Welcome fellow Hobbit fans to my little fanfiction in your huge fandom :) I'm glad that you're taking the time to rego this and I hope you enjoy it. I don't really want it to be like most other OC fics where the OC usually ends up with Kili, Fili or Thorin, so I've decided to pair myself up with Ori! Cute little bugger, he's one of my favorites from the whole story. Enough with my ranting, on to the tale!
Before I share my tale with you, one thing needs to be clear: I am NOT a Mary Sue.
Well, at least I don't intend to be. My name is Molly and I am writing myself into the beloved story of the Hobbit. Yes, this has been done before, my originality never ceases to amaze.
As overly done a plot line as it is, I thought I'd take a crack at it and see if I could interest you in the tale of an Australian wannabe artist who gets sucked into Middle-Earth - via the help of modern Gandalf - and royally, shall we say, fucks shit up.
It all began when I saw the Hobbit at the movies with my friend Ellie. I didn't want to see it at first. I had never seen or read the Tolkien series and really had no particular interest in exploring that fandom (as much as it pains me to say now).
But alas, I had to go. I had already agreed to see a movie with her and so we arrived at the Odeon.
"Why don't we just go to the normal cinemas instead of this shifty place?" I complained to my friend. "I don't even wanna see this and to make matters worse we have to watch it in 3D which makes my eyes hurt-"
I was cut short by Ellie clamping her hand over my mouth. "Just be quiet will you? We're seeing this movie and you're gonna enjoy it!" Her tone was so final that I almost shut up.
Almost.
"But Ellie! Why can't we see another movie, like Pitch Perfe-"
"Don't even mention that- that monstrosity!" as you can tell, Ellie didn't like the idea of seeing a movie about singing teenagers. I didn't either, but I had a feeling I'd enjoy it more than this adventure shit that Ellie raved on about.
"Fine." I muttered, blowing my red bangs out of my face.
And so we took our seats - me grudgingly - and then movie played out.
The Hobbit was unlike anything I expected. No insults directed at Peter Jackson, but I expected a lot of ugly dwarves and war and blood and... EUGHHH. But instead, I was amazed by the sheer awesomeness of the movie.
Not to mention not all the dwarves were 1000 years old and ugly... Fili, Kili and Thorin were definitely a sight for sore eyes, with Ori not being too bad looking either.
Needless to say, I really enjoyed the movie, so much that I saw it 7 more times in the theatres.
It was at my sixth screening that I decided that I wanted to be a part of that adventure. So desperately that I dreamed about it every night, I even dedicated a Facebook page to the wannabe majesty of Kili.
It was on the night of my birthday that I finally got my wish.
Sorry to leave you at this point in the chapter, and sorry it's so short, but this is only a taste of what's yet to come! If you enjoyed, please don't hesitate to favourite or review, I truly would appreciate your feedback :)
