I sat in the rather small Bag End Cafe. A random twenty four with no life. To be more exact. Bilbo Baggins, the owner, sat in front of me. "What's wrong Ro?" He asked as I finished up my book. "Nothing...why do you ask?" I scoffed in reply. He made a look of disgust. Bilbo was pretty much my only friend who understood me in all of Middle Earth. I don't know why he keeps trying to get me to work; I like exploring, stridering to be more exact. "You need to get out and explore." He answered wriggling his nose.
"Says the man who constantly says, 'I am a Baggins and Baggins stay in Bag End!'" He seemed shocked at that i quoted his favorite sentence.
"Go do something productive with your life-now!" I stared at him then slowly answered, "I am doing something productive-finishing my book."
Bilbo rolled his eyes at me and got up muttering about me and my life. Why should he care anyways? It's not like he's my father or anything. Well technically he is the only thing close to family. After my mother died my father wasn't around much, and my brother ran away 3 years ago.
Anyways as I was reading an old man wearing a grey outfit sat down in front of me. "Aurora Lorien if I'm not mistaken. Gandalf Mithrandir at your service," he said as I stared at him.
I was taken aback by him. I just stared at him. "...um can I help you, Gandalf...the Gray?" I asked. He smiled at his nickname. "I should go by that. Anyways a friend of mine is looking for an employee to fill in a job and I believe you would be very good for it-" he placed he hands on the table-"Thorin Durin or more commonly known as Thorin Oakinshield." Okay... I'm listening now.
"What kind of job?"
"He didn't say but Erebor is very far from Shire. So you will be living there, my friend Gloin I believe has gotten you an apartment." I stared in awe. How does he know I'll say yes? I don't even know if I'll say yes. "Um..." I stopped myself and sent a pleading look at Bilbo who shuffled over. "Can I help you to anything?" Bilbo asked looking at Gandalf's long gray ponytail. Gandalf smiled at him and turned to open a cafe menu. "Yes I will a little chamomile tea if you don't mind." Bilbo shook his head and walked over to the counter.
"Now this will be good for you. It's settled. I shall see you soon. Once you call Gloin he will get everything ready." He handed me a card with a phone number written on it. Before I could protest Gandalf was gone.
Bilbo came back with his tea. "Where...where did he go?" He stuttered raising his pointer finger. I stared at card ad if it were poison. Bilbo casually sat down and picked up the card. "Gloin?" He emphasized "well you can't possibly consider it, but being you I can imagine you agreeing to It."
"Hey! Well you're right. I mean I just got offered a free job. How cool is that?" I rubbed the back of my neck. "It's dangerous! A man just randomly walked up to you and offered a 'job' that could possibly lead to your death." Bilbo replied thinking way too negatively.


When I got back to Rivendell Resort, I pondered a lot. Elrond, the owner, believed I was walking to my own unexpected catastrophe. He was a family friend who took me and my brother in after our mother's death.
Arwen looked at the card. She was a gifted student at Valinor University and Elrond's daughter. "I don't know, Aurora. It would be a good experience for you and you don't really have a degree in...anything." I flopped onto my bed, "don't remind me."
I looked at it for most of the night. 498-563. I shrugged my shoulders and called the number. The phone rang for a few seconds before someone picked up. "Gloin speaking." He said in a husky voice.
"This is Aurora Lorien and Gandalf told me to call this number for the uh... job."
"Oh! Oh! Yes, miss. Your plane will be leaving tomorrow at five pm. My friend Bofur will be picking you up so look for him. Any questions?" He asked as I hastily wrote everything down.
"Huh? Oh yes, yes. What exactly is the position I'm taking?"
"He hasn't said yet." Then he hung up.
I looked at the phone. What could possibly go wrong? Everything.


In the morning I packed.

I hated to leave everyone. It was my home here. But if I was stuck here, Bilbo would yell at me every day for not doing something productive. When I finished, it was around 3:50. Couple more hours. I changed into my blue short sleeve shirt, rolled up jeans, and my snake pattern wedged sandals. I grabbed all of my suitcases (which wad three) and my fringe purse, and closed my door one last time. Bilbo had made me a huge basket of stuff from the Cafe. I tried my best not to be emotional but it didn't work. He started crying then I joined in too.

I will be all alone somewhere in a new city." Ms. Lorien, are you okay?" The woman who controlled papers glanced at me nervously. "Huh? Oh, yeah yeah, it's okay." I took deep breath in. It will be okay… Just calm down. Look at the people around. They are not scared and you are a twenty four year old. She handed me my paper and I walked into the plane.
2 hours later...
It was already dark and raining heavily, when the plane finally landed on the Main Airport. The lights of city were glittering in the pools of water all around, shining brightly in darkness like little suns of every color. When I grabbed my luggage I looked around for the Bofur guy. As I walked to the exit I came upon a guy with a huge sign that screamed 'Aurora Lorien '. He had a big floppy hat and a beard. He wore a regular outfit with boots. "Hi, I'm Ro Lorien," I introduced myself. He smiled. Bofur.
As we rode down the streets of Erebor, we talked of random topics. Bofur would tell good places to eat, places to shop, and historic landmarks. "That is where you'll be staying." He pointed to a giant building. "Really?" I asked. He stopped there. "Top Floor."


I found my room and opened the door when a football whizzed past my head. "Hey look out!" A voice yelled. I walked further into the suite when I saw two boys, one with blonde hair the other with brown hair. "What are you doing in my suite?" I demanded. "This is ours!" The brown haired yelled. We argued for a bit before I gave up.

I looked around and walked up the stairs into an open room that was decorated in teal and flopped onto the bed.
A/n: So…yes, no, maybe so?