Hello there! I'm back with the newest chapter of "Expect the Unexpected." I want to take a moment and remind all of you Hobbit lovers out there that December has finally arrived! That means that The Desolation of Smaug is coming! Arghh, I'm so excited!

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Lastly, I want to take a moment and dedicate this chapter to Paul Walker. Fast and Furious won't be the same without him :( May he rest in peace.

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Allyria

They said goodbye to Beorn in the midst of an afternoon heat wave. The skin-changer was kind enough to provide them with food and water for the next few weeks. He had given each of them a bag of dried fruits and nuts, and she swore she could've kissed him there and then. She had always been a healthy person, despite her constant craving for steaks. Other than red meat, dried fruits and nuts were her favorite snack, and by giving the Company those wonderful bags, Beorn just earned himself a place in her list of favorites.

" Thank you so much for this." She thanked him again as she loaded her bag onto the pony he had lent out for them.

" You are very welcome, my lady." Beorn said in his iron tone. He's kinda like me. Harsh, bold, blunt, honest, but wonderfully real. Not bad for a host I dare say.

" Will you be accompany us to the forest?" She asked. Not that I need to know your answer, but just for the sake of politeness and professional courtesy. Gandalf had already briefed them of the plan for the next few days, well, he indulged the information to her when he saw her outside of the barn. The wizard was suspicious of her recent behavior but made no attempt to question it. Instead, he acted like an elderly grandfather to her, and she appreciated his kind gesture. I should get him a bouquet of flowers before he leaves us. Would it be too cheesy? Or too feminine? Hell, I should just give him a hug. That's should show how appreciative I am of him.

" I will not be going with you." Beorn's harsh voice brought her back to reality. She struggled to give out a polite smile, and nodded her head instead.

" I wouldn't want to go too if I were you. Your place is a very comforting sight for lost wondering souls like us. Me, in particular." She said the half truth with a thin layer of fake sweetness. I'm getting pretty damn good at this sugar coating thing. Marg really does knows what she's doing.

" Lost souls who happened to be very annoying I'd say." Beorn said, and she chuckled in return. Knowing fully well of the annoying lost "souls."

" Just count yourself lucky you don't have to travel with them for the next few weeks, or months." She answered with a sigh.

" All the best of luck then."

" I don't need it, but thank you anyway." She slightly bowed her head. " Don't worry, I'm not offering you my service."

" I don't know what made them think that I want their services!"

" Something about their culture and stubborn pride, I'd say." She grinned and extended her hand to the giant.

" What's this?" Beorn looked at her hand suspiciously.

" It's a sign of mutual respect if we shake hands." But a kiss on the cheek is always better, according to Margaery.

" Very well then." Beorn's giant hand covered her tiny human one, and she truly felt tiny in that moment.

" Farewell, Beorn."

" Safe travel, Allyria." Beorn bid her farewell and left her to go and talk to Gandalf. She finished loading all of her stuff and went to check on Margaery, who was chatting with Fili and Kili. Her best friend was on her pony and was too busy smiling to notice she was coming. What can she gain from talking to them?

" Are we ready girls?" She called out, a cocky smirk on her face.

" Who are you calling girls, girl?" Kili retorted and she answered bluntly.

" Obviously you, cutie pie. Your luscious brown hair is finer and softer than mine, and perhaps, longer as well." She finished her answer with a wink, and a suggestive smirk.

" It's not my fault you don't know how to take care of your own hair! It is your duty to do such simple things!" Kili exclaimed and she was a little bit taken back, but decided to keep messing with the young dwarf prince.

" I do know how to take care of my own hair, your highness. Although, correct me if I'm wrong, is growing a proper beard a necessary part of your culture norm?" She asked, touching the sensitive topic. " From what I can take in so far, the dwarves all possess a distinctive beard, from braids to braids to more braids, but you, I've noticed. You can't even manage to grow out an inch or two of whatever that is." She pointed her finger at Kili's chin.

" You! You are a mean person!" Margaery came to the dwarf's defense. Her best friend was furious at her impoliteness, and she swore she saw a vein popped out of Marg's forehead. She never gets this worked up for me.

" You should know this by now. Everyone is entitled to their own opinion." She replied, feeling a tad mischievous, " I'm sure Kili here agree with my statement. Am I right, Master Kili?"

" Yes?" Kili stuttered. I should enjoy this while I can. What can they do to me? I've nothing to loose and they have nothing on me.

" Keep cool, cutie pie." She winked. Fili snorted at her nickname for his brother, and demanded his own.

" Do I get a cutie pie as well?"

" No. You are blondie from now." She attempted to mess up Fili's hair, but found herself unable to resist its texture, "Seriously, what oil extract do you use? It's very soft." She was feeling Fili's hair. She. Allyria Parker was feeling someone's hair. He could be a hair model or whatever people call it. Damn, such softness.

" Sweetie, are you OK?" Margaery asked nervously.

" Yeah. Marg, touch it. It's so soft." She was being too feminine but she could've careless. Fili's hair enchanted her greatly.

" How soft can it be?" Margaery asked, before touching the dedicate strand. " Holy cow! Fili, your hair is like Gisele Bundchen's hair! Holy shit!"

" Told you! Damn, it's like the first time I'm being feminine and jealous. I want your hair, blondie."

" Well, thank you, Allyria." Fili grinned, but his smile dropped as he set his sight on someone behind her. The fuck?

To her surprise, it was Thorin Oakenshield who was behind her. This Thorin Oakenshield just happened to be very pissed off and irritated at the moment. What the fuck happened to his rainbow?

" What do you want?" She asked, taking her hand off Fili's delicate head and soft hair.

" We're leaving. Now." If she didn't know any better, she'd say Thorin Oakenshield was pissed and angry at her. Well, the King under the Mountain had always been angry and moody, but rarely at her, no, sometimes at her. Why is he angry? That's not a valid question. He's always moody and angry. There's no need to question that.

" I'm not blind, you idiot." She muttered and received a glare from Thorin. What the hell happened?

" Someone's pissed." Margaery remarked next to her as they walked to their ponies. Fili and Kili had left them to tend to their own matters. Well, at their beloved uncle's behest.

" The bastard's always pissed and moody. You should pay more attention to the details." She mused as they got on their ride.

" I'm not the one with an infatuation with him." Margaery whistled her pony to move. They were heading to the Gate of Mirkwood with Thorin and Gandalf leading the Company, while Fili and Kili remained in the back, watching out for potential dangers. She and Marg remained in the middle, keeping each other's company.

" It's not an infatuation. Yours is, while mine is a bothersome fascination." She replied.

" Denial is always the first step to an eventual admission."

" Since when did you become a freaking shrink?" She was getting annoyed and irritated. I should stop hanging around Thorin. His moodiness is rubbing off on me.

" Since forever. I minored in psychology, you know?"

" Philosophy and psychology. Aren't you a thinker?" She jested.

" It's better than sociology." Margaery replied.

" I'm giving back to society one way or another, darling."

" By murdering people." Marg murmured.

" Who happened to be murderers and criminals." She finished the statement.

They had never discussed it formally, but it was an open knowledge that Margaery disapproved of her job. Her innocent, naive, kind hearted best friend had given her the blessing when she broke the news all those years ago, but deep down, she knew Margaery never liked her profession. She herself had no problem with serving her country, even if it means, remaining in the dark for every accomplishment she had ever accomplished, victory or defeat. I'm always the victor with a broken rib.

" How could you live with it?" Margaery asked, sounding tender and innocent.

" By knowing that they are dead and I'm not." She answered bluntly, " You know I can't discuss the bloody part with you, right?"

" I know, but we're in a different world." Her best friend pouted.

" Rules are rules, Marg."

" You and your righteousness."

" Don't be a hypocrite now, darling." She mused, taking a good look at the change in the scenery before her. They were a mile out of Beorn's land now, and was heading to the forest. The trees bloomed in the heat, and the air turned cooler as they made their way to the Mirkwood Gate.

" What do you know of the forest?" She asked in a whisper.

" Big, enchanted, full of spiders and elves. One of them being Legolas and Thranduil." Margaery whispered. Spiders eh? Marg really is brave for accepting this quest.

" Spiders? Won't you pass out at the sight of its legs?" She asked.

" I'd be fine."

" Such positivity." She mused.

" I have you to protect me after all." Margaery smiled brightly.

" Just how big are they?" She asked, thinking of strategies and how to kill them off.

" Humongous. I haven't seen the second movie yet, but it's huge." Margaery answered.

" Fantastic." She snorted sarcastically.

" You will protect me, won't you?" Margaery asked, sounding nervous for a split second. If you don't get it my way. I can always knock her unconscious to save time and energy, but such actions are desperate, or efficient.

" I think it's time you learn how to defend yourself, again." She stated, and Marg's blue eyes widened in surprise. Does she thinks she can get away with it? This girl needs a good slap of harsh reality.

" When?" The light left Marg's face the moment she mentioned those sensitive words.

" When we stop for the night." She grinned and Marg groaned.

" You're going to torture me, aren't you?"

" You know me so well." She smiled wickedly.

" Kill me now."

" You will be soon if you don't know how to defend yourself." She answered casually.

" I hate you." Margaery pouted, and she replied boldly.

" You love me."

" Less. I love you less." Margaery was behaving like a petulant child and she was amused by her friend's action. She's going to need all the prayers she can get. I'm going to fry her.


True to her words, Allyria dragged Margaery into an empty ground once they settled down for the night. According to Grandpa, they will reach the Gate of Mirkwood in two days time, and then they would go on without him. The dwarves didn't hear anything when Gandalf cautiously whispered his plan to her. Marg's being mum about this. Probably doesn't want to spoil the surprise. Does Thorin knows of Grandpa's plan? Speaking of the bloody bastard, what the hell happened?

The majestic dwarf kept on glaring at her all day long, And oddly enough, she didn't give one tiny rat ass over his apparent moodiness. I'm not his babysitter. The bastard can rationalize things out by himself.

" Let's go, Marg!" She called out to Margaery, who was trying to keep herself busy.

" I'm helping Bombur unpacking the cooking stuff!" Margaery called back on the other side of the camp, eyes refusing to meet hers.

" You don't know shit about cooking stuff! You don't even know the name of it!" She replied loudly, " Get your tiny little ass here right now! Or I will drag you myself!"

" Ally! Hold on a bit, please?" She recognized that tone. It was Margaery's signature puppy dog pleading tone.

" Bofur and Bifur can help him unpacked. You get your ass here! NOW!" She answered, and minutes later, a reluctant Margaery dragged herself to her.

" It's not that painful you know?" She remarked with a scowl.

" For you." Marg murmured and they walked to an empty ground a few feet away from the camp. She took the liberty of scouting around, and determined that it was a safe zone, at least two miles out.

" Here, take this." She handed Margaery a wooden stick.

" What do I do with it?" Margaery's hold on the stick was that of a deer in a headlight. So delicate, so tender, so weak.

" You stick me with the pointy end." She stated and took out her weapon, her sword, Thorin's unexpected gift to her.

" What if I kill you?" Margaery was afraid.

" With a wooden stick?" She asked with a snort.

" You don't know that."

" I know that this would definitely kill you." She unsheathe the sword and Margaery turned white at the sight of it.

" I'm going to haunt you if I die."

" Ghost is fictional, and so is God." She answered, taking a stance, opposite of Margaery.

" Take that back!" Margaery called out, getting angry.

" You have to defeat me." She challenged her best friend with a cocky smirk.

" You ask for this!" Margaery foolishly charged at her without any plan of action. She effortlessly dodged the latter's naive attack, swung her sword to the left and retreated back to the neutral stance.

" Never charge without thinking." She stated calmly. " Think. Act. Don't just stand there."

" Why not? I'm thinking." Before Margaery can even finish her sentence, the tip of her sword was already on her neck.

" Think and act at the same time. You don't want to die in a pointless way, do you? Again." She did a ninety degree turn and shifted back to neutral.

" I can do this." Margaery nodded and ran to her. She swung her sword left, and she dodged it, forcing the strength of her own onto Marg's wooden one. She gracefully waltzed across the ground and let the hilt of her sword hit Marg's stomach.

" Dead." She said, " Very dead. Again!" She returned to her neutral stance.

" You're being difficult." Margaery panted.

" Or would you prefer me to simply kill you here?" She asked, " Again!"

" I'm going to kill you." Margaery muttered. She swung her sword to the right, and Allyria dodged it. Suddenly the wooden stick appeared in front of her, with the intend of hitting her neck. She quickly titled her head backward, dodging it. In a quick change of action, she threw her sword in the air, punched Margaery on the stomach, and caught the sword when it flew down.

" OUCH!" Margaery yelled, hugging her stomach.

" Don't be a baby." She stated coldly, " Again!"

" This is inhumane."

" Innocent children getting their heads hacked off on their school desks in Rwanda is inhumane. This is nothing. Again!" She hissed, feeling more apathetic than ever. I can't be nice to her forever. " This time, let's do it the manly way. Put your stick down."

" Fist fight?" Margaery panted, dropping her wooden stick on the ground.

" You ask too much." She was like a panther, moving through the sunset light. She hit Margaery on her arm, and again in the stomach. The latter managed to dodge the first one, but failed miserably at the second.

" Stop hitting at my ovaries, you moron!" Margaery screamed out in anger and pain.

" Then stop giving me the chance to, you idiot!" She yelled back, stopping her punches.

" I don't know how to!" Margaery cried out. So much for self-defense classes.

" Which one do you prefer to keep? Your hands or your face?" She asked, putting her hands on her hip.

" I'd rather have them both." Margaery answered.

" If you can't make a decision, I'll make it for you. Let's protect your hands." She declared.

" But I love my face."

" Your face can heal. Protect your hands. Do you want to be handless for the rest of your life?"

" DO YOU INTEND TO MAKE ME HANDLESS?"

" Don't be ridiculous! Some orc will have that pleasure if you don't let me teach you how."

" I don't want to be headless!"

" Then face it is." She stated, " Put your hands in front of your face. Put all of your strength into it, but don't focus too much. You need energy to have a quick reflex."

" Not everyone is as strong as you." Margaery muttered.

" You want to be me, but you can't be me." She agreed smugly.

" Oh please. I so can be...Kili!" Why would anyone want to be Kili? She was confused at her best friend's sudden mistake.

" Kili? Why would you want to be like the immature brat? I'm the role model here, Marg." She was really confused, until she saw that Margaery wasn't really looking at her. Her best friend was looking past her.

" We're eating dinner if you want to join us." She turned around and saw Kili, standing about five feet from them, with a look of horror on his face. I really do have balls the size of Texas.

" What's with the face? Did you see a ghost or something?" She smirked.

" You shouldn't hit Margaery too hard." Kili cleared his throat. Just because you have a tiny ass crush on her, it doesn't mean that I will listen to what you say, moron.

" I'm hungry so I'm going to eat now." Margaery saw her chance and grabbed it, hoping to escape the torture.

" We practice again tomorrow. Go and eat, darling." The last word was a comical jest, and Margaery knew it.

" Don't you darling me, you Nazi!" Marg pouted like a child and carefully walked to Kili, afraid that she will get punch by her again.

" I'm not the one with the blond hair and icy blue eyes." She replied.

" One doesn't need that feature to be a Nazi."

" Watch it." She turned serious.

" I'm going to have bruises because of you!"

" Just be thankful that I didn't hit your face. Go and eat, else we're going to practice again." She threatened with a teasing smile.

" All right, all right." Marg raised her hands in surrender, and left with Kili.

" You two go first." She said, picking up her sword. " I'm going to practice a bit."

" So I was the first course?" Margaery called back.

" You will not be the last one." She replied with a smirk. She watched until Margaery and Kili vanished from the bushes before began her training. She danced on the ground, waltzing effortlessly against the dirt as her hand gracefully swing the sword, making melody out of thin air. She let herself go as her eyes closed itself and opened to a world of calmness and stillness. However, her movement was disrupted when another sword hit hers, the sound of metals clashing rang out in the air. What the? Instinct quickly came back to her, and she swung her sword to the left, spontaneously locating the tip of the sword on the attacker's flesh. She opened her eyes, and was surprised at what she saw.

" Thorin? What the fuck, dude?" She felt something on her neck as well, a coldness that can only be described as metal and lethal. This bastard has another thing coming if he thinks he can kill me or I letting him do it.

" We're eating dinner." Thorin's eyes were cold and untraceable.

" You miss me that much?" She asked, still not letting go of her grip on the sword against Thorin's neck.

" You are expected to follow our movements."

" So if you eat, I eat?" She asked, and there was no answer. All righty then. Two can play this game.

" And if you fuck someone, I'd have to do the same?" She hit the jackpot with that one for Thorin's eyes flared up in anger. What the King under the Mountain did next was definitely, totally unexpected and she was shocked at his action. Thorin forcibly grabbed her by the neck with his free hand, and pulled her closer to him. His hold on her neck was gentle, yet there was strength behind it. He can kill me with just one twist. I should do something. Despite the situation, her hold on her sword remained, and the cold metal was still pressing against Thorin's neck.

" You kill me, you kill yourself." She said, trying to be calm and collected.

" Something tell me your tongue will be the death of you." Thorin whispered in a low tone, inching her closer to his face. She, strangely enough, was not afraid of him and found herself relaxed and calm with the dangerous situation. This bastard is not going to kill me. He can, but he won't.

" You have a fascination with my-" Thorin crushed his lips onto her then, effectively cutting her off from finishing her sentence. Her eyes widened at the sudden movement, and the world ceased to make sense momentarily. She remained stern, but her self-control was slipping with every little thing Thorin's lips did to hers. She, in her midst of confusion, dropped her sword, releasing her death hold over Thorin. Stop! What the hell is happening? She was getting too involved with the movement to notice her body movements. She was clinging onto Thorin now, her arms wrapped around his neck, and his on her waist. Screw it all. She was no longer in control of herself, and let her emotions got the best of her. She moaned as the kiss deepened with their tongues tangling with each other. However, as much as she enjoyed it, a small voice dropped the bliss and destroyed her moment of peace and happiness.

" Allyria, do you want some stew...what the?" Oh shit!

TBC.


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