Author's note: I'm sorry that I heaven't updated in so long. I've moved from one country to another, am looking for a house in yet another one and I've just come back from visiting my best friend. I apologize again, and hope that you all haven't abandoned this story. This story, as all my other, is un-beta'd. If you want to become my beta and make sure that I write, PM me!

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Disclaimer: As always, I don't own the Hobbit. I'm just making them dance to my tune!

I was regretting my decision already. We had just arrived at the Shire, and we were standing in front of Bilbo Baggins' front door. It was round, and very small. It was also built into a hill. I didn't know how they did it, but the hobbits had the ability to build homes in the hills without them collapsing. The dwarfs did the same, but they built their homes in stone. That was more difficult to carve out, but it didn't need as much support.

We weren't alone. There were about eight dwarfs crowded around the door, all pushing in order to get to the front. Which led to them falling on the floor when the door opened. I snorted, drawing a small glare from Gandalf. What? It was funny watching them try to get up. When they finally managed, I swept past them into the house, and looked around for anything that was worth stealing.

I spotted some antiques, but they didn't sell as well as jewelry. People liked pretty stones better than old chairs. I made my way away from the dwarfs, and drifted further into the house. I was making a map in my head so I would always be able to find my way around should I return here for some reason.

I was small for a human, so I didn't have much trouble with the low ceilings. The doors were still too small for me to pass through without ducking, but I had good enough reflexes that that wouldn't be a problem.

I had found the guest rooms already, and I had walked past five panties, all stocked. I didn't know why one hobbit would need so much food, but I guesses it had something to do with they fact that they eat seven times a day. And the weird thing was that most hobbit weren't fat. They just kept on eating, and none of it showed. Strange creatures. But when their homes were threatened, they could be very dangerous.

I had once seen a little hobbit girl beat up a human robber with a doll, of all things. It didn't matter to the kid that the man was three times her size and could snap her neck with a thought, he was in her home and had tried to take her mommas necklace. The guy had ended up outside the little girl's home black and blue, with a bloody nose and a swollen eye. I had taken it upon myself to escort him form the Shire.

After that, nobody had tried to rob the hobbits. They didn't want to run into a little girl with a doll, or the mysterious person in the black cloak who dragged you by your collar out of the Shire, then broke your arms and every finger, then kicked you a few times in the ribs to make sure the message sunk in. Leave the Shire alone.

I smiled as I thought of that little girl, who had spotted me as I dragged that a-hole away from her home. She had smiled at me, and I had taking of my hood and smiled back. Then I had disappeared around the corner, and I never saw the girl again.

I was brought out of my thoughts when the noise that had been in the background suddenly stopped. I turned my head, and knew that it was the King Under The Mountain. Nobody else would be able to shut up twelve rowdy dwarfs. Well, Gandalf could, but I knew he wouldn't bother.

I headed back to the front of the house, taking a different but faster route. I came out at a small doorway that was half hidden by a rug hanging from the wall. The dwarfs were all crowed around the door, and Bilbo looked like he was good and sick of all of them. I couldn't blame him. I had passed a bathroom on my way, and it was stunk to high heaven.

I could see that Thorin, King Without a Mountain was already inside, looking around with disdain. Then he spotted Bilbo, and I could see that he would say something mean. So I did something I am very good at. I scare people by appearing out of nowhere. "So, you are the famous Thorin."

I slipped around the dwarfs, who were all looking at me in confusion. I could hear one of them whisper to another. "Where did she come from?" I shot him a sly grin, then turned my attention back to Thorin, who looked a little red in the face.

"I had expected you to be taller. But you make up for it with the awesome coat and the glare." His face turned back to a normal color, but his expression was one of confusion. "I know you are looking for a burglar, and let me tell you, Bilbo isn't one. He is a respectable hobbit who doesn't deserve to be dragged into your mess."

Now he looked even more confused. "I am a thief. I am a burglar. I have stolen more things in my life than I care to count, and I have never been caught, except when I wanted to be caught. I am quite sure I can steal something from a sleeping dragon." Thorin's confusion cleared, but then he looked at me in disdain.

"You, a burglar? Your a lass." I smirked at him. "A lass that just stole your knife." I held it up as he patted his coat, looking for it. He saw it dangling between two of my fingers, and snatched it from me. "I just stole your knife, and nobody here noticed, despite the fact that they were all looking at me and you."

I leaned against the wall next to me, and he looked ready to take my head off. My next words stopped him in his tracks. "You need an expert burglar. If you don't get one, you won't get your Arkenstone, which means no army to take down the dragon." I gave him a big smile. "Don't you just love the fact that you are dependent on me to save your mountain?"

He turned an even deeper shade of red, then he took a deep breath and seemed to calm himself down. I knew better. He still wanted strangle me, but he had buried the feeling very deep down so he wouldn't act on it. "So you are willing to sneak into a mountain inhabited by a dragon to steal the Arkenstone, risking your life in the process?"

I shook my head. "No, I am willing to sneak into the mountain, making sure to not wake the dragon, grab the Arkenstone and a pair if mithril daggers. Some jewelry, a tiara maybe. We'll see. But I am not doing this if I don't get to choose my own reward." Thorin considered this, then nodded. "On one condition. You don't get the Arkenstone. You try and take it, I will cut of your head." I gave a nod of my own.

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how my part in the Company was made official, instead of Gandalf just saying it. Now we just had to get to the Lonely Mountain.

But of course, things couldn't be this easy for me.

_ - o - _

We had been traveling for about a week when we ran into the trolls. Or more precisely, the trolls ran into our horses, and decided that they were hungry. Thorin had sent Bilbo with food for Fili and Kili, who had been assigned to look after the horses. Ten minutes later, Kili came running into the camp, shouting about trolls and horses and Bilbo.

The dwarfs had rushing in, and had gotten captured. I got pissed, since the trolls had taking my horse too, and Nori owed me three golden coins. So I pulled out one of my throwing knives, and threw it at the eye of one of the trolls. It embedded itself deep into his brain, and he fell. He get back up again.

The second fell to another knife, and the third I took out by walking up to him, jumping on his arm when he swung at me and dragging one of my long daggers along his throat. I stayed on his shoulders until he hit the ground, then jumped off. I grabbed the soup the trolls had been making, and dumped it onto the fire. I cut the ropes holding half of the dwarfs to a pole, and they fell into the ashy soup.

Then I went to the dwarfs tied up in bags and cut them all loose. I did all this without saying a word. When Gandalf came back and saw that the trolls were dead, he instantly looked at me. I looked back at him with tired but angry eyes. "Thorin, I believe we should let Shelia get back to her sleep. She is a good tracker, and will find us when she wakes up. She won't need protection tonight."

I gave him a nod, and walked into the woods. I searched for the tallest tree with the biggest branches, and climbed up when I found it. I climbed until I reached about the middle of the tree, then put my back against the trunk and fell asleep.

I didn't wake as the sun rose, I didn't wake as wargs howled in the distance, I didn't wake as the horses ran under my tree and I didn't wake as an elf horn sounded. I probably wouldn't have woken if a dragon had flown overhead.

I finally woke when night was falling. I climbed down, and went back to the clearing with the three dead trolls. I followed the tracks to a cave, which I went into and I found a nifty elf sword. I took it with me, and went back out again. I then saw the tracks of rabbits and a sled, and knew that they had been visited by Radagast, the Brown wizard.

I also saw two dead wargs, and I hoped the were still alive. I needed the key that Thorin was carrying to get into the mountain. I followed their trail, which zigzagged and found out it led into a pass behind a rock. I knew this led into the kingdom of the elves. I grinned. I couldn't wait to see Elrond again. I wondered if he had gotten over the fact that I had stolen his circlet yet.