Hello. I am writing two Hobbit fics at the same time. This is the first one to get posted. This one is more going to follow the movie and book, while the other one is going to be mainly book. I am unsure of the character pairings, but for now, it is going to be FilixOCxKili.
Chapter 1 - And So It Begins
It was a normal day. I had been finishing up my homework, the cat was meowing for food, I was listening to music from ROTK (Return of the
King), and was considering watching the Hobbit on my precious new laptop (my long expected b day present) when something very very
unexpected happened. I had ceased all complaints about a devilishly hard math problem, and was sitting nice and quiet on my mom's
tapestried couch, when suddenly, it hit me I wasn't on the couch anymore. It was all really bright, and all I can remember was that everything
was a mix between a crystal color and a shimmery, opalish white. "Welcome to middle-earth!" said a clear, proud and imperious voice, kind
of what I had always associated Queen Elizabeth I of having. "Who are you?" I said, confidently enough, what with the weird situation I was
in. "I am Galadriel, and you have been summoned by the higher powers to save this world!" I gave a sardonic grin, "You have the right
person, right? Cuz trust me, I have never saved anything in my life. Unless you count the washing machine, and that's because I fixed it. Oh,
and some newspaper clippings on fashion, but then, I guess…" She cut of my ramblings. "You will be a good addition," I more sensed her
smile, than saw it, as I couldn't see anything, "Gandalf will meet you. Farewell until our next meeting." I sat, or floated, or whatever in
silence. Was my physco obsession with the LOTR world being real causing me to hallucinate? All of a sudden, I landed painfully on my
tailbone. Getting up, I saw I was in a garden next to a hobbit hole, in some pretty wicked clothes. A white linen pirate shirt, a blue velvet vest
with black embroidery, black leather trousers with silver links running up the sides, and middle earth style combat boots. A black/midnight
blue leather trench, which came down past my knees, and an outrageously heavy pack, completed the clothing part. Inside my boots were
throwing knives, inside each breast of the jacket were dainty little throwing axes, and a bow and quiver of arrows were slung across my back.
Hi, I am a not so average girl. I have a fondness for archery, throwing pointy objects and manly sports; call me Robin (think Robin Hood). Not
that I am a great fan of that name, it was the only one I could think of appropriate for my story. This is my story, and what happened to me,
what I learned from it, and what others learned from me. Back to present. As it really seemed like I was in middle-earth, and this wasn't a
hallucination brought about by my over wrought nerves, I may as well enjoy the ride, I thought excitedly. I heard riotous noises coming from
inside the hobbit hole. My guess was that the party was in full swing. I suddenly felt self-conscious and embarrassed. Would they except me?
Would they send me away? Hey, Galadriel said that Gandalf would meet me, so I was going to wait until the wizard decided to appear and
invite me in. Getting out of the garden, I walked down the path and sat on the stone fence next to the hobbit's gate. Was this a dream?
Trance? Hallucination? Would it follow the movie or the book? I heard loud yelling from inside Bag End. "Not the dishes!" yelled Bilbo. My
lips went into a smile. Poor Mr. Baggins. I wouldn't take kindly to the way the house had been treated if it was my place, no siree, I wouldn't
at all. The offending parties would also be quick to feel my righteous anger… but, as this wasn't my house, I couldn't do anything. I was
suddenly aware of someone tramping down the road, growling about a place not being easy to find. Thorin, I thought excitedly. Interesting.
As he came around the bend I was struck by how tall he was. Hello, I am 5'5, maybe 5'6, and he had a good three to four inches on me. He
paused when he saw me. "Mr. Baggins house - pause - that way," I said a little snarkily, pointing my finger at the hole in question. "And you
are who?" he questioned, in a gruff, deep voice, but oh so him, that I felt myself go a little weak-kneed. Luckily, I was sitting on the fence. "A
wanderer searching for answers," I said enigmatically. He raised an eyebrow. "Really? Well you won't find your answers just by sitting on a
fence." "Actually, I am waiting for the wizard," I said, barely preventing a squeal. For goodness sakes, understand the importance of the
moment. This was Thorin, and I was actually having a conversation with the temperamental fuss budget. "He's a little preoccupied with a
whole house of your kind, so I thought I'd wait a bit before bothering him." I added. "If it is so important, then it wouldn't be a bother," he
said in an arrogant tinged tone. "Whatever you say," I said, "you should know." He had by this time opened the gate, all the time gazing at
me warily, but with the attitude that I was to lowly to be a real threat. Walking up the path, and after a last look at me, he knocked on the
door loudly. Moments later, I heard loud shouts as the dwarves greeted their leader. I heard him have a whispered conference with
someone, and moments later a tall person was coming down the path. Nice pointy hat, he had about two point five feet on me. So, middle
earth height was different than 21st cen earth height. "You are waiting for me?" said the wizard. "Excuse me," I said, a bit annoyed at the
wait, "weren't you waiting for me?" His bushy eyebrows came together for a moment. "You are the fierce warrior from the other dimension
that the White Lady sent?" "Umm, don't know about the warrior part, but yeah, she sent me, alright." "Thorin will be displeased about this
unforeseen development," he muttered in his beard. "Yeah, sure he will. This is pretty unforeseen for myself," I said, "couldn't get a word in
edge wise with her, much less try to change her mind about sending me here." Gandalf gave a smile, "Attempting to change her mind has
aged me prematurely. Come, let us go in." He dragged me unwillingly into the house. I prepared myself for a possibly uncomfortable time,
and cringed when Gandalf loudly announced to the Co.'s turned backs, "And the final member of this expedition." Everyone turned around
and looked at me with shock, everyone but Thorin. He didn't seem surprised, just very very VERY annoyed. Shouts filled the air, a small few
approving, most disapproving. "A girl?" "Are you serious?" "Is this a joke?" I wondered how long they were going to argue. It had reached the
five minute mark when Thorin roared, "SILENCE!" Ouch!, I thought, this guy sure knows how to break up a party, and fast. The table was
clear except for a bowl of something hot which he was enjoying. He glared at Gandalf, then at me, then at the hobbit, and then back to the
wizard. Silence reigned for an uncomfortable amount of time. "And what can this girl offer this expedition, wizard? We all have enough to do
without babying an incompetent female who can add nothing to this quest. Besides the fact she is a woman and will just be a distraction,
there is the…" "LaDiDaDiDa." I said loudly. He looked at me once, then motioned to someone to clear his dish, and then proceeded with his
business. I recognized the ploy. Ignore me, make me feel unwanted, I'd soon go boohooing home. Gandalf and Thorin had gotten to the point
about the map when I received my lucky break. "...something that I do not have the skill to read," when I cleared my throat. Everyone looked
at me where I was leaning against the wall looking bored. "Moon Runes," I said, real slow to get the point across. Gandalf's eyebrows rose
about five inches, "An easy thing to miss," he muttered into his beard. He looked at the leader, a slight suggestion of an I-told-you-so look in
his eyes. Thorin merely sniffed and went right back to business like I had never spoken. I was being iced again. Bilbo was given the articles; he
fainted, and then rejoined us. The whole ordeal seemed to reinforce Thorin's "hatred" of their "burglar" and myself. I suppose you'll be
staying for dinner?" Bilbo asked feebly. (This is from the book.) "Of course," the dwarves said, "and more after. For business shan't conclude
until late." The hobbit turned pale as a sheet, and I wondered if he was going to faint for a second time. While the dwarves trooped back into
the kitchen, Thorin and Gandalf sat smoking pipes. Gandalf motioned me over, so after throwing my pack down with a bang, I sulkily walked
over. I was unwanted. Glaring, I sat down at the extreme end of the table, propped my feet up, and waited. " Now, wizard," said Thorin,
"what is the meaning of this?" "Miss Robin is from, to put it bluntly, another world! You will cooperate with her, and not argue about her
being here, for in time, she will save this mission from destruction." Thorin and I both looked skeptical. "A burglar is one thing, but a child is
another," he said coldly. "This young woman is from another world," stormed Gandalf, "a different dimension. Age is different there. Look
how she knew about the Runes and…" "which we couldn't read," Thorin interrupted. "They can only be seen by a midsummer's moon," I said,
adjusting my feet, and looking smug. They both looked at me, and Thorin seemed to deflate… slightly. "Fine," he gritted out, "she can sign the
articles. But if the burglar does not come, neither will she. And at the first sign of her being a liability or a hindrance, its farewell, and good
riddance." "Fine by me," I said annoyingly chipper from the other end, "I am sure I can find more important things to do than attempting to
sneak up on dragons." Gandalf looked a little prudish at this, but I actually saw Thorin give a micro smile. In the movie, he was a tragic,
haunted figure. In the book, he was longwinded and pompous. This one was a mixture of both, and I wondered if this was a good or bad
thing. It had been several hours since I had crash-landed here, and all I wanted to do was curl up in a chair and sleep. Alas, it wasn't to be. All
of the Company came out of the kitchen with plates high, and a hysteric Mr. Baggins coming after them. Sitting down, I saw them give me
apprehensive glances: Oin with his hearing aid, Gloin with his reddish beard, Dwalin with his baldhead. Hmmm, I thought, they kind of look
like the movie characters. They all gave me wide berth, except Ori, who, even though he looked nervous, sat two chairs away and kept staring
at me. All the noise seemed to be centered at my end of the table, as Thorin was also given a bit of a wide berth, and I gritted my teeth and
wished for earplugs. I saw Thorin whisper something to Balin, and a long sheet of paper was passed down the table and deposited in front of
me with a pen. Everyone started whispering, and after glaring death at the louder offenders, I signed my name with a flourish, and settled in
my chair with a smirk. Kili, Fili, and Bofur entered with mugs of ale, and I saw them all stare at me. I in turn, glared at them. Didn't their moms
ever teach them that staring was rude? Like in the movie, Fili had blonde hair, and Kili had long dark hair and no beard, and they were
somewhat nicer looking than cute, but I was still to ticked off at their uncle to be amiable. Those two came down the end of the table and sat
right next to me, one on either side, which annoyed me even more. One of them even had the gall to put a mug of ale in front of me. "If you
want to be part of our expedition, you have to learn to drink like us," said Fili grinning. "Are you really coming?" added Kili, "why would a girl
like you be allowed to come along?" They potshotted me with questions which I refused to answer, but it sure did intensify my headache. I
took a sip of the ale cautiously, and saw everyone gazing at me far to intently. I am pretty sure they all took bets whether I would drink it or
not. Hey, sorry to disappoint them, but I started slowly sipping at it. "Are you some type of warrior?" asked Kili, leaning in closer. Hello, ever
here of a thing such as elbow room? I thought, annoyed. "Why don't you wait and see," I murmured in a low voice, the ale burning my throat.
They totally were going to die if I started acting drunk. "You are kind of young looking," added Fili. Were they ever going to leave me alone?
"Appearances can be deceiving," I said in an annoyed voice, "and last I checked, you both are pretty young yourselves." They looked at each
other, then at me, then burst out laughing, slapping me across the back, which nearly caused my drink to spill. "This is going to be amusing,"
said Fili, "I've never gone on an adventure like this before, especially with a sarcastic girly like yourself. This is our chance though to show
Thorin we're not so little any more," he added, whispering conspiratorially in my ear. Hello, personal space? Ever heard of it? "That's right,"
said Kili, "we'll show all those old grey beards what we can do." They laughed again and clinked their mugs right over my head. Thanks a lot
for spilling sticky ale in my hair. Okay, I was starting to lighten up. Sure, I had been sarcastic, grouchy, and an all-around pain so far, what with
my snarky comments and thoughts, but hey, after drinking half a pint of hobbit mead, and a few choice tidbits from what was left of Mr.
Baggins pantry, I started to lighten up, albeit slowly. True, I still wasn't sure if I was in a hallucinatory trance, but by this time, I was not
wishing to go back to the 21st Century. Thinking of my overdue research paper, I was more than happy to stay here in middle earth, even if it
was a pigment of my imagination. As long as I didn't get my head lopped off or my skin fried to cinder, this should be a lot of fun. Well, a lot
more fun than I'd ever experience at home. I drained my pint and waited to see if I would experience any weird side effects. I seemed okay.
Well, as I had never drank alcohol before, I was no expert on whether I was drunk or not. Nevertheless, I didn't feel light headed or hysteric,
so I guess I was good. "She can hold her liquor," said Fili, and I got slapped across the back again. A few others raised their glasses in
appreciation. I guess that among this rough crowd I had just passed an important test. The table was cleared, everyone ordered their
breakfast from an annoyed looking hobbit, and I went in search of a glass of water. I wasn't feeling tipsy, but I needed a drink of something
nonalcoholic. I wandered around. Snoop dangit, why is this hobbit hole so hard to maneuver? It's a hole, for goodness sake. I hate to admit it,
but I was lost. I finally found a washroom, splashed my face, rinsed out my mouth, and went to find Gandalf. Seriously, this hole was large. I
couldn't even hear any dwarfish racket. "Where in the blue blazes am I?" I finally yelled to the air. "Lost?" came a voice at my shoulder. I
shrieked, did a one-eighty, and swung out with a karate chop. I do not take well to being startled. "Sorry, sorry, sorry," I with a wacky face. It
was Bilbo. He looked at me with puzzlement. "Did I invite you in?" he asked in an odd voice. "Agh, um, actually, ugh, yeah, I came with
Gandalf. I'm trying to find him." "Oh," he said, "he's in the parlor with the others. Tuning their instruments or something." I totally did not
want to miss the Misty Mountain Song, so I sped back at the speed of light. Gandalf was in a corner smoking his pipe, so I cautiously made my
way over. "Psst, Gandalf," I whispered when I was within elbow reach, "is it really such a good idea for me to come along? I mean, Master
Oakenshield looks like he would happily throw me to a warg if he had such an opportunity." "Nonsense, my dear girl, you'll be fine." I
couldn't get any more out of him, so I sat down and enjoyed the middle earth concert. After it was over, Bilbo scurried around trying to find
room for everyone. I got a bedroom to myself since I was a girl (yeah), and even though I was dead tired, I dumped my pack on the bed and
examined its contents: bedroll and blanket, some type of climbing claw/hook, some type of seasoning mix, more throwing knives, two pairs
of soft pants, leather studded chaps, three linen shirts, a scaly leather armor jacket, an interesting leather bodice thing, lots of fluffy socks, a
black cloak and hood, and a massive swiss army knife contraption with a saw and plier gadget. In a small bag was some money, and some
blah blah stuff like brush and mirror. Interesting. I repacked everything and laid down on the bed. This was going to be complicated, I
thought. I got the distinct feeling that Thorin was skeptical of his expedition's burglar, and openly contemptuous of me. Not that there was
anything wrong with that, as I was (notice was - By the end of this whole ordeal I had a very high opinion of myself) pretty contemptuous of
myself, but sheesh man, keep it to yourself. I wondered how tomorrow would go? Would I wake up in my own bed? Would I still be here? I
hoped it would be the second because I was getting real fond of middle earth. Hey, it was better than laboring over an overdue research
report. I snuffed out the candle, and fell asleep.
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