So, my lovelies, this is my first 'Hobbit' fanfiction, and my first story in a while, so I hope you enjoy it. Please, please, please read and review and tell me what you think. Yes, this is a sort of Mary Sue, but if you are familiar with My Thor fan fictions, then you will know that I try to the best of my abilities not to make it absolutely cheesy! Haha.

The magnificent JRR Tolkien owns all dwarves, elves, hobbits and wizards. Anya is of my own creation.

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The crisp, winter breeze swept through her brunette curls, causing them to flutter like ribbons in the wind as she looked outward to the sea with tear filled eyes. She had lost everyone she ever loved, be it through illness or old age. Her life was empty. She had no siblings and her fiancé had left her for another woman. What was left for her other than her desk job? Friend? What friends? The sun was setting and the ice White moon began to make an appearance. Taking in a deep breath, throwing her shawl to the floor, her arms bare to the cold atmosphere, and looking up to the sky, tears strolling down her face, she whispered "father, forgive me". With a terrified step forward, the female glanced back over her shoulder towards her house for one final look and took a deep breath. Facing back to the sea, she went limp as her foot stepped out into the air, her body plummeting to the bottom. As she drew closer and closer to her end, her only thoughts were of her family, her loved ones.

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The company of dwarves rode earnestly across the green barren land with the young hobbit in tow and the grey wizard and the determined prince just in front. They had heard noises for the past day or so that indicated that some sort of Orc pack was tracking their every movement, which posed the question, "how did they know of their journey?" They were silent, slipped away like an unspoken shadow, yet they seemed to find them wherever their foot landed. Thorin Oakenshield was still doubtful of the little hobbit that had been named 'the burglar', for at the moment he appeared more of a burden than a help. He had no experience in the field of fighting, which also made him a liability. He was thankful, however, that the hobbit proved to have great speed at walking; never slowing them down. That was one thing Thorin could not fault Bilbo for; his walking. It had been several days since the departure from the shire and all seemed eager to begin this journey. The weather had been mostly graceful to the company, and for the time being, not one Orc or monster alike had crossed their path. Gandalf prayed that their situation would stay the same until they reached Rivendell (a fact with Thorin and the rest of the company however, were unaware of). Feeling that it was time for all to rest and feed, given that the sun was nearing the time to set and all had gone some time without eating, Thorin spotted a large rock nearing them which seemed to be spacious enough for all of them to take shelter. Raising his arm, Thorin indicated to the others to halt. Turning his head, the prince regarded his friends and nephews. "We shall rest in that cave for tonight. The night is drawing near" the company grumbled amongst themselves, feeling weary and hungry. They dismounted their steeds and pulled them along, strolling toward the hidden shelter that the prince had spotted, with their shoulders slouched and their eyes red. It had been a trying day to say the least. Thorin's eyes grew smaller as he peered into the darkened cave. All seemed clear as the depth of the cave was not that deep, which also meant that they would feel the cold this night; being unable to shy away from it due to the lack of space. Marching in, his boots pounding the rocky surface, Thorin eyed a spot at the front that he would claim as his this night; quite a handy space to keep watch. The others scurried in and instantly fled to the back. Fili and Kili nodded to their uncle on passing and eagerly sought to make a fire for a nice, warm, cooked dinner, which would be, without a shadow of a doubt, rabbit. When all were crammed in and Gandalf the grey sat opposite Thorin and the men began to loosen up and talk with one another. The leader however, was not in a spirited mood, and stayed silent, ever watchful of the outside, knowing that no matter where they were, danger would always lurk.

"Come on Bilbo! Bombur could demolish a horse in the time it's taking for you to skin that animal; we are starved!" Dwalin whined as his stomach roared with hunger. Bilbo, the hobbit, rolled his eyes in great frustration. Always complaining, never happy or content, Bilbo thought to himself and he tried to skin the animal faster. Meanwhile, the youngest of the company, Fili, Kili and Ori took in turn telling tales to the tired group, making the mood a little more bearable, and every so often, the golden haired Fili would glance over at his uncle, sighing at his silence.

"Something troubles you" stated the wizard to the prince as he lit his pipe with the tip of his finger. Thorin pulled his eyes away from the darkness of the night and glared at the old man.

"What makes you think that?" challenged Thorin, clearly displeased that Gandalf had interrupted his thoughts.

"You are seldom withdrawn Thorin. You look like you have not seen sleep in Many a year, and you have not voiced a single word this day until you announced that we would stay here for the night. The others are talking" pointed out the magical elder.

"They may think what they please. It is not of their concern what enters my mind. I wish to be left to my thoughts" scoffed Thorin, turning his face away to resume keeping a watch.

"That may be so, master Oakenshield, but when it is your nephews that worry-" Gandalf began but was cut off not only by a sudden snap of Thorin's face in his direction, but a stout old dwarf bringing them a beverage. Oin passed a small cup each to them and waited for a moment. "Thank you dear Oin" Gandalf said moments later.

"Not a problem. Y'er food will be done soon" Oin responded and looked quickly to his prince. "Are you ok Thorin?" sighing, the prince looked up at his friend and gave a weak smile and a side headed nod.

"I am well. Go further in away from the cold" Thorin spoke gently but with authority. Oin nodded and walked away leaving the situation, once more, awkward.

"You make sure the others are well, yet you neglect to look after yourself" stated the old man, taking a puff of his old Toby.

"Watch what you say wizard" Thorin warned and stood up, stretching his legs. Gandalf exhaled in defeat and turned his attention to the stories being told.

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"Uncle, here's your food" Fili spoke quietly, kneeling down next to Thorin, slightly concerned at his lack of communication this day. Thorin looked up at his nephew and smiled. Ahh, dear Fili, a spitting image of his father, yet he held his mother's eyes. After looking at his charming nephew for a moment, feeling suddenly maternal over him, Thorin broke away and stared down at the stew.

"I have lost my appetite this eve, give it to Bombur" Thorin spoke softly.

"Thorin, you have not eaten since yesterday, it would be wise to consume something now. Please, eat it, besides, Bombur has eaten enough! Two bowls he has consumed already!" Fili pleaded and thrust to bowl toward his uncle. Thorin sighed and took the bowl from Fili's hand.

"Thank you Fili" his deep voice rolled off his Tongue in a mix of emotions.

"Will you come and sit by the fire? I can take watch with Kili" he asked.

"No, it is all right, go and keep warm. I will stay watch; you have both done enough this day" Thorin answered and returned his gaze to the darkness

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All had settled as the fire began to die down. The hobbit had fallen asleep as well as the elder of the dwarves and the nephews of the prince. Ori sat into a corner, wrapping his coat around his chest, trying to heat his body when a sound echoed outside causing him to sit alert.

"Did you hear that?" Ori asked shakily looking down to the front of the cave at the leader of the company and the grey wizard. Thorin shot up from his slouched position and jumped to his feet. Holding out his arm to silence those who were awake, the prince approached the outside of the cave they were currently occupying and looked out with fear that an orc Pack had finally found them, planning to ambush them. Upon lookout, not a single being was seen. Only the swaying trees swinging in the moonlight were seen. With a great sigh, Thorin turned away with a smile of relief displayed on his face. Stepping backward with the intention of sitting down, Thorin came to a halt once more as a frightened cry echoed in the darkness waking all the company from their slumber; a cry of which was not an Orc cry but that of a human or possibly elf or dwarf. It was certain however that it was female, which was even more unsettling to the dwarven prince. Grabbing his almightily axe, Thorin Oakenshield stalked out into the open, weary that he might encounter an enemy. With his nephews up at the ready behind him, the son of Thrain searched the area for the owner of the cry.

Crawling along the damp grass, the unnamed being whimpered at the injuries she had sustained. The blood loss was not substantial, yet enough to make her feel queasy and light headed- something of which slowed her down greatly. She had been attacked on the moors whilst looking for cover away from the enemy that roamed the land. The area was foreign to her, it was not what she was used to at all, and it frightened her. As she crawled along the floor, she thought of her home and how she wished to be there and how she would give anything to be there, safe and warm once more.

Thorin peered into the darkness, past the steeds, and his ice blue eyes caught hold of the slowly approaching creature, or whatever it maybe and raised his weapon in the air. Kili spotted it also and placed an arrow to his bow, ready to fire. On hearing the sound of weapons being drawn the female glanced up and gasped in fear as figures surrounded her in the darkness. Spotting a man, with hair the colour of night raising what seemed to be an axe in the air, ready to bring it down on him, the woman screamed.

"No please! Don't hurt me!" her voice echoed among the trees in terror and Thorin's eyes widened in realisation that the creature was not a creature but a woman. Instantly dropping his weapon down on the ground, Thorin dropped to his knees beside her.

"What happened to you? This is no place for you to be wandering alone" his stern voice questioned as he grabbed her arm to lift her up. The woman hissed in pain as her sides pulled as her body was raised to a sitting position. Looking up at her helper, the woman gasped at his face. It was intense. Feeling unable to hold his stare, she looked away to the floor. "What is your name?" Thorin questioned, frowning with confusion as to why she looked away.

"Anya, my name is Anya" she whispered.

"Well Anya, let's get you out of the darkness" an elderly voice interrupted and Anya looked up at a tall, old man. Thorin nodded in agreement and stood to his feet. Gently he grabbed the woman's arms and pulled her to her feet. Anya gasped in pain and leant onto the leader of the company for support. Walking slowly, Thorin supported the woman as they walked to the cave, thankful that their heights did not differ.

"What race do you think she is?" Kili whispered to his brother and Gandalf as their followed their uncle into the cave. "She is short for the human race, clearly not elven and not of our kin"

"I do not know. Maybe she will tell us?" Fili replied quietly.

"How came you by this place?" Thorin asked, lowering the woman to where he previously sat; the rest of the company looked on with great interest at this woman's presence. All watched on with great curiosity at the brunette woman, with locks so long they embraced her lower back. Her clothes seemed foreign. She was clad in a dress of deep blue; what was left of it anyway. The straps on her shoulders were still intact, but the length which pooled to the floor was now just below her knees; the ends ragged and ripped. Her eyes were what made everyone stare intently forwards her, they were a very pale blue, almost white, and the pupils of her eyes were very large, as if she had been looking around in a dark room for many a year.

"I don't know. I remember falling from a cliff by my home. I must have blanked out, because the next moment, I wake and A group of... Hideous creatures cornered me in what looked like a forest. I ran but they followed -" Anya cut off and looked out into the open, her eyes filling with tears.

"You fell from a cliff?" inquired Nori, frowning as he tried to visualise that, looking over Dori's shoulder at the female. Anya turned her face towards the questioner and was about to reply to his inquiry when a shot of pain racked her ribs and she grabbed her side with a hiss. Thorin's eyes widened suddenly in concern and glanced over at the wizard for assistance.

"My dear, are you well?" Gandalf asked on noticing and slowly approached the woman on the floor. Anya nodded, about to voice her reply, when her body could take no more and her eyes rolled in the back of her head and she slumped unconsciously against the stone wall. All gasped in shock and the grey wizard lowered to his knees, checking the female's temperature and beats of her pulse. As he sighed, Mithrandir lowered his eyes and gazed at the reddened piece of cloth covering her rib cage; and then he recalled how she hissed when Thorin helped her up from the grassy ground. "She is wounded; we must take a look" Thorin Oakenshield groaned inwardly and crossed his arms. Great, the thought, just what their company needed right now.

"Alright, everyone, get some rest, I will aid the wizard with this woman. It might take some time and you need your energy for the mornings walk" Thorin spoke with authority and all obeyed, quickly finding their spot once more on the ground, not wanting to argue with the irritated prince. Gandalf placed down his staff once more and reached across, lifting up the reddened cloth on the woman, instantly grabbing Thorin's blanket to cover her modesty, and keep it out of sight. As he looked over the area of skin that was torn, the wizard surveyed that the wound was not deep, but near to infection. "How is she?" inquired the son of Thrain.

"She will be fine, as long as I clean the wound" responded the elder. "Help and old man lay here down" Thorin nodded and approached, gently taking hold of Anya's arms. Gradually he lowered her until her back led flush against the ground. Reaching for his fur coat, Thorin folded it and placed it under her head. "You seem annoyed" Gandalf pointed out as he dabbed a damp cloth over her wound. Thorin exhaled as he watched the wizard at work.

"This is not what we need right now" grumbled the prince.

"Would you rather she be left out in the cold for dead?" Gandalf inquired raising his thick, grey eyebrow.

"Of course not. I wish death on no man..." corrected the black haired dwarf, feeling suddenly guilty of his words. "Will she be well enough to venture out when the sun rises?"

"It all depends if she heals well. Thorin, we cannot be expected to just leave her alone like this. If she turns for the worst, we will have an obligation to stay with her, and we shall. Besides, your nephews seem to want to ask questions of her" Gandalf responded and the prince nodded in understanding and resumed watching the wizard mend the woman's gash with thread and a needle that was found in his pouch. It took no longer than ten minutes to finish up and the wizard smiled at his handy work. Not bad for one not too experienced in the art of healing, he pondered. Pulling Anya's clothing back down over her lower body, Gandalf stood up, his legs crunching, and moved over to the other end of the cave to get some sleep. Thorin smiled at the old man who fell into a deep sleep, snoring loudly and he shuffled to the side so that he sat next to Anya's head, looking down at her with a mix of concern and annoyance. Concern at her health and why she was so far from... Wherever she was from... and annoyance that her presence stopped their journey at this current time. Master Oakenshield felt conflicted and he crossed his arms against his chest, not feeling tired... Just watching.