AN: Hello, people. I know that I've been neglecting all my other stories, but I've decided to post the beginnings of some fanfics that I've had written out a bit.

It's a tragic cliche (that I enjoy and love): "Girl Falls Into/Lives In Middle-Earth and Joins the Company or the Fellowship"

This (and most of my others) are all those, with varying ships.

Disclaimer: I own Io.

xxDragon

A girl stands outside the hobbit-hole, staring impassively at the round, green door. She wears sturdy brown leather boots underneath her brown and green knee-length dress. In the space between the hem and the top of the girl's boot is part of the tail of a green, gold, and red tattooed dragon, spiraling up her leg. The brown cloak she wears is blood splattered, although of nice make. The hood is drawn up, the only part of her face visible being her upturned nose, her lips fixed in a snarl, sharp and elongated canine teeth that can only be described as fangs, and her chin. Reddish-brown waves of hair fall down her shoulders to her armpits.

The girl raises a leather-braced hand and knocks thrice. When there is no response for a minute, she sighs. "Oh, fer-" louder, she continues, her voice husky, "open th' damn door 'fore I kick i' in!"

A second later, the door is flung open. In front of the girl stands what she presumes is a Hobbit.

He looks rather flustered, she thinks as he stammers a "B-Bilbo Baggins at your-"

The girl cuts him off. "Save i,' Halflin'." Shoving past him, she slings a bow off her shoulder, yanking an arrow out of the quiver that is also hidden under her cloak.

Stomping over to the dining room, trailing a nervous Bilbo Baggins behind her, the arrival knocks the arrow, aiming at the tallest figure (not too hard, the room is filled with dwarves.), clad in grey.

"Who are you?" asks a dwarf with blonde hair and a short braided moustache.

She ignores him, and instead snarls at the tall man, "A hill full, a hole full, yet ye cannae catch a bowl full. Wha' am I?"

The man's eyes widen. "Iohikäärme? It cannot be. You fell!"

"Answer th' damned question, afore I shoot!" the girl, Iohikäärme yells.

"Mist," the man replies, causing the girl to shove the arrow back into the quiver and sling the bow back over her shoulder. "But that doesn't explain how you are alive!"

She shrugs, putting on a facade of carelessness and shoving a dwarf with what looks like a starfish on his head out of his seat. "Lon' story. I' took longer 'an 'xpected t' regenera'. An' las' I checked," her voice takes on a sly undertone, "I'm still me father's daugh'er"

AN: "Iohikäärme" is my variation of the Finnish word "Lohikäärme"

"Iohikäärme" is pronounced "EYE-oh-hih-kuh-arm-UH"

At least, that's the way, I'm making it sound.

I'll post the meaning next chapter. Maybe. Probably not.

xxDragon