Chapter Eins

"In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit."- J.R.R. Tolkien, The Hobbit

Gwenneth Maccabee had decided at that moment that she had had enough. The burly face of her boss stood before her, towering over her 5'6" 130 pound frame. The faintest sheen of sweat glimmered in the natural light from the windows on his brow. One sentence he had said caused his musty office to be near silent, the only sound to be heard being the cheap desk fan that had continued to whir in a circle, oblivious to the tension between the two people in the room.

"What?" Gwen said, looking in the eye.

"You're fired. Get out." He said abruptly, not even having the decency to look at her face, turning around and plopping unto his leather seat with a thump. Gwen clenched her fists; today had been bad enough as it was, and she certainly didn't need to add this to the ever growing list of reasons why today had to be the worst day to grace the earth for Gwen. She inhaled through her nose, attempting to keep her calm. She failed. Her hands unclenched, palms still stinging around the half moon marks left by her fingernails. Abruptly, her right hand slammed onto the faux wood of his desk. Pushing her hand to the left in an agonizingly slow motion, Gwen swiped the top of his desk clean. Every item on his painfully unorganized desk now lay on the carpeted floor, from papers to bills to the occasional knick knack. Huffing like an angered bull, she muttered one word just audible for both of them to hear.

"Bullshit"

Gwen, having decided that today was a day to continue in her cheap apartment, surrounded by the familiar items of her home, stomped out of the room. This job had been the only thing she had going for groceries and everyday items, as she was trying her very best (which might have not been enough at that point) to not succumb to the temptation that was the student loan.

Tugging on her well worn coat and grabbing her irkingly cheery yellow umbrella, she stepped into the wide sidewalk outside, putting up her cheery umbrella as her only defense against the onslaught of rain. The cold rain pouring out of the clouds onto the device was punishment enough for being what Gwen had decided was far too happy, she concluded. Gwen pulled her coat tighter around her body, biting back a shiver at the sting of frosty wind on her face. What reasons she had for deciding to move to New Hampshire for Dartmouth were not good enough. How people could stand living here their whole lives was lost to Gwen as she trudged through the puddles to the bus stop. She stood out here, among these Northerners. She had color, they were pale, her accent long and stupid sounding compared to their clipped tones. Gwen much prefered Oklahoma to the foreign land that was New Hampshire.

Shaking her head with a sigh, she pushed past a happy couple that was holding hands. Grumbling, she went over the mental list of why today was the worst. First, she had to take a taxi, only to discover she had left her wallet at home, she had gotten mud all over her favorite pair of high tops, her lunch had fallen out of it's container thus spilling it's contents all over her bag, and had just gotten fired from her job. Wonderful. Finally, she arrived at her bus stop.

She sat down on the steel metal bench and waited. And waited. She looked to her watch to check the time, and to her chagrin, found that it was 6:20 instead of 5:20 when she had arrived. Huffing, she trudged through the streets to her apartment.

Her apartment complex was a large, slightly trashy place. If one knew what buildings to avoid (Apartment 2B, 1B, and 3A were some of said apartments), they could pass through undisturbed. Gwen, having been a resident for a year, had a set path she took to get to her building (5C). Gwen trekked through the forested sidewalk as the sun set over the trees. As she walked, Gwen could've sworn she saw something glimmering under the bushes. Curious, she walked closer, peering through the dark leaves.

It was a hole, a pit in the earth. It seemed as though the pebbles in the dirt were lit with an unearthly glow. Gwen reached down and grabbed one. Suddenly, a bright flash of multicolored light filled her vision, and everything went dark.

Okay, so having read The Hobbit and watching all the movies, I began reading Kili fanfiction. And when you read fanfiction you tend to want to write some of your own. So, here I am! I read the Hobbit in the fourth grade and didnt understand some of it (getting another copy soon) so if I mess up the plot or get something off please tell me! Also, this is the first time I've written in third person, so these chapters might be a little funky until I get used to it. Thanks for reading! :)