Something I wrote when I should have been sleeping ... I don't own the lord of the rings or the hobbit.

The strange contrast of warmth flooding her face and cold against her side woke Julia from her dreamless sleep. With a quiet grown, she slowly opened her eyes just enough to see the tiny fire she was laid close to her. I'm home! Julia smiled as she pushed herself to sit up right. Her screaming wrists made her grimace as she was bought back to this supernatural reality. Julia couldn't help but feel completely miserable as she stared at the dusty floor and the old, thin blanket which appeared to have been folded for her head to rest on. I'll never get out of here.

"Ah good evening Miss Julia. How are you feeling?" Julia wistfully glanced to her left, seeing the old man "Gandalf" dress in grey, sit himself on a nearby log, holding on to a large stick with a strange carving at the end. Julia noted how the ends intertwined and would normally have been impressed. She shrugged and averted her gaze to her wrist, lightly rubbing her thumb across the new grazes. She could feel his gaze on the side of her face but she allowed the fringe of her hair to fall, blocking her view of him. She didn't want him to see the tears beginning to build up. She didn't need his sympathy.

"What is on your mind child?" he gently placed his hand on her shoulder, comfortingly. Before she could open her mouth to answer, a large block of wood was thrown into the fire, throwing sparks in nearly every direction. Looking further up, julia locked eyes with the burliest man she had seen in her life towering over her on the other side of the fire, his long beard and intricate tattoos across his head were intimidating to say the least and he refused to blink forcing julia to look back at her wrists.

"Er kregan en fraing?" He growled deeply, the snarl sending a chill down Julia's spine. She would not consider herself to be someone who scared easily, however being dropped on a strangers table out of no where and being forced to follow 15 armed men who did not speak english was enough for her to lose her nerve.

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"Is she an enemy?" Gandalf scowled at Dwalin as he moved to seat himself against a log. "None of the sort, Master Dwalin. Simply a lost young lady who has appeared here against her will."

"How can you be sure?"

"I have heard of stories regarding time travel and wizards who have managed to travel to other worlds, I have never heard of people form other worlds appearing here however. Though not impossible."

"Don't be ridiculous Gandalf," Thorin bellowed as he walked towards the fire. "You expect us to believe she is not a spy after dropping literally in our laps whilst discussing the plan to take back Erebor?"

"Do NOT accuse me of being ridiculous, Thorin" Gandalf barked, his whole face pulling into a serious expression. The change in tone was enough to take back both of the warriors, the young girl tensing as he spoke. "I have taken part in things you would not even dream of. She is not of any harm to you or your company. Why she is here I have yet to find out, but until a more appropriate time and place is available, she remains with you."

Julia listened to the three appear to argue between themselves. The sky was pitch black with thousands of stars dotted across, much more than in England. She took in the vast amounts of trees and felt her chest begin to get tight. I cant stay here. I need to get out. Slowly and quietly, Julia crawled away from the three men towards the outer ring of the trees. She didn't care where she went right now but she just wanted to find her way home. Her hand laid against the bark and looked over her shoulder one last time. No one had noticed her disappearance as of yet. With a sigh of relief, Julia began her walk into the forest feeling happier and determined within herself. But it was short lived.

A callous hand wrapped around her elbow and yanked her back into the lighted area, forcing a scream to escape her lips. Without thinking, Julia threw her fist towards her captor, pain shooting through her knuckles as it collided with them, a hiss of pain escaping the strangers lips.

"DUAG FAEGONAN METT!" Julia was thrown to the floor, fiery hair sweeping across her vision as the wind was knocked from her lungs. She stared up at her attacker; large red main with a long beard to match and braids around his mouth with small silver beads on the ends. His eyes wide with rage. He raised his fist in the air, Julia clutched her eyes shut but she never felt the blow. Opening one eye, she saw he had been ripped backwards, she supposed by the leader of the company by his large fur cloak.

"Stanstakk." His tone showed he was not giving a suggestion. The whole forest remained silent. The rest of the men had formed a semi cirlce behind the tall man, all grasping a weapon of some description. The fur cloak turned revealing the impressive man with long black hair. His eyes burned into her and the corner of his lip slightly curled. He muttered something to Gandalf who stood nearby. "Julia we are not trying to harm you." "Sod off aren't you! You kidnapped me, you're keeping me away from my family!" She spat, a tear dropping down her cheek and she pushed herself along the floor. "We are not." The leader and the fiery red head walked back towards the fire, 11 of the men replacing their weapons and returning to their food. Except one tiny man with curly hair and no shoes on his feet.

Bilbo slowly walked towards the young girl, trying to make himself as tiny and unthreatening as possible as her noted her shaking. No lady should be made to feel scared like this, it's just bad manners! He pulled a sorry excuse for a handkerchief from his breast pocket and gently offered it to the young girl. She stared distrustingly for a brief moment before shockingly taking it form his hands. "What's your name?" Bilbo asked. When he received no answer he turned to Gandalf. "She does not understand you Bilbo. She is from a very different plane to here" Gandalf said softly as he watched his friend. "You can speak with her though can't you? You must be able to explain to her what's going on?" Bilbo begged.

"I am trying my friend, but she is a very terrified young woman. She believes she has been kidnapped, and by some means she has. Her suspicions most likely increased by her treatment of these brutish and idiotic dwarves tying her up" Gandalf frowned before his gaze softened and he looked at the young girl.

In a language Bilbo could not begin to understand, he assumed Gandalf was introducing him to the girl as his name was spoken fluently in the sentence. The girl moved her gaze from the wizard to Bilbo. she accepted the handkerchief and began to dab her eyes with it. "Bilbo I must leave to consult the higher order of this matter. This is Brooke. She does not speak any of the common tongue, nor any other language of middle earth. I am relying on you to look after her until I return".

Bilbo choked. "M-ME? Why me? I don't know what I'm doing here? Im no warrior!" "Exactly why I am trusting you to be Julia's companion. She does not need a warrior, she needs a friend." Bilbo sputtered but closed his mouth indignantly. There was no point arguing with Gandalf. With that Gandalf swung his cloak out of his way and walked towards his horse, mounting him and leaving as quickly as if he'd never been there in the first place.

Julia stared at the tiny man after she watched Gandalf leave. He offered a small smile before gently holding her hand and pulling it towards hims as he stood. He continued to pull until Julia stood herself up, towering over him by a good head's height. He began to walk towards the fire, pulling her behind him slowly and she more willingly followed. He seemed different to the others. he was a lot softer in the way he approached her. Much like Gandalf. She noted he pulled her to sit near the fire but on the opposite side from the other men who had already began eating. He stared at her for a long time, enough to begin making her feel uncomfortable; she furrowed her brow. With a small smile, the man pointed to his own chest and said "Bilbo". Julia was a little surprised but gave a small smile. Copying his gesture, Julia pointed to herself, simultaneously saying "Julia".