Part 2 of More to The Story. It's about a family that are the key-holders and Gatekeepers between our world/Wizarding World and Middle Earth. Adventure, friendships, and love. Part 2 picks up at the beginning of Desolation of Smaug, with a stronger Harry Potter influence. This helps tie the books together. OC's and real characters.

Witches and cousins, Jordan Drake and Karah Paisley, continue traveling with the company of Thorin Oakenshied in the hopes of arriving safely to LakeTown; where what is left of their family is waiting for them. Their grandparents are the Gatekeepers between Middle Earth and the Wizard/Muggle world. It has been their family's duty to ensure the safety of the doors and keep them hidden from the Dark Lords and their evil magic. But they have all been betrayed and the Dark Lords of the worlds seek to rule over all…

I do not own anything from the Hobbit or Harry Potter; only the OC's and their story. All Harry Potter/Hobbit references and characters belong to J.K. Rowling, J. R. R. Tolkien, and Peter Jackson.


"Jordan!" Karah called loud enough to carry her voice but not so much that it could alert an enemy lurking about. She had climbed a tree in her search and held tight to the branches so she would not fall. She was not the climber that her cousin was and knew that was where she needed to keep eyes open too. Bifur searched from the ground, following her trail. They both saw and heard her at the same time. "Bifur! Over there!" Karah pointed.

The dwarf looked to where Karah was pointing and ran to Jordan's tree. It was shaking fiercely as she clutched it for dear life. It was like she was having a seizure. He was about to climb up when Jordan let go and started to fall from her branch. It was not a quick, as she hit many limbs. He was able to catch her so she did not land on the hard ground. Carefully, he cradled her in his arms before he laid her down to check for injuries. Her eyes were closed and her breathing was quite labored. He shook her shoulders and pattered her cheeks to wake her. His worry was that of a father and he thought she might be out for a while.

Immediately feeling his hands on her, Jordan's eyes shot open. She grabbed his fingers tried to bend them backwards. He ripped himself away and sat back while she got her bearings. When she calmed down and recognized him, she signed her apology and accepted his help to sit up. He smiled down at her, happy that she was alright, and proud that she would do everything she could to defend herself.

"Jordan, what happened?" Karah asked out of breath from running to her.

Jordan would have groaned if they could hear it. I had a nightmare.

"You feel asleep in the tree?" Karah was dumbfounded by that notion.

Impressive. Bifur nodded. Are you hurt?

I don't know. Oh yeah. Jordan thought. Her insides were screaming at her, but she had to pretend otherwise. She rubbed her eyes and checked over the outside of body. There were new cuts and welts dotting her skin from her fall. She touched her cheek and felt a bump starting to form. Her hands were numb from clutching the branch so tightly. And she had a large scrape on her non-tattooed forearm. Her chin and jaw were still sore from where Milhauke pinched her face.

"Let's get back to the others, and we can patch you up there." Karah decided. She took Jordan's bag from her shoulder while Bifur helped her to her feet.

Jordan tried to walk but the pain Milhauke inflicted made it difficult. He tortured her twice this time, each longer than the last. The first time he ever did it only lasted a couple seconds. He wanted her to have a taste for what would happen if she displeased him. Now, every time he did it, he dragged it out a little longer. She could not tell anyone what happened, it would lead to too many questions. They could not find out what she was up too. They might try to stop her, and her brother and the rest of the family would be murdered. She did not care what happened to herself anymore.

I just need to sit for a few minutes. Jordan stated and found a rock to rest.

Bifur and Karah waited until she was ready, and stood when she did. Bifur saw that she was close to stumbling, so he took her arm over his shoulder. At first she tried to push away, but soon realized she would not get too far without help. With his other hand, Bifur firmly held onto her waist to keep her upright as they walked.

It was a good thing they did not have far to go. They found the company still eating and tending to their own duties. They all looked up at the three returning, wondering what happened. Bifur sat Jordan down in the middle of the group for protection purposes; Karah and Oin moving in to treat her. Fili and Kili had just emerged from using the bushes when they saw Jordan being cared for.

"What happened?" Kili asked Karah, watching the scape on her arm shrink and disappear by magic.

Karah next pointed her wand at Jordan's bruised cheek. "She said she had a nightmare."

"A nightmare?" Kili repeated with confusion. "How would you get all these injuries from a nightmare?"

Fili kept his gaze on Jordan, waiting for a reply. His anxieties growing with each unanswered moment. Seeing her like this, not being there for her, he felt like he was failing to keep his promise to protect her and help her with her burdens. He wanted to comfort her, and take away all of the bad things that had happened to her.

Bifur grunted to get their attention. She fell asleep in a tree… And then fell out of it.

"Another nightmare?" Fili looked back to Jordan. It was obvious that she was a little out of it. However, she would not even look in his direction. It was like she was avoiding his gaze; hiding from him completely. He could feel it. He wondered if it was the same nightmare she had back in Rivendell. He remembered how scared she was, crying in his arms. Forcing her to acknowledge him, he sat down on the rock next to her. Taking her hand, not caring about what Bifur or anyone else thought. "Your safe from them, Jordan."

Apparently not. Jordan thought to herself. She looked at his face and saw the concern he had. It was touching, but then she remembered that she was mad at him. Only she was too tired and aching too much to show it. Thank you. She signed to everyone. She looked down at hers and Fili's hand, let go of it, and walked to Bombur who was handing out food rations. Might as well end it now before it will really hurt later.

"Where is Bilbo? Is he not back yet?" Karah asked Bofur who was standing closet to her who just shook his head with worry.

(Break)

Bilbo was crouched between two boulders, trying to make himself as small as possible as to not be seen by the enemy he was spying. Azog huffed and glared around looking for a sign that Thorin and the company were close by. Seeing nothing, the pale orc kicked his mount into motion and they disappeared over a ledge. Bilbo felt safe enough to climbed out of his hiding place. He adjusted his coat, ready to return to the others when he heard a new growling and snarling quite close to him.

Peering around another large rock, he found the source of the terrifying noise. It was a huge black bear! With the fur on his spine standing straight up, he stomped his paws and gnashed his teeth at the fleeing orcs. Almost like he was daring them to come closer. Luckily for Bilbo, it's back was turned on him so the bear did not see the hobbit dash out of sight.

Upon returned to the company, he found the them checking over their weapons, visiting the bushes, looking over injuries, and munching on a small meal. A few had even dared to quickly bath in the creek. The witches had done everything they could to help clean their clothes, but it was not the same as a good washing. Every time one of the Durin brothers tried to get near them, they would put more space between them.

"Are you alright? How close is the pack?" Thorin asked.

"I'm fine. But they're too close!" Bilbo gasped out of breath. He was careful not to leave a trail for anyone to follow, but that made his return more difficult. "A couple of leagues, no more. But that's not the worst of it."

Dwalin assumed what the hobbit was about to say. "Have the wargs picked up our scent? They can smell scents from great distances."

Bilbo shook his head as he bent over, resting his hands on his knees. "Not yet, but they will soon. We have another problem."

Gandalf also jumped to a conclusion. "Did they see you? They saw you!"

"No, that's not it." Bilbo was becoming exasperated.

The grey wizard smiled with satisfaction. "What did I tell you? Quiet as a mouse, just like I said." He praised and the company shared in the joy. The witches smiled at him, glad that the company was finally accepting him. "Excellent burglar material."

"Will you listen to me?" Bilbo begged but no one was paying him any mind. More loudly he pleaded, "will you just listen!?" That got everyone's attention and he pointed in the direction that he came from. "I'm trying to tell you there is something else out there."

The whole company's joy deflated like dying balloon.

"What form did it take?" Gandalf asked, breaking the silence. "Like a bear?"

"Yes!" Bilbo was shocked that he guessed dead on. The company went from looking at Bilbo, to Gandalf, back to Bilbo. "Yes but bigger, much bigger than the average bear!"

Bofur stepped forward accusingly. "You knew about this beast?"

Back to Gandalf. The grey wizard looked where Bilbo pointed. Sucking in air through his nose and out of his mouth, he attempted to calm himself.

Bofur spoke again, "I say we double back."

"And be run down by a pack of orcs?" Thorin reminded him with a confused 'are you crazy' look on his face.

"Besides where would we go back too?" Karah voiced.

Kili had come to stand next to her, trying to show that he agreed with her. She eyed him with some contempt before stepping away from him. He was a little shocked at her behavior but did not have the opportunity to say anything. They were definitely going to talk later. He could not figure out what he had done to displease her. If anyone was to be upset, it should be him! He was choosing to put aside his anger that she nearly killed herself and give her the opportunity to explain. The more she pushed him away, the more he was determined to figure out what got her knickers in a twist. He looked to his brother, who shared in his frustration. Jordan had been giving him the cold shoulder as well.

"There is a house," Gandalf interrupted the brainstorming. "It's not far from here, where we might take refuge."

Thorin did not care for where Gandalf was going with this idea. After their time in Rivendell, he was hesitant to quickly agree to the wizard's ideas, not that he had agreed to go there in the first place. "Whose house? Are they friend or foe?"

"Neither. He will help us," Gandalf sighed. "Or, he will kill us."

"What choice do we have?" Thorin scoffed, shaking his head and shrugging his shoulders.

GRRRRRRAAAAAAARRRRR! The black bear's menacing roar echoed through the rocks, trees, and bushes. Everyone's eyes nearly popped out of their skulls and held their breath until it was over.

"None." Gandalf stated grimly.

The whole company shot to their feet and gathered their belongings. Jordan and Thorin were still in quite a bit of pain. But being chased by a beast that wants to kill you puts enough adrenaline back in your system to keep you running like an unstoppable train. Once again, they were running for their lives!