Me: I DO OWN THE HOBBIT!

Balin: Sorry, no.

Me: NO! *cries*

Obviously, everything you recognize from The Hobbit belongs to J.R.R. Tolkien and Peter Jackson.


I screamed as Kili pushed me down, shielding me with his body as the stone behemoth fell above us. I winced as I felt my arm scream in protest against its rough treatment. There was no sound for what seemed like an eternity, just panting. "Are you OK?" I asked Kili in a whisper, fearing if I spoke louder the stone would come crashing down.

"Yes. Are you?" I couldn't see him, but I could feel him shuddering with fear. I reached up with one hand and felt his leather shoulder coverings. I reached past to see if I could feel the rock ceiling, but I couldn't.

"I think we can sit up," I said, gently pushing him off. I sat up successfully. "I think we're in a cave of some sort." Gloin, Bombur, and Ori were also recovering.

"Who goes there?" There was a scraping sound, then a flash of fire. Out of the shadows stepped a boy, maybe my age. He was tall and lean, with jet black hair and ghastly pale skin. His face was hard, and his steely gray eyes suspicious. "What do you want?"

"I'm sorry," I said, stepping forward. "We were caught in the middle of a thunder-battle, and we got trapped here."

The boy huffed, seeing that there was no way for us to get out of here. "How about-"

There was a sound of scraping, banging, and a loud yell. "Kili!"


Thorin stood on top of the rock heap where the ill-fated giant had gone down. His mind raced with thoughts. What would Dis do? How would Fili react? And the most prevalent thought: how would he cope?

"Uncle?" The words came, quiet and garbled. Thorin's first thought was to think it was Fili, but no, Fili's voice was much different. It was Kili!

"Kili! Are you alive?"

"Yes! We're all fine, but we're stuck in some sort of cave."

Fili rushed over. "Is he alive?" He asked Thorin, tears standing out in his eyes.

"Yes," Thorin replied, feeling like crying himself. "We just need to get them out."

"Here." Dwalin handed Thorin his battleax. "We can use this to move the rocks."

"Alright." Thorin placed his mouth to a crack in the stone. "We'll be there, Kili. Hang in there."


In only a matter of minutes, the company had pried several boulders off of the mountain. Kili emerged from under the pile, and Fili cheered, energetically wrapping his brother in a hug. "Kili!"

Ori hoisted himself out of the hole, followed by Gloin, then finally Bombur, panting heavily. But there was no sign of Edolie. "Where is she?" Asked Kili, confused. "She was down there with us!"


"Come with us!" I begged the boy. "What's your name?"

"Nedhar." He switched the subject without skipping a beat. "You need to leave now."

"Come with us." I was becoming more adamant, because something inside told me this boy would be critical to our mission. "Why won't you? You have nothing else to do!"

He considered me with a suspicious stare. "Why would I come?"

"You might get a reward, and you'll see the world." I saw a flicker of interest at the last one, so I pressed on. "Our course is bound all the way to Erebor! And we'll meet all kinds of different people! You should just see our company."

He tapped his foot. "Alright, but only if I am completely unaffiliated. I want to be free to leave whenever I want."


"Edolie!" Kili called down. "Where are you?"

"Coming!" She called back. She climbed out of the hole, followed by the boy. What?

"Who is this?" Asked Thorin.

"This is Nedhar," replied Edolie. "He'll be coming with us. He has all kinds of knowledge about the terrain."

Something about her demeanor suggested to Kili that she wasn't absolutely sure that was the truth, but the boy looked as earnest as if it was. There was a cold silence for a moment, then Fili walked over to Nedhar. "Welcome to the Company," he declared, clapping the boy on the back.


After making their way over the heap of rocks, the Company had trekked for about a half-hour before finding a cave large enough for them all to fit. I settled down on my blanket towards the back of the cave and curled into myself. Thorin was to paranoid to allow Gloin to light a fire, so I rubbed my arms and legs to try to warm myself. Something about a long, weary trek in a storm, however, triples the appeal of any kind of rest, and I eventually fell asleep.


"Wake up!"

I was awoken from a deep sleep by Thorin's panicked yell. Glancing around, I instantly saw the problem; there was a huge crack opening from the back of the cave through the floor. I started to step backwards, but before anyone could do anything, the floor collapsed inwards and we all fell, screaming, down a long, long, long, long...well, really long tunnel. After falling for what seemed like an eternity, we landed hard in a rudely constructed wooden cage. Instantly, horrible little creatures surged forwards, attacking us. Goblins!

They searched us quickly but violently, disarming us, then shoving us along. I turned to see Bilbo ducking down, and the goblins passing over him without a second thought. What was he doing? But then my attention was drawn to something much more shocking.

Nedhar was shrinking, and transforming. He went from a lanky young man to a white, two-tailed fox. He lunged at a small group of goblins, but another one smacked him over the head with a cudgel. He whimpered and collapsed. Two goblins grabbed the scruff of his neck and dragged him along with us.

Nedhar was a shapeshifter?


Hey guys! A new chapter! I hope you enjoyed it. Please review if you did; reviews are almost as important as chocolate to me.

So, I wanted to talk a little bit about Nedhar. I wasn't intending on putting him in, but I was recently toying with the idea of adding a new character who might add other adventures into the storyline. At first, Nedhar was a female half-elf/half-Beorning, but that eventually changed to the young male shapeshifter you see in this chapter. I hope you guys like him, and that he adds a little more dimension to the story!