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Chapter One
Taken Away
"I will not have you in this house any longer! You have been a disappointed to me for the last time Ruthy O'Riley. Leave at once and never come back!" my adoptive mother yelled at me as she shoved me out of the house. I picked up my bag that she threw out before and slung it over my shoulder and left this retched house once and for all.
I am the black sheep of my family, looked down upon because of my profession. Disappointing my family by choosing my career in the arts. Actually I have never belonged to the Donovan family. They adopted me when I was seven. My real mother was killed in a car accident when I was little. And no one really knew who my father was. My mother and Margret Donovan were cousins and not very close cousins at all.
Shaking my head I went to my studio. I own a dance studio that I opened with my inheritance that I received from my late grandfather after he passed away. I also dance in the community dance club when I am not giving lessons. We tour elementary schools around the county and influence young dreamers in their goal to become dancers. I also love to sketch, paint, and draw on my days off.
Heading into the warm-up room setting my stuff down, and going over to my stereo, turned it on to Neil Finns "Song of the Lonely Mountains" and started to dance. Dancing always makes me feel at ease after getting into a fight with Margret. I have never had a lesson until I was sixteen years old. My mother was a famous ballet dancer, that is what my grandfather told me when he found out that I was following in her footsteps. My mother was his pride and joy, his only daughter.
I had the song on repeat because I really loved the song and the movies "The Hobbit" and "Lord of the Rings" not to mention I have read the books a million times when I was younger. I sang along to the words as I danced but something interrupted the music. I stopped dancing and paused the music and heard a raspy voice coming from behind around to see an old man in white, a smoky haze engulfed the room. He smiled at me creeping me out. But there was also something familiar about him.
"You know everything that is to come," he said grabbing my arm and pulled me into the haze, my studio disappeared behind me. I struggled against the man in white until his grip loosened enough and I was able to run. Everything around me was dark and I tripped causing me to fall and blacking out.
When I came to I smelt smoke and heard someone humming next to me. "So you finally woken up," he said. I turned around and looked at an elderly man with grey robes, long grey beard, grey hat and a staff.
"Where am I?" asking sitting up and putting a hand to my head checking for any injury. I noticed that I wasn't in my regular clothes anymore but in black pants. Knee high boots that laced all the way up. A dark blue tunic that fell to mid-thigh and a hood on the back. A leather belt around my waist. Laying next to me was a sword and a bow with a quiver filled with arrows.
"You my dear are on the border of the Shire. May I ask how you got here?" the man in grey asked. Looking at him, something seemed familiar about this man as well.
"I um...don't know. But you look somewhat familiar." We looked at each other as he stood. He was very tall a lot taller than I. "My name is Ruthy O'Riley but my friends call me Rue." Looking up at him almost hurt my neck. How the heck am I this small when I am normally 5'7".
"I Ms. Rue am Gandalf the Grey. I am heading to see a hobbit in the Shire, if you would like please join me. He could use some company to get accustom to," he said. Then it hit me with a 2x4 board. I am in Middle-Earth. "By the way what race would you be? You are two short for an Elf. Your feet are two small for a hobbit not to mention your hair is short and straight." I put my hand up to my hair and it was the length of my shoulders and my bangs pinned back with a clip of some sort. "You don't have a beard so you can't be a dwarf." He continued knocking me out of my thoughts.
"Maybe some half-breed?" he questioned still going on. I felt my ears and they had a slight point to them. I rushed to the small stream and looked at my appearance. I had indeed been changed of my appearance. "Maybe a cross between a human and dwarf with traits of Elf?"
"Gandalf I assure you that I am human. But I do not know why I am this short, nor why my ears are pointed. All I know is that I am not from here but a place called Earth where I live in a town called South Haven," I said looking at the grey wizard. He looked at me and noticed how serious I was.
"We will get it sorted out at Bilbo's house. Now come Ms. Rue," he said putting his hand on my shoulder and leading me to Bilbo Baggins home. What have I gotten myself into? Oh and who was that man who brought me here? He said that I knew something but it was just a big blur.
We made it to Bilbo's as he was sitting on a bench smoking his pipe. He made a smoke ring which Gandalf turned it into a smoke butterfly and flew at his nose. Bilbo gasped a bit and opened his eyes and looked at Gandalf then to me.
"Good Morning," he said looking around then back at us. I smiled as Gandalf went on about being good morning, confusing the poor hobbit and making me snicker.
"All of them at once I suppose," was Bilbo's answer. There was a long silence after his answer until Biblo spoke again. "Can I help you?"
"That remains to be seen. I am looking for someone to share an adventure," Gandalf said. This was all coming straight out of the movie and it was just so much better in person. Especially the facial expressions. Nearly had me on the ground laughing if I didn't have control over my giggles. His face shocked as he looked at the wizard then at me as I had my hand over my mouth to hide the grin plastered on my face.
"An adventure?" he asked. He looked at him as if he was nuts asking him on something like an adventure. "No I don't imagine anyone west of Bree would have much interest in an adventure." He got up and went to his mail box and grabbed the parchments that were sitting in it. "Nasty, disturbing, uncomfortable things. Makes you late for dinner." He looked at the envelopes and continued to smoke his pipe. I tuned them out and looked at the surroundings. I couldn't believe that I was actually in the Shire of Middle-Earth. Also that Bilbo and Gandalf look amazingly just like their actor counter-parts. Martin Freeman and Ian McKellen, makes me wonder if the other's will look like their counter-parts as well.
"I shall inform the others." I heard Gandalf say to Bilbo catching me from my thoughts. Looking at them as Bilbo stuttered and rushed up his steps.
"No...no wait we do not want any adventures here thank you." He pointed at his front step trying to get the message across. Which was silly and pointless since he goes with them in the end. I just watched him. "Not today. I suggest you try over the hill or across the water. Good morning." And with that the hobbit walked into his house. We could hear him locking the door behind him. Gandalf signed and walked up to the door leaving his mark on the door. He came back and looked at me.
"So what shall I do?" I asked him not really knowing what else to do.
"You shall stay here and get Mr. Baggins to let you in. I will retrieve the others," he said leaving. I just stood there watching his back. Sighing I went up to the door and knocked on the big round door.
"Go away I do not want any adventures thank you," he yelled on the other side of the door. I just continued to knock until he finally opened the door and looked at me. I was just about an inch taller than him but that was about it.
"I am sorry to ask you but I am not from around here and it seems that Gandalf has left me here," I said and he sighed. "Mind if I come in?" He sighed and looked around and nodded moving to the side and letting me in. He looked behind me again and shut the door and locked it.
"So I do not believe we have met?" he asked as I took off my boots to leave at the door. He smiled as I put my bare-feet on the cold floor and hissed.
"Oh sorry I am Ruthy O'Riley but my friends call me Rue," I said holding out my hand for him to take it. We shook and he smiled at me.
"I am sorry but what are you? You are awfully short but don't have feet like a hobbit," he said looking down at my small and bare feet without hair like his feet had.
"I believe I am human," I said and felt my stomach growl and looked at him in embarrassment. He laughed and went to the pantry.
"Might as well get supper cooking. Now how to cook?" he asked me heading into a rather large pantry. I smiled and nodded. "Hope you don't mind but I would like to get comfortable." He went into his room and got changed into his sleep wear and robe. He came out and I answered him.
"Yes I do cook, my specialty are cookies. Would you like me to make some?" I asked him. He nodded and pulled out two fish. As he cooked the fish I made up about 4 dozens of my famous sugar cookies. I offered Bilbo a cookie to hold us over till the fish was done.
"You know it's been a long time since I had a homemade cookie made by someone else," he said. "I am glad that I met you . Dinner is ready." He sat out two plates and put the fish on each one. I have never really eaten this kind of fish (usually just the breaded fish you get at McDonald's or from the frozen foods) I went to dig in when the doorbell rang. It must be Dwalin as he is the first of many dwarves to visit the unexpected hobbit.
"You want me to get that?" I asked him. He shook his head and excused himself to answer the door. I got up and stood by watching the scene unfold as I have done so before on the big screen.
"Dwalin at your service," the large, buff and bald dwarf said bowing.
"Bilbo Baggins at yours." Dwalin came into the home leaving Bilbo stuttering. "Do we know each other?"
"No." Was all he said. He walked further into the house and saw me. He bowed and repeated his name.
"Rue at your service," I said bowing to him. Taking off his cloak and looking around for something.
"Which way laddie? Is it down here?" he asked throwing his cloak at Bilbo.
"Is...is what down where?" Bilbo caught the cloak making me smirk.
"Supper. He said there will be food and lots of it." The dwarf headed for the dinning room. I went into the dinning room just as Dwalin came in and sat down at Bilbo's place and started eating. "You going to eat that?" I shook my head and handed him my supper. He ate the fish like it was nothing more than a fish stick smothered in tartar sauce.
I was munching on some of my cookies while Bilbo looked at me than at him. He leaned over and whispered. "Is he one of your friends?" I shook my head and he groaned.
"Don't know him." Watching him bite the head making me wince as he chewed it in three bites.
"Very good. Is there any more?" he asked still with his mouth full. Bilbo looked around and took a plate of biscuits and handed me one, took one for himself and handed the plate to Dwalin.
"It's just erm...I wasn't expecting more company besides Ms. Rue here," he was interrupted by the ringing of the door bell. If I was correct that would be Dwalin's brother Balin. The lovable older dwarf that reminded me of either a father or grandfather type.
"That'll be the door," Dwalin spewed food as he spoke. I giggled and watched Bilbo go to the door. I just stayed at the table and continued to munch on my cookies. "May I?" He pointed at my cookie and smiled giving him one of the cookies. "Oh this is really good lass. Your husband is a lucky bugger."
"I am not his wife. I just met Bilbo today," I blushed a few shades of red. Then he got up and went to the cookie jar on the mantel.
"OH! Evening brother," Balin said coming in. Dwalin started laughing at the sight of his older and shorter brother.
"By my beard. You are shorter and wider then last we met," he insulted his brother in the greeting. I could never understand dwarves in their greetings.
"Wider not shorter. Sharp enough for both of us," and back with the insults. They chuckled and then I waited for it. And there the welcoming head bash. Then Balin looked at me and smiled. "Oh my Gandalf never told me that Mr. Baggins had such a pretty wiife."
"Oh I am not his..."
"She is not my..."
"Wife." We both said together. The two dwarves shrugged and headed to Bilbo's pantry. Dwalin started to pour his brother some ale. I went into the kitchen to put away my cookies so everyone else doesn't eat them all when the rest come. I heard Bilbo trying to get the brother's attention when some blue cheese comes sailing out and to the floor. I chuckled and went back to putting the cookies away. Then the bell rang again. And this time my two favorite dwarves were going to be at the door.
"Fili,"
"And Kili,"
"At your service." They finished in unison bowing elaborate bows. I felt a tinge of warm flood to my cheeks as I looked at the two standing in the door. They were way cuter in person then on the screen.
"You must be Mr. Boggins," Kili said smiling. Bilbo huffed and started to shut the door.
"Nope you can't come in. You've come to the wrong house," Bilbo tried to shut the door on them. I smiled to myself knowing that it wouldn't work.
"What has it been canceled?" Kili asked concerned.
"No one told us." Fili looked at his brother.
"What? No nothing's been canceled," Bilbo mentioned confused.
"Well that's a relief," Kili pushed open the door and they both walked in. I went back into the living room not wanting to be seen by the two hottest dwarves in the company. Just not yet.
"Careful with these I just had them sharpened," Fili said taking off his weapons and loading poor Bilbo's arms.
"It's nice this place. Did you do it yourself?"
"Kili, Fili come give us a hand," the buff dwarf said taking the brunette by the shoulders.
"Mr. Dwalin." Kili said with admiration in his voice.
I just sat in the shadows as the others were moving furniture around. That was until Balin came into the room just as the door bell rang again and Bilbo went stomping to answer it.
"Come on lass give us a hand. You may be short but you look strong," he said pulling me into the dinning room. I almost colided into someone looking up into their blue grey eyes of Fili. I could feel myself blushing again and tried to avert my eyes from his mystifying orbs. I was right he was a lot hotter in person then in the movie.
"Oh and who is this? Boggins wife?" Kili asked showing up behind Fili's right shoulder looking at me. I sighed shaking my head and putting my hand to the bridge of my nose. A start of a headache coming on and there are no pain killers here.
"I am not his wife. I just met him today. The name is Ruthy O'Riley but I like to go by Rue," I said somewhat bowing. Then there was a commotion coming from the door. We looked and saw that there was eight more dwarves on the floor and Gandalf standing in the entrance.
"Gandalf," Bilbo sighs as he sees the wizard looking in.
A/N: Hello Cerulean89 here again I had a plot bunny attack me earlier this week and really wanted to write another Hobbit story and was all to happy to write it. I am going to take my time with this one and put in a lot more oc involvement with the characters. Hope you all like it please leave me a review. They are all welcomed except flames. Thank you.