Welcome, readers! I have had this idea in my head since I was forced to watch Fellowship by my big sister (very scared of it back then), so there are bits and pieces, that I have had from the beginning that I do not wish to change, even though now I know much more about the storylines of The Hobbit and The Lord of the Rings. So, there will be small details that are more personal choices over what is actually within the plotline. If you don't like it, I am sorry.

Disclaimer: I only own the rights to Avril.

Bilbo's P.O.V.:

How had it come to be that four Dwarves suddenly showed up at my home when I hardly ever have any guests? There are so many more people I can imagine visiting, strangely enough, over four Dwarves!

Oh, great, and now the doorbell is ringing for a fourth time! Well, isn't that just wonderful!"Go away," I shouted as I walked from the pantry towards the front door. "There are far too many Dwarves in my kitchen as it is. If this is some blockhead's idea of joke, I must say, it is in very poor taste."

Just as I opened the door, eight more Dwarves suddenly came tumbling through and into my entryway. There, behind all of them, sticking his head head, was none other than of course, Gandalf the Grey! However, there was someone else, that I definitely did not intend to see amongst the number of males suddenly in my home. There, I saw a girl—she must have been considered a young woman within the race of Men—peeking her way around Gandalf. All I could see was the top of her shoulders, her head, and her black wavy hair hanging down low as she looked into my home with more curiosity than shyness or fear. She had large gray eyes. rippling with awe, that showed just how fascinated she was with the surroundings of the hobbit hole.

Avril's P.O.V.:

Well, this was certainly an awkward moment. All of the Dwarves and Gandalf were running around back and forth between the pantry and what I assume was either a kitchen or a dining room. I'm not fully sure what it was, to be quite honest. There was a table with many of chairs, but also a little area to cook in. I would definitely have to get used to the ways that different cultures ate.

I noticed that our host, a Mr. Bilbo Baggins, was also chasing after the Dwarves, giving off worried commands as he feared that they would break or mangle something important to him. Though, I didn't really see what was so important about an old chair or a doily. Maybe they were things more precious to Hobbits than to my people.

Suddenly, he came over to me.

"Forgive me," he said as he looked up at to me. He was a good foot and a half shorter than I was, which was rather strange. I was a surprisingly short creature, standing only about five feet tall. "But what is your name?"

I was surprised that he wanted to know my name when he hadn't even asked any of the Dwarves, but I suppose he was more comfortable talking to to me who wasn't as brash or loud as the rest of them. "Oh, my name is-" I was about to say when I saw that Gandalf was watching me. Realizing I was watching him back for support, I cleared my throat and looked back to Bilbo. "Avril, of Gondor. That is my name."

Bilbo nodded in slight understanding, though he looked at me as though something were off, like something was crawling on my face. "Tell me, Avril, how old are you exactly? You seem to be quite young to be traveling with a number of Dwarves and a wizard."

"I have seen eighteen winters in my lifetime," I replied with a slight smile, trying to break the tension that I could slowly begin to feel rising. I hardly ever lied, mostly because my family knew so well when I was doing so, and so lying now had been making my skin crawl. However, I wasn't lying about my age, so there wasn't much to worry about. Right?

"That means that you've come of age in Gondor, yes?" Bilbo asked curiously.

"Yes, that's right," I said with another small smile as I nodded my head. I kept my arms behind my back, a hand wrapped around my wrist to try and keep them both from shaking.

"Though you are indeed of age, I wonder how it is that such a young girl found herself traveling with a band of Dwarves.

"Oh, I wouldn't say she's traveling with us," said one of the Dwarves as he came over to Bilbo and I. I think his name began with a B, but I wasn't fully sure. He had on a very oddly shaped hat while he had black hair in two braids that curved at the ends to match the movement of the hat and a mustache that curled at the edges and went down to his chin. Though for a Dwarf, he hardly had a beard at all. "In fact, who are you, Young Lass?"

Before I had any time to even comprehend what was going on, I was suddenly sitting at the table with the twelve Dwarves—that's strange, Gandalf said there would be thirteen—Gandalf, and Bilbo standing a ways off.

"She is my companion," Gandalf said. Luckily for me, he was the one who was going to do all of the talking right now. "While traveling on The Great East Road on my way here, I found her riding a horse and being chased by a band of Orcs. Her parents had fallen victim to their weapons but she managed to get away. I assisted her and dispatched the Orcs and saved her life. Now, she travels with me." He stopped then momentarily to look towards Bilbo, but the dear Hobbit was in the pantry, looking about at the empty shelves. However, Gandalf seemed to be happy that Bilbo wasn't listening to my backstory. "She knows of the dangers that are to come, and she wants to be considered a member of the Company, but she does not wish to have a share of the fortune. She understands that she was not included in the original process—how could she be?—and that is why she is not going to burden anyone with a one-fifteenth of the profit. She simply wants to help in our endeavour.

One of the Dwarves that was across the table with blonde hair looked around at the rest of the Dwarves. No one said anything, so he (I think his name is Fili) was the one to speak. "I think it is agreed that we do not mind her being here. However, you would have to go over it with Thorin when he arrives."

So, let me know what you all think! Yes, there are supposed to be very subtle/slap-you-in-the-face names and words used within the titles and chapters, really just to joke around. I hope you liked it!