Hi guys, this is my first Hobbit fanfiction, so apologies if it is not as great as any you have previously read. I have recently bought myself the boxset of The Hobbit, and I am hooked. I hope you enjoy. Btw this is a fix-it fic, as stated in the summary, so those who don't like those, thank you for clicking anyway. You can still turn back though, I won't blame you.
Anyway, let's start.
Chapter 1 – What in Arda?!
"Why did you convince me to watch it? Now I'm going to cry myself to sleep!" Quinn Diggle moaned as she sat with the tub of chocolate ice cream on the couch. Amelia Rhodes sat on the floor with the empty popcorn bowl in front of her.
"It was YOUR idea to go on a Hobbit Marathon Quinny." She said before giving a little sniff. "Can you please pass me a tissue Em?"
Ember Belmonte lay spread out on the sofa with the tissue box on her stomach. She passed the box to Amelia as she sighed.
"No matter how many times you watch this, it still brings the feels." Both of her friends nodded.
"Yeah, Martin Freeman and Richard Armitage are brilliant actors." Quinn said as she scooped up another spoonful of ice cream. Amelia turned so her back was facing the tv.
"And don't forget Aidan Turner, Evangeline Lilly and Dean O'Gorman." She sighed. "That last scene with Tauriel and Thranduil discussing love sucked!" Ember nodded in agreement.
"I feel sorry for Kili, he never even got his kiss. Not while he was alive anyway." Ember added. Quinn sighed and placed the tub on the coffee table, before hugging her knees and smiling longingly.
"Imagine if we could go there and save them." Amelia giggled.
"Technically, you don't need to save anyone. Ori didn't die." Ember winced and coughed.
"*cough*Balin's tomb*cough*" Amelia frowned.
"Oh yeah, he does die." Quinn groaned, and slid off the couch.
"Now you guys have gone and made me depressed! I swear if I ever…" She frowned mid-rant. "What was that?"
They all fell silent, ears straining for anything unusual. Suddenly the ceiling creaked, seemingly under the weight of a foot. Amelia and Quinn turn to face Ember.
"It came from the attic." Mouthed Amelia in an effort to stay silent. Ember nodded and stood silently, moving to the staircase that lead to the attic. Slowly, she ascended the stairs, pausing only once when a stair creaked under her weight. Amelia and Quinn watched as she disappeared from their sight, before following.
When Ember got to the top, she froze, mouth agape at what she saw. There in the corner of her room, looking through old boxes and photos, was a man clad in grey, holding a familiar staff, with a pointy wizard's hat on his head. The man seemed oblivious to her presence, as he continued to search through her things, pulling out an old photo album. Putting his staff down, he started flipping through the pages, chuckling on occasion. Suddenly, he started turning around. Ember gasped and started moving back down the stairs, almost falling off. Amelia and Quinn were waiting for her at the bottom.
"Well, what is it?" Quinn asked in a whisper. Seeing Ember's pale face and wide eyes made her slightly on edge.
"Is it a rat?" Amelia asked in a high pitched squeak. Ember didn't answer, instead prompting to slap herself hard across the face. After yelping in pain and rubbing her now red cheek a few times, her eyes widened even more, if possible.
"Ok, I'm obviously not dreaming." She whispered, in a shaking voice. Before either of her friends could respond, a voice flited from the attic.
"Ah, if you three would please wait for me in the kitchen, I will be with you shortly." There was a beat. "Oh, and if you have some wine, that would be nice." Quinn and Amelia's eyes widened.
"Is…was…what?" Quinn tried to form words but was unable. Amelia just went on autopilot and started walking to the kitchen. Ember and Quinn followed her silently. Ember got the red wine from the fridge while Quinn got four wine glasses. After pouring the wine they waited in silence as the man descended the stairs.
When he finally entered, it was Quinn and Amelia's turn for gaping mouths.
"Ah yes, thank you." The man said as he reached for one of the glasses of wine and took a sip. "Now, young ladies, my name is Gandalf, as I am sure you know." He gave an all knowing smile as he set the glass down. "I have a proposition for the three of you. Would you care to join me on an adventure?"
The kitchen was silent after Gandalf had spoken. No one moved. Suddenly, Amelia turned to Quinn and Ember.
"Guys, please don't let my head hit the ground." She whispered, before promptly fainting.
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When Amelia came to again, she was lying on the sofa with an ice pack on her head. Quinn and Ember were above her with worried looks on their faces.
"Guys, I had the most messed up dream." She said, stretching as she did so. "Gandalf was in our kitchen, drinking some wine and…" She trailed off when she saw the man creating smoke rings from the couch. "Aw man!" She groaned. Gandalf chuckled at her exclamation as he stood.
"Well, now that we are all coherent again, I think it is time that I explain myself." Gandalf put out his pipe as he walked toward the tv. "I may not be familiar with this world." He picked up the hobbit dvd case from where it lay. "Nor it's forms of entertainment." He put it back on the table, and moved towards the bookcase. "But I do know broken hearts when I see them." He pulled out the Ember's copies of The Hobbit and The Lord of the Rings books, studying them in his hands, before peeking at the girls from beneath his eyebrows. "I believe I can help you heal those hearts." He placed the books on the table as Ember cleared her throat.
"Forgive me, Master Gandalf, but I don't understand. Why are you here?" She asked, though she already had a nasty suspicion she knew the answer. Gandalf folded his arms in front of him.
"I have watched the people of this world for many months now, and none of them wish to change the outcome of Thorin Oakenshield's quest as much as the three of you do." He began pacing. "Such pure emotion and thought should be given a chance of success. And the only way to do it, is if you three join the quest for Erebor." Quinn shook her head.
"But Gandalf, we're aren't heroes. Not warriors or soldiers. We have no clue of how to defend ourselves." She paused, sighing. "Why pick us?" Gandalf turned to her.
"For the same reason I will choose Bilbo Baggins as the company burglar. You give me courage." He walked over to the couch, gaze never leaving them. "Your hearts show the capacity to love unconditionally, and given the chance, I think that certain dwarves would appreciate that love." All three of the girls blushed a deep red at his words. Gandalf sat down again. "Therefore I have chosen you, Quinn Diggle, Amelia Rhodes and Ember Belmonte, to join The Company of Thorin Oakenshield, on their quest to reclaim their homeland."
Once again, silence ruled the living room. Each of the girls sat contemplating their options, before glancing at each other. In that split second, they made their decision. Ember stood proudly.
"When do we leave?"
And there is the first chapter. I'll try to update either late tonight or tomorrow morning.