"Gandalf what was that?" Bilbo asked quietly standing at the wizard's side as they all stared at where a bright light had seemed to explode only seconds before, and then darkness had reigned once more.

He stared at where the light was, a strange feeling having come over him that he was supposed to go there. "I have no idea," he admitted as he wondered. "It would be best if you stayed here," he told the dwarves. "Come with me Master Baggins," he said before taking his staff and beginning the walk down the hill they'd made camp atop of.

"W-what?" Bilbo stuttered, reluctant to follow after in fear of whatever creature they would find. He sighed unhappily before trodding after the wizard, staying behind his long gray cloak as he tried to peek around.

"Here we are," Gandalf said softly after they'd walked a short ways.

Bilbo looked around Gandalf timidly before moving to stand beside him confused. "What's a woman doing all the way out here? And what on earth is she wearing?" he asked seeing she was not only in pants but that they were incredibly tight, as well as her shirt which barely covered her at all.

Gandalf didn't answer him, instead he handed his staff to Bilbo and knelt beside the young woman. Not a single thread of recognition was wound in his brain, she was entirely new to him – as was her current state for she did not appear to be alive. But he knew that light, what it meant; it was the ripping of time, which meant this girl was not supposed to be here. Though other than her body, Gandalf wasn't sure she was entirely here yet.

…

"Hello?" Nora called down the long hall she'd woken up in, hundreds of doors lining the walls on both sides. She looked to her right and then to her left seeing neither way looked like it ever ended, and it left her to decide which way to go. "Where am I?" she asked taking small steps to her left. "Isn't there anyone there?"

She looked around herself helplessly when no one answered, reaching her hand out to a doorknob fearful of what she would find when she opened it. The moment she saw through the light she slammed the door closed, her heart racing unable to believe what she'd seen. It took her a moment to catch her breath before she convinced herself to peek in again, and so she opened the door a crack and looked inside. It was the same horrid bright light that pierced her eyes, but squinting to see past it she saw what looked to be the taillights of a car sinking into a river. And then she realized she was staring at her car, with her inside as she drowned, and she shut the door again.

She forced herself to step back, forced herself to breathe in and out before turning down the hall and walking forward. It was several feet before she reached for another door, inhaling sharply and exhaling slowly to gather the courage to turn the knob. A smile lit her face when she saw the party inside, she could practically hear the music and feel the euphoria; it looked like a scene straight out of The Great Gatsby. She watched as the young girls in their loose dresses danced and smoked with feathers in their hair. And the men, they looked so dapper in their suits with their hair slicked back. "Incredible," she breathed as she continued to watch the scene wide eyed in awe.

Closing the door she walked down the hall, peeking through different doors to find that she was going back time – the future behind her but she was too enraptured to do anything more than continue on her way. She saw different places in different times, traveling all over the world through the past by doing no more than opening and closing doors. And down and down she went, skipping more doors to find something new and exciting waiting in one further down. Until she found herself staring at an Earth that didn't really look like Earth anymore. Even the trees looked strange, until in one door she realized that some of them could walk – even speak if she waited long to listen. Not even the people were the same: some looked like the humans she had expected to see, though there were others who looked much different. There were short round little people, who possibly went no higher than her shoulder, and thick hair on their feet – they were a merry bunch. The others were not quite so merry, though twice as round; and she found herself envious of the way the many braids they fashioned in their hair and beards. And then the other, more beautiful than any one person she had ever seen before; long lithe bodies, pointy ears, she was in awe of them.

But she stayed longer at one moment in time than she had the others; the sight of the short stout raven haired young man had brought her up short. It wasn't his handsome face that kept her attention, though it was what captured it, and it wasn't that he was a dwarf – which she did not know at the time. He was royalty, that much she could see in his face and the way he carried himself, in a wondrous kingdom under a mountain. She had opened the door to see the man walking through his kindom, his hair blowing in a heavy wind, his eyes wide with the fear etched on his face. If there was ever a defining moment in her life, it would be this one as she watched the short man and his people stand against a terrible dragon – which she had never thought to have existed. She saw his horror, saw his bravery and courage. And later, after the dragon had passed and he had led his people away from his mountain, she saw his tears.

He fascinated her with his strength, his valor, his drive; he would make a fine king. And it was that thought that moved her to the next door, bearing witness to a battle with horrid looking creatures. She thought perhaps there was no one stronger than this man. He was stubborn too, rude and sometimes cruel. Though after standing for so long staring into his life she had watched him lose everything – his kingdom, his grandfather and then father, his brother. As the years passed in his life she watched him grow hard, watched the young happy man he used to be shrivel up and die inside him – and it saddened her, because he would have made a great king.

But life had a funny way of ruining plans, as she knew from her own experience. And she watched as he, along with twelve other men of his race began the journey to reclaim his kingdom – watched him almost die three times before they even reached the mountain. Patience had never been her strongest suit, and so she moved to the next door to watch him become king, knowing he and his men would find a way to kill the dragon. That was not the sight she was met with. She, instead, opened the door to find another battle – one bigger than she had ever imagined possible – full of humans and the small bearded men and what she guessed to be elves with their pointy ears, and the horrid deformed creatures from before. There was much death to be seen, heartache and pain. But it was one man, who she had been watching, that she wished so greatly to live. Yet she watched him and his nephews fall as well.

"He can't die," she said as though there was someone listening. "He was supposed to be king." She closed that door and went back to the others, frantically trying to go back hoping the past would change and knowing it wouldn't. Five doors, that was the span of his life, the span of almost three hundred years; the first door she knew was before the dragon came, she didn't want that one. She wanted the one before he took the quest, before he met the small man with the hairy feet. Not a single thought was running through her head, only that he couldn't die because it wasn't fair. And so she opened the door she thought she wanted, and without a second thought or wondering the consequence, she stepped through. But she had been wrong, meeting with the small man had been at the end of the third door – she'd stepped into the fourth, after the quest had already started. And in a flash of burning white light she fell through time, everything that had happened in the strange hall after she'd drowned burning from her mind until she no longer knew why she had come.

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The dwarves had all gathered around Gandalf curiously when he'd returned carrying the girl, their not so hushed whispers grating on the wizard's ears as he tried to find where she was. "Would you hush for a moment," he said gruffly silencing them.

Thorin stared down at her sleeping face wondering the same as the others. A thought came to him, she looked familiar in the strangest of ways; he knew her pretty face, as though he had made her smile once, had heard her voice. As quickly as the thought had come to him it passed for he did not think he ever had met her. Now he stood wondering what they would do with her.

"Mister Gandalf?" Balin asked, the dwarf closest to her as he inspected her closely. "She's not breathing."

That caused many of the dwarves to turn to each other to whisper what that meant, and why the wizard knelt and waited so fervently for her to wake when she was dead. Before he could answer her chest heaved surprising them all with the sudden movement. "Come now," Gandalf urged placing a hand on her head, "wake up."

Her brows knit together, her chest still heaving though she did not draw breath. It was a long few moments before she finally did, and coughed up the last bit of water in her throat.

She breathed deeply as she opened her eyes, finding herself surrounded by several unknown faces. "Where am I?"

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