Author's Note: Ok people, so I have had a friend message me—huntressofartemis101—thank you by the way—and basically I'm going to start over. The story is still the same plot but it will be way more interesting, not as dry. I'll be going through and rewriting my chapters (going with original ideas for some characters and shipping), so look for updates over the next week or so, and hopefully my story will get a bigger response than it has already. Thank you to those who have favorite/followed/read my story as is—it makes me glad to know you like the story plot I came up with. With out further ado, here is the update of chapter one—enjoy!

*Disclaimer: I do not own The Hobbit characters, those rights go to J.R.R. Tolkien. Nor do I own the bits of script from the movie I incorporate, those rights go to Sir Peter Jackson. I only own my OCs.

Kyra

Kyra. A feminine voice called out softly in the night. Kyra, it whispered again. The young woman grumbled in her sleep and turned over in her large bed. Kyra, they are coming. They will need your help. The voice was soft and gentle; it was definitely a feminine voice. It sounded almost familiar to her. Kyra, the woman began again, Kyra he will need your love to survive and only you can save him. Kyra woke with a start. The brunette could not get the melodic voice out of her head and she couldn't understand what it was trying to warn her of. Who was coming?Why would they need my help? Love?Ha! Love is for the weak mindedor so she had been told many a time by her father—and she was far too mature to believe in such fairytale nonsense. What did "love" ever get me but a jerk of a boyfriend, who I caught in MY bed with another woman!? She yawned and rolled onto her other side to stare at her end table. Wiping the sleep from her eyes, she looked at the clock. It read 5:30am.

"Seriously!?" she growled. She had just gotten home a little over two hours ago from her job as bartender at a nightclub and she could not believe she was wide awake now. With a groan, she fell back on to her pillows. Just try to go back to sleep. You don't work for the next three days, so enjoy what sleep you can get, she thought to herself. But sleep eluded her and she was forced to just lay there until the sun rose above the horizon. She laid there thinking over her dream. That voice was so familiar. Maybe I should have Sara check my head for any signs ofwell I don't know exactly what. She's the nurse, not me.No longer able to just lay there, Kyra begrudgingly got out of bed and shuffled her way down the hall to the kitchen-dining area. She faltered her steps when she heard the light laughter of her two roommates, Sara and Emma. Figures they would be back from their morning run.She turned the corner to the kitchen and could see the two women were making breakfast and talking animately to one another.How the hell can they be so perky in the morning? Oh yeah! They have normal day time jobs while you're stuck as a bartender in a dead end jobI need coffee.

"Morning sunshine!" Sara energetically and loudly called out to her. Kyra put a hand to silence her friend and grunted back in greeting, as headed straight toward her coffee mug, pouring herself a large cup full.

"Good morning Kyra," Emma chimed in, much quieter than Sara had. "How did you sleep? I thought you were going to sleep in today?"

"I was," Kyra grumbled, "but apparently my mind had other plans." Yep. Definitely need coffee.

Emma and Sara snickered at that. Sara shook her head and handed Kyra a plate of pancakes with eggs and bacon. Kyra thanked her and sat down next to Emma at the dining table. Emma smirked at her.

"Don't overexert yourself, Kyra," Emma said with a laugh, "wouldn't want you to get exhausted lifting your cup of coffee and eating your food, now would we?"

She looked at Emma with a scowl and proceeded to show her a rude hand gesture.

"My, my," Emma cooed, "someone certainly woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning."

"Unlike SOME people, I work nights, so forgive me for not being too chipper in the morning," she grumbled.

"Aw, poor baby," Sara butted in, "whatever shall we do with you? Do we need to tickle you to make you more awake?" An evil grin grew on Sara and Emma's face. Kyra looked at them with wide eyes.

"Don't. You. Dare!"

"Get her!"

Sara and Emma tackled her to the ground and proceeded to poke and prod her sides, until she was gasping for breath.

"Alright!" she yelled out through her laughter, "Alright! I'll cheer up! Please stop!"

Sara backed off and helped Kyra back up, then helped Emma—who was still giggling like mad—and they sat down to finish eating. I'm lucky to have two best friends in my life!Kyra thought with a smile. Today's going to be a great day. Stupid dreams won't get me down.

Sara

Sara busied herself with cleaning up the breakfast food and clearing away the dishes. She stood before the sink, drying off pots and pans and took a moment to observe two friends for a while. She always thought the two of them could be sisters. They are complete opposites in looks—Kyra had long light brown hair and blue eyes, while Emma had golden hair and blue/green eyes—but they behaved like long lost sisters. The way they spoke to each other and teased one another would give that impression to anyone. She loved her roommates. She had always seen them as her little sisters and loved having someone to look after again. Sara had been the eldest of five children growing up and after her siblings left the house to live their lives, she had felt a little useless. She had been the one to practically raise all of her siblings, while her parents were off on trips or vacations, oh the joys of coming from wealth. She was grateful for her upbringing, but her parents never thought she did enough with her life. She never dated the right guy, she didn't go on to become a doctor, and her mother told her she looked too much like her grandmother—her mother never did like her mother-in-law—Sara had tan skin, black raven hair, but she had her father's dark green eyes. All of her other siblings had blond or light brown hair and blue or brown eyes. Not her, she was the spitting image of her Grandma Walker. She eventually got over her parents prejudices against her and moved out as soon as she could. She went to nursing school and worked at a prestige hospital. Now she was living with her two best friends and though they didn't always voice their annoyance with her—Kyra was usually the one to loudly protest being babied—they still allowed her that little reassurance that they were being taken care of. Sara was brought out of her reverie by Emma's voice.

"Sara?"

"Hmm?"

"Are you ok?"

"Yes Em, I'm great." In truth she was doing great, but she had had a strange dream that night. She had heard a strange voice calling out to her and the voice she had heard kept telling her that someone would need her love in order to save him. What could that mean? How could love save someone? She was such a hopeless romantic. When she fell for someone, she fell hard. Her last boyfriend was sweet, but he wanted her for her family name and not for her. Sara shook her head and finished up wiping down the countertops and listened to the other girls' conversation.

Emma

"So what are you two up to today?" Kyra asked.

"Well," Sara proclaimed dramatically, "we were going to go down to the bookstore and get a few things, maybe do some clothes shopping, and then come back and have a Lord of the Rings/Hobbit movie marathon today."

"Sounds fun! Mind if I join you guys?"

"Of course!" Emma exclaimed. She loved hanging out with both of her roommates. It always fun and she loved spending time with the both of them.

The girls went to their rooms to get ready to go out. Emma was her in room mentally preparing herself for the day. She had had a hard time sleeping last night and she couldn't understand the meaning behind it. She had heard a woman talking to her in her dream and it unnerved her to no end. The women spoke about a man who would come into her life, who needed her love in order to change his fate. What did that mean? She wondered what could have brought that about in her dreams. She was absolutely terrified of men, well she did like to look at the attractive ones, but she had never been in any kind of relationship that wasn't familial.Love? I've read romance stories and fairytales, but I know those don't ever come true. She was a romantic at heart. She wanted to have a "handsome prince" come into her life and sweep her off her feet. She shuddered, "No, Emma," she scolded herself, "you're way too shy around men. Best stick to your books and art."

"Emma!" She heard the impatience in Kyra's tone. "I'm coming!" she yelled back. She checked herself in the mirror once more and grabbed her bag. The three left their apartment and headed out into the beautiful sunny day in Manhattan, unaware of what unexpected things would come into their lives.