So I was wondering what the movie would have been like if there was a female along on the quest. so I made up one to join the all boys company. I hope you enjoy it.

Hobbits. They were peaceful people and always seemed to have plenty to eat. Young Ingrid slinked through the darkness as she neared the Hobbit hole. Her golden blonde hair was tied tightly into a bun atop her scalp, away from her face and her sapphire eyes looked keenly through the small window of the hobbit's home. She saw the small man sitting at his dinning table, a plate of fish sitting in front of him. Her stomach twisted with hunger. She knew that hobbits usually went straight to bed after supper. She wouldn't have to wait long. When the man went to sleep, she would slip into the cozy little home, grab a few biscuits and some cheese then she would slip back into the night. The hobbit would never know.

As she sat, crouched in front of the window, Ingrid heard someone coming up the path behind her. She turned and saw a large, butch man with a bald head, make his way to the hobbit's front door. She stayed hidden in the shadows, so to not be seen. Now standing in the light from the house, she could see that the man was a dwarf. He rang the bell on the door with a huff. Looking back through the window, Ingrid saw the hobbit rising from his sear with a sigh. He scuttled to the door, where he froze in shock and confusion.

"Dwalin, at your service." the dwarf introduced with a bow. The hobbit was silent for a moment before he came to his senses. He tied his robe and smiled in confusion.

"Bilbo Baggins at yours." he replied. The dwarf, Dwalin, pushed his way into the hobbit hole as Bilbo asked, "Do we know each other?"

Dwalin gave him a strange look as he replied in a matter of fact tone, "No."

The dwarf took off his cloak and threw it at the hobbit, asking where his supper was. Bilbo had eventually closed the door, limiting what Ingrid could hear. Soon, Dwalin was placed at the small dining table, chewing greedily at the fish, even biting off its scaly head. She had a hard time watching him eat, her own hunger becoming almost unbearable. A rustle down the path made Ingrid hide back into the shadows. A small, white haired dwarf waddled up the path and he too stopped at Bilbo's door. The door was soon answered by the baffled hobbit. The old dwarf bowed in a dramatic way and announced, "Balin, at your service."

Bilbo's face fell as he greeted in a flat tone, "Good evening."

The old man smiled and looked behind him, before stepping inside the hobbit home. "Yes, it is. Though I think it might rain later."

Bilbo closed the door as the two dwarves greeted each other by smashing their heads together with booming laughs. They then moved into the kitchen, where they disappeared from sight. Bilbo chased after them, his hairy feet pattering against the hard wood of the floor. Ingrid sank away from the window, leaning her back against the home. She had come here for food but now it seemed it would be a long while until the house was abandoned. Perhaps I should go to a different home. she thought to herself. Getting up to leave, she stopped suddenly when she saw two hooded figures walking briskly up the path. They were too tall to be hobbits.

"More dwarves?" she whispered to herself, crouching back down into the shadows as the two men stopped at the front door. They pulled down their hoods to reveal their surprisingly attractive faces. The one furthest away from her had golden hair and beard, both which were braided. He had a smiling face and light blue eyes. The dwarf closest to Ingrid had long, dark hair. He had no beard save the stubble on his cheeks and chin. He was quite tall for a dwarf, surely taller than Ingrid by a few inches. His dark eyes seemed to shine.

"This is the place, brother?" the dark haired dwarf asked, smacking the other on the shoulder. The golden haired one nodded.

"I do believe so. Care to give it a ring?" he asked. When the other nodded, he rang the doorbell. Ingrid could hear Bilbo shuffled to the door. When he threw it open, the golden haired dwarf smiled. "Fili"

"And Kili." the dark haired one added.

"At your service." they said in sync with a bow.

"You must be mister Boggins." Kili smiled. Ingrid stifled a giggle at his mispronunciation.

"Nope. You cant come in. You've got the wrong house." Bilbo told them, closing the door. Kili put himself between the door and the lock, keeping the door from closing. He look at Bilbo like a wounded animal.

"What? Has it been cancelled?" he asked. Fili looked equally distraught.

"No one told us." he added. Bilbo looked confused.

"No. nothings been cancelled." he sputtered. The brothers smiled.

"Well that's a relief." Kili cheered, pushing his way into the home, followed by his brother. Giving up, Bilbo closed the door. Ingrid peeked through the window, her eyes locked on Kili. He was strutting about the hall, scraping his shoes on a old looking wooden box, much to the hobbit's dismay. An involuntary smile formed on her lips as she watched the smiling dwarf. The butch dwarf, Dwalin, threw an arm around his shoulders and escorted him and his brother into the dining room and out of sight.

Ingrid's curiosity was peaked when she saw a large group of nearly ten dwarves, stumbling up the path. A very tall man with a gray, pointed hat stood above them. The young thief had to hide further back into the darkness so she wouldn't be found. The dwarves rang the bell and pounded on the door, all pushing to get in. Bilbo was yelling for them to go away when he opened the door, allowing all of them to spill into his home, falling on top of each other. Ingrid clamped her hand over her mouth to keep from laughing at the scene.

Soon, all of the dwarves had gotten up and pushed their way inside. They all went to the dinning room, forcing Ingrid to move to the window that peeked into that room so she could see. After a long period of bustling around, all of the dwarves, 12 in number, not including the hobbit and the tall man, who she had heard called Gandalf. They all ate like animals, throwing food back and forth to each other, walking on the table, burping; it strangely reminded Ingrid of her own family, which made her smile just a bit. Watching them eat, however, made stomach twist in an unbearable hunger. How long had it been since she had last eaten? Days? By the looks of how the dwarves were eating, it seemed like there wouldn't be much food left after they got through. But Ingrid still stayed outside, watching. Her curiosity was too strong to go now. What were all of these dwarves doing in this little hobbit hole?

After all of the food had been devoured, the dwarves began to move about the home. Ingrid bounced from window to window, trying to see everything. Bilbo and Gandalf were arguing quietly until they were interrupted by a young looking dwarf who was holding a dirty plate. Fili came into view and took the plate, throwing it to Kili, who threw it to a dwarf in the kitchen. Ingrid smiled as the happy company tossed dishes to one another, singing in booming voices that shook the home. When all of the dishes were done and the singing had ceased, a thunderous knock came from the door. Ingrid quickly ran to her previous spot by the door to get a look at the newcomer.

It was another dwarf. He was large with muscle and his hair was dark. The way he held himself told Ingrid that he was important. He gave the smallest hint of a smile when Gandalf opened the door. Beginning a cheerful banter with the old man, he made his way through the door. The door was left open for a little bit, allowing Ingrid to hear the newcomer being introduced. "This is the leader of our company. Thorin Oakenshield."

The name rang in Ingrid's ears. She knew that name. She had heard it in several stories and songs. The door of the hobbit home closed, but the name of the King Under the Mountain still rang in her head.

I hope you enjoy it! I will be posting another chapter soon. Please review with your feedback!