Jeffrey was a human who turned into a Machop, a Fighting PokeMon resembling a humanoid three-crested lizard, when entering into a world of PokeMon. He and Pikachu, an Electric PokeMon appeared like a mouse with red cheeks and a lightning bolt-shaped tail, started a rescue team called Fellowship. After numerous adventures and rescue mission, he and Pikachu began a new adventure taking Gardevoir and Celebii. Gardevoir was a Psychic PokeMon resembling a humanoid with a flowing gown covering her legs, red horns on her chest and back, green hair obscuring most of her face except for her green eyes, and long slender green arms. Celebii was a Grass and Psychic PokeMon appeared like a green sprite with antenna.
They entered Bree and met Gandalf the Grey in the inn called Prancing Pony. As Jeffrey and his team told the old man about the origins of Rescue Team Fellowship, the old man also told them some of Middle-earth's history. They saw someone entering the inn afterwards.
"That is one short human," Gardevoir commented on his height.
"It's a dwarf," said the Machop.
"It's him," Gandalf spoke as he recognized him.
"You know him?" Jeffrey asked.
"Yes, wait here," said the old man.
The woman who helped running the inn gave the dwarf the food he ordered. The PokeMon and the dwarf saw two men were staring at him.
"I don't think those men are friendly," Gardevoir could tell based on how the men were staring at the dwarf.
The men got off from their seats and were walking slowly to the dwarf. He knew the men were assassins and prepared to defend himself.
"Mind if I join you?" Gandalf got to the dwarf before the men.
"That was a close one," said Jeffrey.
"I'll have the same," the old man said to the woman. "I should be introducing myself, my name is Gandalf. Gandalf the Grey."
"I know who you are," said the dwarf.
"Gandalf is famous," Gardevoir said to her friends using telepathy.
"I don't think he's just a regular old man," Jeffrey whispered.
"Well, now. This is a fine chance. What brings Thorin Oakenshield to Bree?"
Gandalf asked the dwarf as he knew his name.
"I received word that my father had been seen wandering the Wilds near Dunland. I went looking. I found no sign of him," Thorin replied.
"Ah Thrain," Gandalf sighed.
"You're like the others? You think he's dead?"
"I was not at the battle of Moria."
"No, but I was," Thorin began recalling his past. "My grandfather, Thror, was slain. My father led the charge towards the Dimrill Gate, he never returned. Thrain is gone, they told me, he's one of the fallen. But in the end of the battle, I searched amongst the slain to the last body. My father was not among the dead."
"Thorin, it's been a long time since anything but rumor was heard of Thrain."
"He still lives. I am sure of it."
"The ring your grandfather wore. One of the seven given to the Dwarf Lords many years ago … What became of it?"
"He gave it to my father before they went into battle."
"So Thrain was wearing it when he went missing …"
"My father came to see you before he went missing. What did you say to him?"
"I urged him to march upon Erebor, to rally the seven armies of the Dwarves to destroy the dragon and take back the Lonely Mountain. And I would say the same to you. Take back your homeland."
"This is no chance meeting, is it, Gandalf?"
"No. It is not. The Lonely Mountain troubles me, Thorin. That dragon has sat there long enough. Sooner or later, darker minds will turn towards Erebor. I ran into some unsavory characters whilst traveling on the Greenway. They mistook me for a vagabond."
"I imagine they regretted that."
Gandalf took out a leaf-shaped sheet, "One of them was carrying a message. It is Black Speech. A promise of payment."
"For what?"
"Your head. Someone wants you dead. Thorin, you can wait no longer. You are the heir to the Throne of Durin. Unite the armies of the Dwarves. Together, you have the might and power to retake Erebor. Summon a meeting of the seven Dwarf families. Demand they stand by their oath."
"Wonder who hated Thorin very much," Jeffrey whispered.
"The seven armies swore that oath to the one who wields the King's Jewel, the Arkenstone. It is the only thing that will unite them, and in case you have forgotten that jewel was stolen by Smaug," Thorin reminded Gandalf.
Two men who had been staring at Thorin left the inn.
"What if I were to help you reclaim it?" Gandalf spoke in a willing-to-help tone.
"How? The Arkenstone lies half a world away buried beneath the feet of a fire-breathing dragon."
"Yes, it does. Which is why we're going to need a burglar," Gandalf came up with a solution. "Also, I came across a group of what you have never seen before; they could be of great help."
"What and who would that be?" Thorin asked.
Gandalf waved at Jeffrey and his team signaling them to come over. "Thorin, this is Jeffrey the Machop, Pikachu, Gardevoir, and Celebii. They are PokeMon Rescue Team Fellowship." The old man introduced the PokeMon to the dwarf. "Jeffrey, Pikachu, Gardevoir, Celebii; this is Thorin Oakenshield."
"It's nice to meet you, Mr. Oakenshield," said Jeffrey offering a handshake.
"A rescue team? Looks more like a group of travelers, call me Thorin," Thorin spoke in a sarcastic tone and shook Jeffrey's hand. "Have you done some fighting before?"
"Of course, we fought other PokeMon using moves," the Fighting PokeMon replied.
"No weapons?" the dwarf was surprised.
"No weapons," Gardevoir confirmed.
"Show me what you got," Thorin requested.
Pikachu demonstrated Thunderbolt, Celebii and Gardevoir showed off Psychic attack, and Jeffrey used Dynamic Punch. This caught the crowd's attention.
"Impressive," Thorin commented. "It will take more than just bare hands to kill a dragon."
"Especially when it's a Flying type," said Jeffrey.
"It's going to be a challenge for Pikachu and I," Gardevoir spoke as Team Fellowship should not underestimate Smaug.
"I would like to see both of you try," said Thorin. "What about Celebii?"
"He's vulnerable to Fire attacks since he's Grass type," Jeffrey replied.
"That makes sense," said the dwarf.
Afterwards, the man and woman who ran the inn gave the PokeMon team a room for them to stay for the night.