I awoke to shaking. Honestly my first thought was an earthquake. I shot up and banged my head on something hard. My hands shot to my forehead, well at least I'm awake now...

"Oh Yavnna," a voice cursed. I opened my eyes to see Bilbo already dressed clutching his forehead.

"Bilbo I'm so sorry!" I reached to help him sit up from where he had fallen back.

"It my fault I shouldn't have shaken you," He shot to attention. "Razena! The dwarves! They've left!"

We both shot out of my bed. I pulled on my old clothing pulling on my weapons, boots and grabbing my previously set out bag. Something caught my eye on my bed sheets. Bilbo has dropped his handkerchief, he carried it everywhere because of his allergies. I stuffed it in my bag and hurried to the kitchen. Expertly dodging the light fixtures and low entryways. Bilbo already had a pack ready and was stuffing food into it. Where he got the food I have no idea, but he was wrapping it up in towels. He shoved some into my arms and ordered me to pack it in my bag. I secure my bag tightening the straps and followed Bilbo to the dining room. His signed the contract, picked up two letters and left them under the welcome mat. Where he knew would find them. He locked the door then turned to me.

"Ready?"

I glanced back at the bright green door and took a deep breath. "Yeah... yeah I'm ready."

We turned and Bilbo took of like a rabbit down the path. I grinned shifting my backpack before following after him. I caught up rather quickly as my legs were longer. I ran slightly behind him as the path was thin. We turned and jumped over a fence flying down the unpathed hill. The wind stung my eyes Bilbo noticed the farmer too late to stop and just jumped over the pumpkin on the cart. I was having fun so when I jumped over I tucked into a roll upon landing. I easily rolled to my feet and continued laughing. I quickly stopped as taking air into my lungs was getting difficult. I followed after Bilbo, it was a nice morning for running. We hopped onto another path this one leading out of the Shire.

"Hey! Mr. Bilbo, where are you off to?" A confused hobbit asked as we rushed past. I waved at him still giddy from the adrenaline rushing through my veins.

"Can't stop we're already late!" Bilbo answers still running.

"Late for what?!" The farmer leaned over to watch us as we went beyond his field of vision.

"We're going on an adventure!" He shouts, I caught a glimpse of the giant smile on his face.

"How far do you think they got?" I asked running alongside Bilbo.

"Can't tell to be honest but the best we can do is follow the path leading out of Hobbiton"

I look around for maybe any signs and spot hoof prints on the ground. They seemed fresh and from the amount of them it seemed like it was made by a large group. I ran ahead of Bilbo tracking them. "We can follow this and hope it's the right group of people. But without knowing for sure all we can do is guess."

As we ran I thought to strike up conversation "So, I, ah Bilbo, I had a… weird dream last night," I glanced nervously at him. "It was about a dragon, you were there and some of the dwarves. It was all very confusing. I don't remember very much but I think when we arrived you were sent in for this jewel, the Arkenstone? The dragon inside was still alive. It was provoked and flew out of the kingdom to a city floating on a lake. I remember it said something 'I am fire, I am death.' My imagination is awesome, but terrifying. Because I'm sure a dragon wouldn't actually sound like Benedict Cumberbatch," Bilbo placed a hand on my arm. I realized in my struggle to remember my wild dream I had slowly come to a stop.

"Razena, breath," I took a deep breath having réalisés I got so excited I'd explained all in one breath. "Now who…is... Bensdick... Cucumberpatch?"

"A famous man from my world. Yes, you're right, I think I will." I laughed at his horrible butchering of Benedict's name. 'Even in another world the poor man's name is still destroyed.' I shook myself. "Sorry about that Bilbo, let's get going before they decide to disappear."


I'm jogging just ahead of Bilbo when I spot them. A group of riders in the distance. Slightly out of breath I cup my hands around my mouth and shout "Hey! Wait up!" The person in the very back stops and turns. The rest soon follow and after a few more minutes we catch up.

I stop, panting, my hands on my knees. "Bilbo... I love ya... but dude...I'm never running that far again."

"I signed it!" Bilbo waved the unfolded contract around. I was still struggling to regulate my breathing. Balin takes the contract and pulls out a tiny inspector glass thing that you'd see jewelers use.

"Everything appears to be in order. Welcome, Master Baggins, to the company of Thorin Oakenshield." T

[The dwarves cheer. Thorin doesn't look too impressed.]

"Give them a pony." Thorin ordered before turning his pony around.

"Miss. Razena can ride with me." Gandalf stated and dropped back for me to get on, offering his hand to help me up. I thanked him, then ignored his hand, and swung myself onto the horse. Was I being petty? Maybe a little bit, at least I thanked the man, wizard? On top of the horse I really had to look down to see Bilbo. Who was currently panicking.

Bilbo took a step back shaking his head. "No, no, no, no, that-that won't be necessary, thank you, but I-I'm sure I can keep up on foot. I- I-I've done my fair share of walking holidays, you know. I even got as far as Frogmorton once-WAGH!" Bilbo's cut off by Fili and Kili picking him up by his pack and depositing a very disgruntled Bilbo onto a pony. I laughed at him, he leered back at me with an irritated glare. I just laughed harder. He was holding the reins stiffly in front of himself. He himself was sitting stiffer than a board. Something was shouted up ahead I caught a 'pay up.' Bags started flying.

"What's that about?" Bilbo asked

"Oh, they took wagers on whether or not you'd turn up. Most of the bet you wouldn't."

"What did you think?" Bilbo asked

"Hmmm." I ducked behind Gandalf as a bag came flying at him, he caught t with ease. "My dear fellow, I never doubted you for a second."

Bilbo jerks forward and lets out a gigantic sneeze. I jumped completely having forgotten about his sensitivity.

"Ohh. All this horse hair, I'm having a reaction." he pats his pockets searching for his handkerchief, each pat gets franticer and franticer. I lean over and dangle the missing handkerchief in his face before he could be something embarrassing. He grabs it quickly and blows his nose.

"You dropped it in your panic this morning, Bilbo."

"You may have to do without many comforts of home Bilbo Baggins. A great many things will be uncomfortable on this journey and we will just have to make do with what we have. You were born to the rolling hills and little rivers of the Shire, but home is now behind you; the world is ahead."


NOT PART OF THE STORY

Author notes: [Alright time for some original content lol 'Original' it does need the quotations (can we talk about memes?)]

Co-Editor: Alright *cracks knuckles* I want memes.

I'm sorry in advance

This has a summary with 'trash can' in it what do you want readers.


'I am soooooo bored' I had spent about three hours staring at the scenery, Gandalf had decided to ride slightly away from Bilbo so if I wanted to talk to him I'd have to shout. Normally this wouldn't bother me, I had traveled longer with just myself but this is different I was surrounded by people, people who wouldn't talk to me. The dwarves were talking in their native language and ignoring Bilbo and I's existence. I'd tried to talk to them at first and after a few insults, or what I'm ninety percent sure was insults, I had decided that talking to them wasn't worth the effort. I took a deep breath in through my nose and exhaled harshly. I tried to think back to before the apocalypse, about my summer road trips that I'd been on with my family as a child. I tried to remember what me and my brother had done for entertainment when our phones had died. I remembered how annoyed my father had been when we had sung- ...Yavanna! That was it. My answer to boredom was 99 bottles of rum, and as a bonus it would annoy the living daylights out of the dwarves. I started to sing. And loudly, crackling in my head.

"100 bottles of rum on the wall, 100 bottles of rum, take on down pass it around, 99 bottles of rum on the wall. 99 bottles of rum on the wall, 99 bottles of rum, take one down pass it around, 98 bottles of rum on the wall." Bilbo groaned but didnt stop me. I think he need a distraction from the unwelcoming feel of this group almost as much as I did. I gave an innocent smile to the dwarves who turned to look at me. I kept singing and they were content to continue pretending I didn't exist. I got to about 31 before Thorin snaped. That's a good 79 bottles I got through. I was almost impressed, almost.

"For the love of Malhal stop it girl!" He broke, his tolerance for my was gone.

I rolled my eyes "Well since you asked so nicely. I will stop talking." I made it an hour, it was just too awkward.

"Bilbo, I spy with my little eye something green," I shouted back at him.

"The leaves?" He guessed, I grinned at him.

"Nope"

"The grass"

"Ding ding ding we have a winner folks! Your turn."

"I spy with my eyes something grey"

"The Gandalf?" I guessed looking at the robes I had been sitting behind for hours.

Bilbo snorted "Yes, that's correct."

"Uhm," I turn my head all around to try to spot something new. "Lets see, I spy with my little eye something brown."

"It's the tree trunks!" I turned, surprised, by a voice that wasn't Bilbo's. Kili was grinning looking ridiculously proud of himself.

"Yeah, now it's your turn," Before he could pick something Thorin called for lunch, very quickly might I add. I slid off Gandalf's horse before he had even stopped. I was hungry, having not eaten breakfast this morning, I wasn't to worried about myself. Bilbo however, with his fast metabolism, had missed several of his morning meals. I was very proud that he hadn't complained about his hunger once. I wanted to find out what kind of food and how much of said food we were getting. I watched trying to find out which dwarf was in charge of the food. I quickly noticed that Bombur was digging through a large pack strapped onto a pony. The pony also had a large pot strapped to its back. Bingo. I almost skipped over to him.

"Hi, do you need any help?" He paused his digging and looked back.

He handed me a bag of dried meat. "I'd appreciate the help lass. Each person gets two pieces," I size up the pieces. Bilbo's going to starve.

"Alright two per person, got it." I give him a thumbs up and turned to find the nearest person. It turns out to be Bofur? I'm pretty sure he's the one in the hat. I walk up and pick two from the bag. I'm really careful to touch as little as possible.

"Oh, thanks lass," he takes the jerky from my outstretched hand.

"No problem," I turn to find the next person. About half an hour later i finally reached the last person, me. I took my two pieces before handing the lighter bag back to Bombur. I smiled before heading off toward where Bilbo was sitting looking miserable at his two pieces of meat. I plopped down next to him.

"Wonderful situation we've gotten ourselves into, isn't it?" I gave him my most sarcastic smile.

"It's only the first day," he tried to sound positive. I think his hunger and the attitudes of the dwarves were lowering his spirits. He took a bite of his food, and ate slowly trying to savor every bit. I looked down at my own two pieces then back to Bilbo. I held out the larger piece.

"I couldn't that's yours," he protested though I could tell he wanted it.

"I've got food Bilbo and besides my metabolism is slower. You literally need more food than I do." I pushed it toward him again and he reluctantly took it from me. I grinned and took a bite of my food cataloging in my head how much extra food I had. I didn't have enough to have three meals every day. I figured I could give some of my provided food to Bilbo and wait till absolutely necessary before eating my food from my old world. I'd share that with Bilbo but I'd remembered something about processed foods and the people who weren't used to it got sick.

We soon got back on our steeds and left the area on our trip once again. A few hours in and I might have fallen asleep on Gandalf. Next thing I knew someone was shaking me awake. I felt the tough bark of a tree digging into my back. And I opened my eyes to see who was shaking me. It was a half rotted away face with one eye missing, It's other eye white and dirty. I could see its teeth as the mouth was slightly open, yellow and red teeth ready to bite. The creature was horrific as it stared down at me. I was startled and backed into the tree shoving the creature away. It cried out and I was confused no zombie I'd ever had the displeasure of meeting made a noise like that. It took me a second but I recognized that cry. Bilbo. My surroundings faded into a forest and a camp with Bilbo sitting in the grass were he had fallen when I shoved him. He was waiting patiently, as always, for me to come back. We had gathered the attention of the rest of the camp but I didn't care about them right now.

"Bilbo I'm so sorry, I didn't realize it was yo-" he moved closer once I started talking and placed a hand on my shoulder.

"It's all right, Razena, I know you weren't aware," he paused his arm rubbing my back, I swallowed my guilt and asked what he was waking me for. He gestured over to Bombur who looked like he was fully invested in checking the food pack over. Although by the way, his eyes kept glancing over at us, I knew he wasn't as involved with the contents of the bag as he tried to appear. I looked back up at Bilbo confused. He sighed, rolling his eyes good naturedly before explaining.

"It's time for dinner," probably seeing that I was still shaken he stands and brings back two pieces of dried meat like we had for lunch. I offered to him one of my pieces again. He pushed my outstretched arm closer to me in refusal.

"What? Bilbo I thought-"

"You haven't had an episode like that in almost two months. Eat them both tonight, you can share your food tomorrow but tonight I will not accept anything." I went to argue but my stomach gave it's attempt at a wake call. Bilbo gave me a pointed look and I stuck the dried meat into my mouth. I looked the camp over again. Most of the dwarves were in groups around a roaring fire. A closer look and I saw the family's were all together what surprised me was seeing Fili and Kili sitting near Thorin. The fire looked warm but I didn't really want to move forward towards the group of close families. Even Gandalf was sitting a little ways away. I pulled out a fur pelt I'd stuffed into my bag before leaving and laid that under me to keep the ground from zapping away my body heat. Bilbo frowned staring at his own pack. Please tell me he didn't….

"Bilbo you do have a blanket or something don't you?" I asked

"I seem to have forgotten it in my haste," I looked at him in disbelief.

"At least tell me you brought a cloak or something." When he cleared his throat I knew the answer was a no. I sighed, at least the nights weren't too cold yet. I moved to the end of the pelt and patted the area next to me.

"You can sleep by me till we get you something to sleep on." I ignored the noise from the still awake dwarves and curled up close to Bilbo since I didn't have a blanket. I made a mental note to get myself one as well as Bilbo. Then slowly drifted off to sleep to the sound of Bilbo's tiny snores.


Authors (and Co-Editor) Note

Bilbo…. oh my lord he did forget a blanket. I can't believe it, did he pack a cape? No, remember the rain scene he was soaking wet because he didn't have one.

Extras:

co-editor (only editor)

Passive skill- kill characters with an unfortunate death: on

Writer

Off leave them alone

co-editor

Passive skill- kill characters with an unfortunate death: off

Fine. Party killer...