that led around the property. She laughed when she heard her brother yell at her to be careful and watch for coyotes and their tracks.

"You watch out for squirrels," Tiffani shouted back before she was out of earshot.

She raced through the woods with a smile on her face. She knew these woods almost better than her brother since she came out here exploring more than he did just hunting. She even helped him pick out his hunting locations. She smiled when she jumped over some deer tracks before she reached one of the blinds. Thankfully, it wasn't that damaged but she did have to fix it up a little bit. The tricky part would be checking the tree stand. She kept her eyes and ears open as she ran down the longer trail to get to the tree stand, which was thankfully still in the tree when she was able to see it.

"I hate tree stands," she muttered as she started climbing the tree. The wind started to pick up the higher she climbed, which made her a little nervous when the tree started to sway. "Not helping," she grumbled before finally reaching the stand. For the next ten minutes, she made sure that the stand was all right but a loud growl from below stopped her every move. She looked down and gasped at the sight of the largest creature she had ever seen. It looked like some type of wolf but it was giant and slightly a different appearance than a normal wolf, or even wolf she had ever heard about in the states.

"I hope to god that there aren't any more of you walking around here," she whispered as she slowly withdrew the machete from its sheath. "Not excited about this, but you cannot be allowed to run around here and kill all of the wildlife here," she thought and prayed that this stupid idea would not be her last one. "Cole will kill me, but this thing could attack the house and kill everyone if I don't do something. Now if only dumb-dumb had let me bring my gun," she thought as her eyes narrowed on the exact spot she would need to slice on the beast.

"Here goes nothing," she thought and took a calming breath before jumping off the tree stand with the machete raised above head. The creature below her howled in pain as the blade first entered the back of its neck, before the force of her jump and gravity caused the blade to go all the way through the creature's neck, decapitating it.

Tiffani expected to land on the ground after cutting off the creature's head, but she kept falling. Everything became white around her as she fell faster before landing on something hard and black. She shouted as her head hit the surface and spots appeared in her vision before it went totally black.

"Miss, Miss, are you all right?" a male voice questioned slightly frantic. "Miss, are you all right?" the voice shouted now, which made Tiffani grumble as the voice echoed in her skull.

"I'm fine, just hit my head," Tiffani muttered as she pushed herself up and froze when she opened her eyes.

All around her were green knolls with houses built inside them, people with large feet were running around joyfully, and one of those people was standing in front of her looking ready to call an ambulance. However, at the sight of the place, she doubted that an ambulance would come barreling over the little knolls onto dirt paths, only big enough for a horse.

"Excuse me, but where am I?" Tiffani questioned while looking at the man in front of her some more, for some reason he seemed familiar.

"Oh you're in the Shire. I'm Bilbo Baggins, at your service," the man said politely and a little relieved that she wasn't unconscious anymore. He was confused by her appearance because he was not used to seeing women in men's clothing.

"Awesome," Tiffani said before she promptly passed out and the last thing she heard was Bilbo shout in worry.