Enya ran up the stairs again, this time feeling quite secure about her appearance. She looked damn fine and would easily fit in middle earth. Her outfit was entirely black, save for her shirt. The clothes suited her perfectly and her pants hugged her curves at the right places. She shut down her phone and tucked it beneath her corset. No one would notice it there, wouldn't they? She supposed it was wise to spare the battery until there was a moment she needed it more than now. For instance, when she was homesick... She chuckled when the thought about chasing orcs away just with the metal songs on her phone. Would it terrify them? She shrugged and put both her and Thorin's coat on the coat rack in the hallway.

Okay... So where the hell was Gandalf the grey? It seemed that Bilbo's house was still overcrowded by all the dwarves, but the wizard was nowhere to be seen. She noticed that the front door was open and stepped outside. Gandalf was sitting on the bench before the house, enjoying a smoke. She sniffed, her nose detecting a sweet tobacco scent. So this was what Old Toby's smelled like. Exactly like she imagined...

'May I join you?' she asked the wizard.

'Of course' said Gandalf and he made some room on the bench for her to sit.

'I believe this is yours.' Gandalf mused and he gave her the locket back.

'Thank you.' Enya nodded and quickly put it around her neck. Her grandmother would kill her if she lost it.

'Thorin was right' Gandalf began. 'It is firebeard treasure. How did you come by it? Both Thorin and I were convinced that the members of that clan were killed long ago.'

'My grandmother gave it to me when I was little.' Enya answered. 'She told me it was family heirloom and I had to protect it with my life.'

Gandalf smiled. 'It is a custom for dwarf families to give their most cherished treasure to their offspring.'

Enya remained silent and wrapped her brain about the information just given to her. Firebeard treasure... Would she turn out to be more linked to middle earth than she ever imagined?

'There is a legend, though.' Gandalf continued. 'It tells the story about a single dwarven family escaping the city of Nogrod. They brought the princess of the firebeards with them.'

'What happened to them?'

'They were never been seen again. At least, not in middle earth. Some people argue that they still live in the heart of the mountain, hidden from the rest of the world. There is also a rumour that they escaped this world and went on to live and prosper in another.'

Enya smiled. 'My grandmother Gigira was fond of telling me such stories when I was little.'

The wizard shot up, his eyes boring into hers. 'What did you say? What is her name?'

'Gigira. We liked to shorten her name to Gigi.' she replied.

'That is an oddly coincidence.' Gandalf noticed. 'The name of the so-called vanished princess was Gigira.'

Enya frowned. 'They can't be the same, can they?'

'Did she looked dwarvish to you?' Gandalf asked, suddenly pressing.

'Um.' Enya shrugged. 'She was indeed small, but everyone in my family is. And she was very old when she died. Nobody knew exactly how old she was and they never told me. When I was a girl, I wanted to know so badly...' She smiled when the memory resurfaced in her mind. 'I remember nagging my mother many times about the matter.'

Gandalf knitted his brows together.

'Well... I don't recall if Gigi had a beard. All female dwarves are supposed to have one, right?' Enya mused.

Gandalf chuckled. 'Not all the women have beards. It varies.'

Enya giggled. 'I am glad I don't have a beard. I would be mortified.'

'Where are you from?' asked Gandalf.

'A place called earth. I live in the outskirts of New York, America.'

'What does America look like?'

'A bit like here.' Enya replied. 'The only difference is that only men live there. Well, that is if you don't believe that my family originates from middle earth!'

Gandalf smiled.

'Oh Gandalf, it's so much more modern than here!' she confessed and she got out her phone. 'This device for example is called a mobile telephone. It makes you able to talk to other people whenever you like, wherever they are. It doesn't matter how far away they are from you.'

Gandalf carefully touched the phone. Enya giggled. 'It won't explode, don't worry.'

Gandalf took her phone and touched it. A deep frown appeared on his face. 'And how are you supposed to know that the other person is hearing you?'

Enya smiled and got her Iphone back. She put it on and Gandalf was shocked when the screen lightened up.

'What on earth is it doing?'

'Starting. It's a bit like... When you want a fire, you first have to build it before it burns, right?'

'That makes sense...' the wizard muttered.

She spent the next half hour showing Gandalf how her phone worked. After twenty minutes he dared to handle it himself and he screamed when he accidently hit the 'play button' and the phone obediently started to play the music off the last paylist she listened to. Death metal... Gandalf dropped the phone on the grass while making a weird muffled sound. Enya couldn't help herself and burst into laughter. The grey wizard had lived so long and seen many battles, and he now was a afraid of a completely harmless electronic device? She bit her lip when she heard a commotion inside and all of a sudden, twelve dwarves were standing in the little front yard. Enya quickly grabbed her phone and switched it off. Everyone stared at her as she tucked the device under her corset again.

'What was that?' one of the tougher dwarf asked. Although his head appeared mostly bald, he had long and burly facial hair. He had to be Dwalin.

'Witchcraft!' said Dori while he watched her, clearly terrified.

'Oh come on, master dwarf' Enya huffed. 'Don't determine something to be witchcraft if you don't even know what it is.'

'What is it then?' asked the youngest of the company. His name was Ori.

'In my world it is a way to contact my family.' Enya explained and she heaved a sigh. 'Only in this dimension, it doesn't work.'

'What was that noise then?' asked Ori, clearly intrigued by it.

'Music.' Enya giggle. 'But I reckon it's a lot different than you guys are used to.'

She talked a while to the company and when they trusted her enough they went back inside. It disappointed her that Thorin hadn't appeared outside. She desperately wanted to talk with him.

Or just watch him from a distance, while her brain would lose itself over the fact that he was too gorgeous to be real.

Gandalf looked at her and smiled.

'Dori quickly determines anything as witchcraft. It is a blessing then he doesn't know that your locket has witch markings on them.'

'Gigi said that the markings were from the fire warlocks. She told me when the locket is in its right place, it can be very powerful. One of the fire warlocks used to wear this.'

Gandalf furrowed his brows together and stood up. Enya didn't notice that and absentmindedly rummaged the locket through her fingers. 'We often made jokes that the locket belonged to Gigi's lover, a fire warlock she often told us stories about. Although she never admitted that, it was very precious to her. When she died, she wanted me to have it, and-'

'Will you join us on the quest?' the wizard interrupted.

'I wish.' Enya replied. 'But Thorin only took me with him because he wanted me to be safe. And here in the Shire... I believe I am quite safe. So I guess I'll just...' she trailed off, thinking about ways to persuade Thorin in allowing her to come along. 'And what do you want, Enya?'

She smirked. The choice was easy- why would she stay here, when she could enjoy the sight of a particular dwarf king EVERY day? 'I want join, of course... I don't have anywhere to go, really.' she answered.

'I will talk to Thorin.' Gandalf said firmly and he gave her an encouraging nod. 'You are going on this journey. I have strange feeling we might need you.'