So this is my first Hobbit fic. Please please please review. i only own Lola who is pretty damn awesome. Give it a read, and tell me what you think!
Lola sat in the park, laying on her coat, reading. She was enjoying the warmth of the sun, and the beauty of the park. She was reading her favourite book, about Perseus, son of Zeus. Her pale blonde curls fell over her shoulders, as her dark blue eyes devoured her book. She read fast, and was entranced reading about Perseus' mission to defeat the gorgon, Medusa. Eventually, the sky grew darker, and she knew she had to leave. She gathered her things, and made her way back to the subway. Once on the train, she buried her head in her book again. It was a long way before she was home, and the train grew increasingly more crowded. Eventually, she was hemmed in between two well built men. She sat quietly, not saying a word, even though she was very uncomfortable. Finally the train got to her stop, and she squeezed herself out, and off the train.
She began the long walk home, sticking headphones into her ears, and sticking some Green Day on. She trudged along, singing at the top of her lungs, taking joy in the simple pleasure of singing. Eventually she turned into her road, and walked up the path to her house. She unlocked the door, and stepped inside. Lola dumped her bag on the floor, and rescued her book from its depths. She plodded into the kitchen, and made herself some toast, with extra jam. Devouring that she read her book and ignored the familiar sounds of an argument in the living room. Eventually it became too much and she headed upstairs, finishing her book. She sat on the ground by her bookcase and searched for another. She decided on The Hobbit. Losing herself in Tolkien's world, she fell asleep.
Lola woke to the sounds of banging, and yelling. 'Lola! My dear girl, please get up or we will be late. I don't know why you're napping at this time of day!' Gandalf said exasperatedly. Lola sat up moving her hair out of her face. Gandalf helped her to her feet, and she looked down. She was wearing a pale green tunic, with pale brown trousers, she had good boots on and strapped to her waist and back was a knife, and a long handled axe. 'Umm, Gandalf?' Lola asked uncertainly. She was sure she was dreaming. How on earth could she be in Middle Earth? Gandalf looked down at her. 'Oh, I'm ever so sorry, my dear. I've forgotten to explain. It seems that higher powers have brought you here to help. Don't ask me who, I've no idea. But you're here, and thats what matters, we need all the help we can get. Now, come along, we've got a bit of a walk.'
Gandalf led Lola and a small group of dwarves through woods, fields and marshes. Lola's clothes were splattered with mud, her hair getting in the way. 'Does anyone have anything I could tie my hair back with?' She asked, moving her hair out of her face for the millionth time. Ori, one of the dwarves handed her a small thin piece of material. It looked strong enough to hold her hair back, so she slipped it underneath and tied it on top of her head. She smiled and thanked him. Eventually they reached a small village, where small people stared at them curiously. They went up a hill, and stopped at a round green door, with a small mark on it. Gandalf knocked sharply and moments later the door opened.
'I can only say it is in very poor taste!' A small man opened the door suddenly, breaking off when he saw them. The dwarves fell over, but Gandalf grabbed hold of Lola so she didn't fall. She smiled up at him gratefully. 'Gandalf!' The small man exclaimed. They entered the house, passing the man, and the dwarves went straight to the pantry. 'Lola, let me introduce you to some of our company.' Gandalf said, leading her into the kitchen. He introduced her to a tall fierce looking dwarf, named Dwalin. He smiled at her and clapped her on the back, before walking away. 'Fili, Kili, come here a moment please!' Gandalf called, and two young dwarves came over. 'Lola, this is Fili and Kili,' the blondey-red haired one nodded when Gandalf said Fili, and he smiled at her. Kili smiled too, and held out his hand. Lola shook it firmly. 'Ahh, nice strong handshake, well looks like no one will mess with you!' Kili laughed and Lola giggled. Gandalf left her sitting at the table, that soon filled up with dwarves. There was one seat left next to her, and Fili came walking across the table handing out mugs of ale. He sat down next to her and Kili, gave her a wink, and downed his ale with the others.
They ate happily, telling jokes, and throwing food to each other. Lola got full up quickly and gave the rest of her food to Fili and Kili. They chatted away to her, asking her how she knew Gandalf. She explained as best as she could. Considering she didn't fully understand how she had come to be there. Lola helped clean up, listening to the dwarves sing a song, and generally annoy Bilbo even more. Bilbo looked a bit stunned when he saw all his plates clean and his kitchen tidy. There was a loud knock at the door.
Lola stood at the back of the group of dwarves. Watching as Thorin inspected Bilbo. She watched him stroll around, as though he belonged there. He caught her eye as he turned to walk into the kitchen. Lola smiled gently, and he returned it with a curious smile of his own.
Lola sat at the table again, between Fili and Kili, watching them debate about taking back Erebor, their homeland. She watched quietly, listening to their explanations. Bofur, explained to Bilbo about the dragon. 'Well that would be a reference to Smaug the Terrible, chiefest and greatest calamity of our age. Airborne fire-breather, teeth like razors, claws like meathooks, extremely fond of precious metals-' Bilbo looked annoyed.
'Yes, I know what a dragon is.' Lola giggled, much to the amusement of Fili and Kili. She listened to the shouting, and watched as they broke out into an argument. Thorin called for silence in dwarvish and somehow Lola understood. 'Shazara! (silence) If we have read these signs, do you not think others will have read them too? Rumours have begun to spread. The dragon Smaug has not been seen for 60 years. Eyes look east to the Mountain, assessing, wondering, weighing the risk. Perhaps the vast wealth of our people now lies unprotected. Do we sit back while others claim what is rightfully ours? Or do we seize this chance to take back Erebor? Du Bekâr! Du Bekâr! (to arms! to arms!)'
'You forget the front gate is sealed, there is no way into the mountain,' Balin reminded them. Gandalf gave a smug smile. 'That my dear Balin, is not entirely true.' He pulled his hand out of his cloak, and he held a silver key in his hands. Thorin looked stunned. 'How came you by this?' He asked. 'It was given to me by your father, by Thrain for safekeeping. It is yours now.' He said handing Thorin the key. 'These runes speak of a hidden passage to the lower halls.' Fili looked amazed. 'If there's a key, there must be a door!' He said in wonderment. Lola rolled her eyes at the stupid statement. 'Well, if we can find it, but dwarf doors are invisible when closed. The answer lies hidden somewhere in this map and I do not have the skill to find it. But there are others in Middle-earth who can. The task I have in mind will require a great deal of stealth, and no small amount of courage. But, if we are careful and clever, I believe that it can be done.' Gandalf said firmly. 'That's why we need a burglar!' Said Ori, and Bilbo nodded in agreement.
'And a good one too. An expert I should imagine.'
Lola tuned out when they started arguing again. It was only when they had gone quiet did she pay attention. 'Terms: Cash on delivery, up to but not exceeding one fourteenth of total profit, if any. Seems fair. Eh, Present company shall not be liable for injuries inflicted by or sustained as a consequence thereof including but not limited to lacerations ... evisceration … incineration?' Bilbo gulped and looked round. Bofur smiled cheerily. 'Oh aye, he'll melt the flesh of your bones in a blink of an eye.' Bilbo looked pale.
'You alright laddie?' Balin asked. He nodded, and took big, deep breaths.
'Uh, yeah feel a bit faint.' Lola smiled, she felt sorry for him.
'Think furnace with wings!' Bofur explained unhelpfully. Bilbo flapped his hands, and took even bigger deep breaths. 'Air.. I, I, need air' Bilbo gasped.
'Flash of light. Searing pain. Then Poof! You're nothing more than a pile of ash!' Bofur told him. 'Hmm... Nope.' Bilbo said, fainting. Gandalf shook his head.
'Ahh, very helpful Bofur.'
Lola fell asleep late that night, in one of Bilbo's many comfy armchairs. listening to the dwarves sing.