Authors Note: Hello everybody. This idea popped into my head a while ago but I never really had any courage to put it up on FF because I'm pretty insecure about my writing, so yeah. I've planned like the major points for this story out but not the small little things which will probably come back to bite me in the ass later on but whatever. This is Chapter 1/Prologue of the story. This is my first Hobbit story and I've only seen the movies so I'm sort of basing my timeline with the movies timeline.
Summary: (AU where Tolkien never wrote the books and no movies were made) A girl falls into the world of Middle Earth, a place her mother would tell her stories of when she was younger. A place she never thought actually existed. There was no way she could actually be there. "I mean those stories; they were all just fairy tales, right?" "No, they weren't." Kili x OC
Now, I know there are quite a few stories in which a girl from "our" world falls into Middle Earth but I will try to make the storyline as unique and different as possible which with my character I think it will be. Now that's quite enough of my blabbering.
Disclaimer: Obviously I don't own The Hobbit, I only own my OC's and their storyline.
Prologue
The darkness was surrounding her, clawing at her feet and slowly slithering up her body. Her keen ears could hear a small whisper but she could see no one, it was almost as if the shadows were speaking to her.
"They're cominggg …" the voice said.
She began to panic as the shadows finally made their way to her upper body, lazily forming coils around her wrists and forearms. She struggled and began shaking her head, trying to push herself out of the dark restraints. Suddenly a coil wrapped around neck and her head was slammed into the wall. Small dots began dancing in her vision and every time she tried to move her head the coils got tighter.
"Who is coming?" she choked out, struggling against the restraints that were slowly but surely getting tighter. It felt like they were trying to squeeze the life out of her.
"The darkness is coming" it hissed violently and quite loudly into her ear.
She winced slightly before snorting and rolling her eyes. She hated vague answers, there was a reason she always stayed away from Gandalf and Galadriel. They never gave her a straight answer. The darkness was already here anyways.
Suddenly the darkness around her wrists uncoiled before snapping back again – hard. She gasped quietly and snapped aggressively at the darkness hoping her teeth would lock onto something.
"It is time to wake up wolfling" the voice said, though it was very quiet this time almost as if it was getting further away from her.
"You!" she shouted out. "Return here this instant! Tell me whose coming!"
The restraints around her wrists vanished and she slowly began regaining consciousness. Before fully coming out of dreamland she heard the voice whisper one more thing.
"Do not blame yourself for what you cannot control."
"Rosalia!"
The young girl shot up, knocking the person standing above her right in the nose and sending them sprawling onto the floor.
She rubbed her forehead lightly and turned to the blonde girl on the floor who was holding her nose and glaring at her, her light pink dress ruffled around her.
"Why'd you do that for!" she said angrily, her dark green eyes sparkling with annoyance.
"You were the one standing above me Mariela!" Rosalia said rolling her eyes. She ran her hand over her neck and arms subconsciously checking for marks the coils left.
Mariela raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow. "Are you feeling well?"
Rosalia nodded and pulled herself out of bed her soft blue nightgown dancing around her calves. She shivered as she padded lightly across the stone room, wishing that she had put a rug on the cold underground floor.
"Now, what was so important that you had to wake me for?" she said sitting down in the small chair in front of a small mahogany desk with a large mirror on it. She reached for the small brush and began pulling it through her hair, growling in annoyance at the large knots it had made during her sleep.
Rosalia glanced up and saw Mariela looking at her oddly in the mirror; she glared at her and continued brushing her hair.
"Well, it is almost noon and no respectable young Lady especially one like yourself should be sleeping in this late." Mariela said walking closer towards Rosalia until she was practically leaning over her shoulder. "It's not like you should be that tired since you were in the castle all evening."
Rosalia shrugged out of her seat and walked over to her wardrobe. She began rifling through the different assortment of clothes and finally pulled out a pair of dark brown leather trousers, a black linen long sleeve shirt and a black bodice. She padded over to the large and heavy wooden door, shoving her feet into her mid-calf length riding boots and pulling her cloak on.
"Of course I was in the castle all evening, where would I have gone?" she said fixing the large, fur lined cloak.
Mariela snorted and walked to the door pulling it open and gesturing to Rosalia.
"It would be wise for us to leave now; your father will not be pleased if he notices that you've been sleeping all this time and not attending to your duties."
Rosalia walked out of the room into the dark stone corridors, nodding at the bowing guards and making her way to the dining hall for lunch.
They're here..
Rosalia looked around quickly, trying to find who had spoken. The servants and guards in the dining hall looked at her oddly and she gave them a deathly glare sending them back to what they were doing.
"Mariela?" she asked.
"Yes Rosalia?"
"Did you.. Did you hear that?" she murmured to her friend, her eyes wary.
"Hear what?"
Rosalia didn't have time to answer because a large boom sounded throughout the inner part of the castle.. then the screaming started. Loud cries of pain and terror echoed in her ears, she and a few others could hear them better than most and it was not pleasant. A small wiry young man by the name of Coble burst through the doors to the dining hall and ran up to Rosalia panting heavily.
"My Lady! An army of Orcs have infiltrated the outermost wall. Your father has ordered the family to stay inside the last wall and not to leave for any reason!"
Rosalia gave the man an incredulous look and ground out through clenched teeth. "Collin, if you think that I will lock myself inside the castle walls and just let my people get slaughtered by that pack of scum then you are very, very wrong."
Mariela glanced over at Collin smirking at seeing the young man shake under the royal's gaze. Rosalia wasn't actually very intimidating. The 17 year old was quite small, standing at a little over five foot three with a petite frame. You could definitely see that she was female from the ample swell of her breasts and the shapely form she had tricking many people into thinking that she was just some pretty, submissive thing... and she was far from that. Her father called her Spitfire from a young age and the people in Cait quickly caught on to why the King had given his youngest child that name.
"No! I will not do anymore knitting I swear on Mahal if I knit anymore my hands will fall off! Why can I not do something productive with my time instead of sitting here crafting these things that will not protect the kingdom should something happen!" the young girl shouted at the maids.
"Your sisters had to do this and so will you." One of the maids said scolding the child.
"No! I want to go out with my brothers and train. I'm better at throwing a knife then I am at knitting so why should I do something I am not good at." She said throwing the half made scarf to the ground and stomping out of the room.
Mariela remembered that day quite well. The little royal got passed the guards of the inner wall and made her way into the large town playing with the people's children and the people in general. The girl never really had any respect for the societal norm, she stayed with whomever she wished to stay with and may Mahal help whoever tried to take her away.
Mariela came out of her reverie when she heard Rosalia huff at something the boy had said and stomped away. The blonde quickly ran after the short teen wondering how she could walk quicker than her when she had shorter legs. After following Rosalia around for a bit Mariela's thoughts began to wonder as she observed the torch lit stone halls. As a child she didn't understand why the Royals had built half the palace inside of the mountains, though as she got older she began to see the tactical and defensive advantages the placement of the castle had. Not to mention the enormous stone wall only a five minute walk from the castle. There were two other walls like that, the first and outermost one that separated the farmers houses and poorest villagers from the outside, the second one that separated the farm lands from the village and shops and finally the last and largest one that separated the castle from the rest of the city.
As she followed the brunette Mariela found that the girl was leading them to the upper levels of the castle, near the outside. She felt the cold air of the Misty Mountains pick at her skin and she glanced back at Rosalia seeing the girl slip inside the secondary and less used armoury before popping her head out again and motioning her to come.
Rosalia slinked back into the armoury and began searching through the chainmail for something that would fit her friend who she heard walking towards her.
"What are you doing?" the blonde asked her jade green eyes glancing to the chainmail and back to her.
"Finding something to protect you." she answered stiffly throwing the chainmail on the ground before grabbing a new one and examining it.
Mariela snorted loudly and Rosalia glared at her.
"What may I ask is so amusing?" she spat out angrily, not appreciating the blondes humour at a time like this.
Mariela looked at her with knowing eyes and shook her head. "If you think that you are the only one to have armour made for you secretly then you are wrong, and you mustn't know me as well as you think you do."
Rosalia closed her eyes and chuckled lightly. "Of course you do. Well go on, get ready. Meet me in the courtyard in 5 minutes."
Rosalia snickered at how quickly Mariela shot off and began running to her own room knowing full well that no matter how slow they went the girls would still get to their rendezvous point with time to spare.
As she passed by one of the large windows on her way to her room she heard screams and the painful howls of the orcs and goblins being ripped to shreds. She smirked devilishly and began sprinting to her room her hands itching to rip some orcs lungs out of their chest.
Mariela burst out into courtyard pushing through the people who had come in through the last wall for protection. She got a glimpse of chocolate brown hair and blazing ice blue eyes before a large rumble shook the grounds and in the distance she could hear the garbled tone of goblins, the heavy breathing of orcs and the large footsteps of the skin eaters. She glanced around to see where they were coming from only to see the large door separating their kingdom from the pathway to Moria crumbling with a gaping hole in the center. Small devilish little creatures began hopping through grinning with glee at the sounds of the townspeople screaming.
Rosalia looked at the opening with horror paling as more and more evil, loathsome little cockroaches entered. She quickly found Mariela and pulled her along to the rapidly closing gate to the Market district. Rosalia slammed against the gate as it finally shut and rammed her fists against it making them raw and bloody, she could feel the skin peeling and the blood rushing out but she didn't care, the pains was the least of her worries. Suddenly two strong arms wrapped around her middle pulling her from it. She turned on her captor and was about to knock them out before she realised that it was her father.
His black hair was tousled and his ice blue eyes were hard like steel. He had his battle armour on, the only piece remaining from his royal attire was his crown which like his face and hands was covered in blood. She could feel the large ring bearing their families crest pushing into her side as he struggled to calm her.
"Rosalia! You get yourself into that castle this instant and you shut those doors." He shouted at her, the pounding and pleading of the terrified villagers on the steel gate behind them making it very difficult for Rosalia to concentrate on anything else.
Blood chilling screams broke through the air, and the gleeful squeals of skin eaters could be heard behind the gate. After a symphony of cracking bones, dying screams and the loud munching of the skin eaters the pounding on the gate died down and Rosalia's resolve shattered.
Tears welled in her eyes and one slowly made its way down her face, making way for all the others before she could stop them. She sank to the ground and the arms around her middle let go. Loathing and disgust hit her like a wave and she gagged as the stench of blood and saliva hit her.
She couldn't save them, and she didn't know if anyone she knew was stuck behind these doors being slaughtered like cattle.
She could vaguely hear Mariela saying something to her but it sounded like she was so far away. She came back to her senses as her father commanded the guards at the gate to bring her into the castle and to make sure she didn't leave.
Once again she felt arms grab her but now two large guards were holding her arms, practically dragging her limp form through the courtyard. Halfway through the courtyard she let out a horrendous screech and pulled against the guards trying to get back to the door. She knocked one in the nose and he fell to the ground giving her the opportunity to slip out of the other guards' hands and sprint towards the wall.
She vaulted onto the wall hauling herself up the large structure, making holes for her hands and feet when needed. She could hear her father screaming at her to get down but she didn't pay him any attention instead she picked up her pace and soon enough she pulled herself over the top of the wall and onto the narrow walkways there.
Her hands and feet ached; she knew that the muscles in her arms and back would surely hurt for a while. She took a deep breath and immediately regretted it.
Smoke filled her lungs and she began coughing violently. Her eyes watered as she regained the ability to breathe and nothing could have prepared her for what she saw.
They're here.
The houses and shops in the Market district were set ablaze and there were skin eaters and orcs among other horrible things chasing the survivors around. She glanced down sharply as she heard a shrill scream. A skin eater had a small child in their grasp, a sick menacing smile marring its grotesque, stony face. The child who only looked to be about 9 years old squirmed and the giant squeezed it warningly before opening its large jaw and bringing the child closer to its wickedly sharp teeth.
Rosalia didn't even have time to get down to the street level before all that remained of the child was its upper body, their legs and torso gone in one bite. Bitten off. Rosalia looked at the child's glazed eyes and found them looking straight at her with a terrified and pleading gaze. Pleading for their life, begging her to help them, to do anything.. but she didn't. She could have gotten to the child in time but her limbs weren't moving and her abnormally hot blood ran cold.
Suddenly something hit her in the back of the head and her vision was replaced with blackness.
She could feel herself being placed down on some sort of table and hear voices around her talking quickly, almost as if they were panicked.
The sounds of swords clashing reached her ears and the voices got quicker and louder. A small blue light was lit and began moving back and forth in front of her.
"We must hurry.."
"There is no time.."
"Coming! .. hurry.. seal.."
"We will be back."
The light flashed intensely for a few seconds and she fell back into unconsciousness.
Her eyes fluttered and she yawned loudly. She rolled onto her side and searched around in the bed for her phone.
"Stupid fucking phone, thinking it's funny to hide from me." She muttered, becoming more and more impatient.
Finally her hands grasped the frigid, cool object and pulled it out in front of her. She quickly glanced at her Tumblr, made sure she had no classes and checked the time.
10:45.
"Goddamnit, I slept in for almost half of the day again!" she sighed loudly, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.
She had nothing to do so she let herself fall back into the warm covers and fell asleep.
A loud ping drew her out of her sleep and she noticed that she had a text.
Nicholas:You still sleeping?
Rosa: Nawh, just got up. Everything ok?
Nicholas: Yeah, I just got a funny feeling. Wanted to check on you.
Rosa: I'm fine. Wanna get some breakfast, I have no classes today.
Nicholas: Yeah, in fact I'll pick some stuff up and come to your house.
Rosa thanked him and hopped out of bed. She rubbed her temples lightly as she began to feel the beginning of a massive headache and groaned. She thought back to the dream she had and glanced around the room warily, her slim fingers clutching the locket resting in between her breasts feeling as if someone was watching her.
She pulled on her favourite pair of short shorts and shrugged into a plain white tank top style crop top. As she walked out of the room she grabbed her denim button up and got into it before tying her hair up into a high ponytail.
She sat down at the island in her kitchen and glanced around as she waited for Nicholas to arrive. It had never occurred to her how big her apartment was, it was quite spacious and had more rooms than she needed. She only ever used two out of the four, and those two were her bedroom and the office area she studies in. It was a pretty high end apartment. It had the large kitchen, the spacious rooms, a large window that began at the ceiling and ended at the floor that gave her a breathtaking view of the bustling city of New York and the whole shebang.
"That's what you get when you inherit a shitton of money that your parents had." she thought to herself bitterly.
She briefly recalled a small yet very cozy two story building and silently climbing up the pipes to sneak into her room. She shook her head, trying to shake off the image.
Too many bad memories would come back if she started to reminisce.
Hello again! Well that was the first chapter of this story. I know the title isn't amazing but I'm working on it ok? Anyways I hope you liked the first chapter! I would really appreciate some constructive criticism and your opinion in general so please review or PM me. Don't worry I don't bite.. hard ;) WOW, it's late. It's like 1:30 AM where I am and I'm ready to pass out, so goodnight.
-TheNightGirl