Hi guys this is my first Hobbit story. I hope you guys like it. I dunno whether to do Kili x OC or Thorin x OC. Let me know in what you think and which I should do.

DISCLAIMER: I own NOTHING only my OC: Sheanagh.

The rain poured from the heavens leaving a film of water on every surface. Grey clouds loomed over Dublin city as people rushed with umbrellas and hoods. On particular lady with a handbag on her shoulder and a number of books and files pressed to her chest stepped of the Dublin bus. The music teacher frowned having forgot her umbrella or any decent rain gear darted across the road and into the apartment.

Fiddling with the keys, she grumbled opening the door of the Georgian house and trod up the stairs, cursing her apartment on the third floor.

"So smart Sheanagh, choose the apartment on the top floor. Good workout" she chided herself, thoroughly drenched and she reached the top floor. Unlocking the door she hung her wet red trench coat by the radiator to dry it. Her blouse and pencil skirt soak and were like a second skin on her petite frame. She was quite petite, only reaching 5 ft and her shape a curve and slim size 10 UK. She was happy with her figure, she worked hard for it.

She sighed changing into a pink tank top and a pair of baggy pyjama boxer shorts. Sitting on the couch with a steaming cup of tea, she set to work, planning the next day's classes. Just as she opened the text books a lightning flash lit up her living room. She jumped dropping her book. It was close. Moving over to the window she looked out at the weather.

"Jesus Christ" she murmured, slicking her wet blonde hair back as her deep green eyes peered out over the roofs of the south side of Dublin. The lightning struck again, just outside the window screaming the jumped back as the world around her faded to white.

Laughter and ruckus filled the halls of Bilbo Baggins' hobbit hole. The dwarves were carrying plates of ham, potatoes, beef, more foods than one could count much to the dismay of a very flustered Bilbo Baggins.

"Put that back! Leave it! That's Grandpa Bongo's chair, not for sitting put that back" he ordered he cheeks getting redder and redder. Gandalf watched as a playful smile graced his lips as he held the tiny wine glass previously given to him by Dori.

"She shall be here soon" he thought as the dwarves sat down to feast. He stood in the hallway where his head almost touched the ceiling. "These dwarves need a female presence. A strong one, some of them would need a mother figure" he thought looking at Ori, "a sisterly figure" looking at Nori, Dori, Bifur, Bofur and Bombur, "and a daughterly figure." He smiled looking at Dwalin, Balin and especially Thorin as the feast raged on.

During the middle of the feast he stood up tall.

"Kili and Fili I am in need of your assistance." He boomed playfully. "The fifteenth member of your company is about to arrive. Fili hold out your arms" he instructed. Silence settled around the dwarves as they watched what Gandalf was doing. Silently he lifted his stall to the ceiling and started to crave a ruin.

"W..What are you doing to my ceiling?!" cried Bilbo. His question went unanswered as Gandalf continued. He nodded to the dwarves as the ruin began to glow. A flash of light radiated from the ruin as the Gandalf stood back. As the light cleared, a silhouette of a woman, it was then followed by a loud "oomppff".

The dwarves stood up in shock as they looked at what or rather who landed in Fili's arms. Kili got the first look at her. She was small, probably the same height as him, a little shorter than Dwalin who was 5'3 very tall for a dwarf. Her skin was fair, yet was slightly tanned having seen the sun. He blushed at her clothing, her arms, legs AND cleavage was showing. He couldn't take his eyes away. Her face was soft and heart shaped with rosy lips, and her hair. Kili groaned inwardly at her hair. It was a darker shade than Fili's but literally the colour of gold and long.

Gandalf watched his eyebrows quirked upward at the dwarf's reaction, Bombur and Bofur's were completely red and poor Ori looked like his eyes were about to pop out of his head. He chuckled at the reaction much better than he hoped. A hard knock at the door shook everyone out of their thoughts.

"Gandalf, what do we do with the lass?" Fili practically screamed at him, awful uncomfortable at her state of dress and that his uncle will see her in his arms. Kili nodded vigorously. "Why is she so sparsely clad? Is she a wench?" he asked looking unsure. Gandalf groaned and opened the door.

"Bilbo allow me to introduce the leader of our company Thorin Oakenshield, and the unconscious young lady is Lady Sheanagh." He smiled looking at Bilbo then Thorin.

Thorin stopped in his tracked and glared at Gandalf.

"I though this place would be easy to find, I lose my way, twice." He sighed, "Who is this? Our quest is no place for a woman" he growled circling Fili and Kili looking disappointed at them.

"Uncle we did nothing..." Kili began but they were interrupted by a groan coming from Fili's arms. Thorin moved closer looking in her face as did Fili, Kili, Bofur and Bilbo.

"That is not wise..." Gandalf started but was silenced by a loud scream, the lady bounded out of Fili's arms and clung to the wall panting and wide eyed. Thorin looked at her surprise, impressed by her speed.

"Be calm my child, you are safe." Gandalf began, he moved closer as if to approach a skittish pony. "You are safe here" he repeated. Her eye flickered up to him, it was then Thorin noticed her eyes, green like an emerald again his interest peaked.

"G...Gandalf? Gandalf the Grey?" she questioned, her soft voice carrying life a long missed tune to the dwarves. It had been to long since they were I the presence of a woman.

"Aye Lassie, you are safe wit' us" commented Bofur. He smiled at her, while she stared. This caused her to look at the rest of the dwarves. Her eyes widened, she recognised them each one, the last one made her almost freeze.

"T...Thorin Oakenshield… your Thorin O...Oakenshield." she stuttered. Gandalf led her into the room where Kili and Fili sat looking at her.

"I have brought Lady Sheanagh here for your quest" Gandalf told them as they all sat at the table occasion all looking at her. "Her ancestry is important. She is descendant of the Celtic war hero Cú Chulláin. She is a good cook, an excellent seamstress and highly educated thus making her good at negotiations. Plus she is an excellent singer. The perfect addition to your quest even if she does not know it" He added smiled at her. She started at Gandalf in shock, hardly any of that was true.

"Excuse me, but why am I being discussed? I am able to speak." She questioned as she stood up and raised a finely groomed eyebrow.

"You do not have a say in this woman!" spat Thorin before turning back to Gandalf. Sheanagh literally growled and kicked her chair back against the wall with a loud thud.

"What did you call me?" she spat back crossing her arms. Thorin stood and glared her and sat down.

"You sexist pig!" she marched up and stood directly in front of him. The other dwarves watched in shock. "You know, just because you have a penis and the 'family jewels' does not give you the right to talk down to me. I am equal to you, not an object or lesser than you because I have breasts" she snarled animatedly point to her chest in her low cut tank top, she was so glad she wore a push up. She spotted his eyes lingering on her breast. "Oi Sherlock eyes are on my face. If you want to talk about me, or discuss me, ask me! And treat me with respect!" she growled and marched off to the kitchen. Thorin stood there dumbfounded and smiled. This woman had spirit, she actually had him impressed. The dwarves stared in silence.

"Gandalf she is coming give her and Mister Baggins the contracts." He smirked.