A/N: Hello! I have a lot of work to do to co tinue the already promised stories but this couldnt wait! I will enjoy creating this story and i hope you enjoy reading it! That being said i do not own Hobbit or any of the LotR franchise. Enjoy!

BEEP! Beep! beep! bee-

I opened my eyes. My head hurt and it was hard to process my surroundings. Then things started catching my attention. It was quiet. Not that eerie quiet right before you get brutally and savagely murdered or anything. There were actually sounds of nighttime birds, and critters skittering across the forest floor. The forest floor... Why am I in the forest? Where did my room go?

"I see you have awoken." a rather raspy yet gentle voice sounded. Sitting up quickly in alarm, I felt blood rush back to my head. The lightheadedness soon faded and in its wake I regained my ability to think and observe everything around me.

Trees. Lots of trees. Bushes. Grass. Dirt. Assorted woodland creatures. An old man- oh.I focused on this old man, trying to figure out why he looked so familiar. He sat on a log, holding a staff that looked rather odd. He wore a grey robe and wonky blue hat. His wizened face was obscured by a long grey beard, and he had a twinkle in his eyes. He looked like none other than Gandalf the Grey! I was on edge. Did this old man have a fantasy fetish?

Before I could speak, he stood rather quickly for an elderly fellow. "Come along now. We have people to meet," he called back to me. Against my better judgement, I pulled myself up and started to follow him. I needed answers after all.

"Where am I?" I called to him as I jogged to keep up.

"On the outskirts of Hobbiton, of course," The old man said so matter-of-factly.

"Huh?" Was my intelligent reply.

"Hobbiton, my dear. On our way to Bag End." Was he trying to make this like an adventure or something? I was still wary of this old man. after all, he could be a stalker slash kidnapper slash pervert rapist for all I knew.

"Okay... So who are we meeting then?" I questioned. The old man just smiled.

"In due time," He answered.

That sounded sketchy. As we broke through the trees, I noticed several hills. With fences around parts of them... Upon closer inspection, I could make out doors set in the hills. And windows. And was that a floo? My mouth was agape as I gawked at the sight. I heard the old man chuckle at a further distance. "WAIT! That means you're Gandalf? The real Gandalf the Grey?"

"Yes. I am Gandalf, and Gandalf is me." He replied. At my expression, he chuckled. "The reason you are here, is because the Valar believe you can help save lives that do not need to be lost."

"They think I can save people? Not to sound like a downer or anything, but i can barely keep myself afloat. I mean, I was living in an apartment that broke so many fire safety regulations I'm lucky I haven't-" Fire flashed before my eyes with the shrill shrieking of the fire alarm screaming at me to get out. As soon as the vision started it was over.

"Yes. They saw your soul leaving your world and decided to bring you here. They heard your wish to be a part of something great." Pity filled his voice as he watched me gasp for breath from the phantom smoke from my vision. Or more accurately, my memory.

Tears filled my eyes. "I'm dead?"

"You are very much alive. They pulled your soul into this realm, and fitted you to a new body. Perhaps our host will allow you to use a mirror to better see yourself." He tried to console me.

I felt numb as I followed the wizard to one specific "hill". Gandalf rapped at the door and waited patiently for a distressed hobbit to answer. I ignored anything they said to one another until I heard Gandalf address me. "My dear, you should introduce yourself."

I didn't want to use my old name. Too many memories. I needed a new name for this new body and new world. I only hesitated a moment before my voice rose from my throat "Call me Meridian"

I stared at my reflection. I was shorter by an inch or two. Roughly five foot now, I might be a bit taller than a dwarf. My features were slightly different. Wide, Childish looking eyes that belied an innocence that disappeared long ago that were adjacent to the bridge of a small nose that upturned slightly, making it look like it belonged on a dolls face. A mouth with plump lips, not too thin or small and not too large set in a small frown. my high cheekbones were still there but my chin took on a heart shape instead of the rounded mess that it used to be. My eyes were still green, but the shade had changed to a deep emerald instead of the pale jade they had been. my hair had grown thick and long, below my knees, the curls were still there but more tame. No frizz. It had deepened into a rich mahogany brown. My hair hid my ears so i wasn't concerned with them. My clothes obviously did not come from my world unless they were from a renaissance faire. Moss greens, the color fresh spring earth and charcoal. A moss green hooded cloak covered a matching tunic and brown armor like corset. Charcoal colored loose pants were stuffed into knee high brown leather boots. A brown leather messenger bag hung at my side. I looked dressed for an adventure. My hair hung about me wildly with leaves and twigs protruding from every which way.

I started detangling my hair, pulling twigs, leaves, and blades of grass from my curly tresses and tossed the bits of plant in the waste basket. As I pulled a particular clump of hair aside i noticed my ear. It curved into a dainty point. I wasn't human. I still felt numb from the realization that this wasn't some prank or dream. I wasn't Samantha the little nerd who loved gardening, and homemaking and hated working for meager tips. I wasnt the young woman that performed in renaissance faires and had sword fights with others for fun. I wasn't human. I was this little thing that was to accompany dwarves of all people to their home. I could only hope I would find a weapon of some sort to use for this adventure. If I was going to do this, I would need a weapon. I finished with my hair and stepped out of the room with the mirror and followed the sound of noisy dwarves. I watched as they ate and yelled across the table to each other. My face remained stoic as they slowly quieted upon seeing me. Gandalf immediately called to me to introduce me. "Meridian, this is Dwalin, Balin, Oin, Gloin, Dori, Nori, Ori, Bifur, Bofur, Bombur, Fili, and Kili. Dwarves, this is Meridian, half dwarf." My eyebrow arched at learning I was half dwarf but I chose not to say anything about it. I made a note to speak to Gandalf about this later. One would think that the wizard would have told me just what i was.

The aproach of a dwarf with dark hair and less beard than the others. "Lady Meridian, would you like some food as well?" This must be Kili. He looks like in the movies. They all do. I continued to stare at this male dwarf waited for my answer.

"I should be fine, thank you. I would not wish to put any more strain on my host than is necessary." I spoke fluidly. Some of the dwarves spluttered indignantly. Kili's ears turned red and he looked rather abashed at my subtle hint to poor Bilbos distress. I sighed. I walked over to a nearby window as the dwarvs continued in their feasting. I distantly heard Gandalf making excuses for my foul mood and the dwarvesgrumbling in reply. After a while I turned to the dwarves throwing dishes around and singing. I watched as poor Bilbo ran around trying to catch his dishes. He finally gave up that hopeless venture, with the dwarves continuing their little game. Finally Bilbo came to Bombur -I think- and saw his dishes cleaned and neatly stacked. Everyone was having fun until the door resounded in loud thunderous knocks.

"He is here."