Enya told Bilbo she wanted to walk through Hobbiton and slipped outside. In truth, she did not want to hear the discussion between Gandalf and Thorin. The latter had been clear to her: he would take care of her until she was safe. And she was safe now. If he wouldn't allow her on the trip… She groaned. Even she knew that dwarves could be very, very stubborn. If he did not want her to come along, she wasn't coming.

Simple as that.

She hummed on of her favorite songs while she enjoyed a stroll through the lane Bilbo lived on. The shire was an hilly area, the hobbits living under the rolling grass of the landscape. The crickets were chirping loudly and the sound was comforting her nerves. The moon stood high in the sky. Enya secretly wondered if Thorin liked her as much as she liked him.

'God' she muttered. 'You don't even know how relationships between dwarves work!'

She didn't even know how human relationships worked anyway... Her last one had been traumatizing to say the least.

When she reached the end of the lane, she took a left turn and walked through the beautiful fields that surrounded the town. She decided to sit down on the long soft grass. As she watched the stars in the darkened sky, she thought about home. Would time work different in this world? Would they already have noticed that she was gone? Would they be worried? For a moment, the thought of Jason, and him discovering that she was missing, made her homesick. Then she remembered his smug face when he told her he would be staying with Abbie for a couple of months.

Again.

To think about us, he had said. She huffed. Think. Yeah, the last place where he would think about her... would be definitely at Abbie's. In her bed. She actually pitied poor Abbie, for taking him back. The stupid girl was no better than Enya herself... She angrily wiped away a tear that rolled down her cheek. She shouldn't shed more tears for that prick. In fact, she shouldn't care one damn bit about what the hell Thorin thought of her as well. Or any other man. Or dwarf, for that matter. Right now, she needed herself to be sane and strong enough to outlive whatever challenges this world had to offer. She had no idea how that portal appeared and since those things seemed kinda rare, she figured she'd stuck in this world for a while. She smiled. She just had to go with the flow, and perhaps a new beginning would turn out to be blessing.

When she got back, everyone had gone inside. She sighed and plumped down on the bench before the window. The information Gandalf had given her a few hours ago sounded crazy. Grandma Gigi a dwarf princess? She giggled. Maybe. Maybe Gigi had been a fire witch after all. On the other hand, she could not remember a situation where grandma Gigi ever used her supposed 'skills' to bend fire to her will. Sure, she had been a little kid, but... She regarded her own hands with curiousity. They seemed perfectly normal, nothing that could- she frowned when a red spot appeared in the center of her palm, accompagnied by a burning sensation that was uncomfortable. She stared at them and clenched her jaw when the pain became more intense.

'Am I getting ill?' she muttered. It would not surprise her if she was infected with some mysterious disease. She hissed softly when one hand began to shake uncontrollably.

What the actual fuck?

Suddenly the door opened and Thorin and Gandalf stepped through. With a hard smack Thorin shut it and the wood protested when it was pushed back violently in its frame.

'There is no point in discussing this.' He said with a chillingly cold voice. 'She cannot come. I don't need a woman who cannot protect herself, let alone in a world unknown to her.'

'But I believe she can be helpful' Gandalf tried. 'She does possess powers we don't understand yet!'

'I said NO!' Thorin bellowed. 'First you set me up with a burglar who isn't a burglar, and now this? I trusted you on that one, but one supposed burglar is enough. I don't need two.'

Enya stood up and folded her arms before she faced them.

'I think you do.' She said, in the most cutest and cringe-worthy tone she could imagine. Thorin's gave her the evil eye, his face wry with anger. She wanted to be polite, humble even, but when she felt the warm hot blood running up to her cheeks, she knew it was too late.

Her inner bitch was set loose.

And her inner bitch knew no mercy.

She narrowed her eyes.

'I am not scared of you' she said with clenched teeth. 'Pull up that wall and pretend to be a scary bastard, but I am not buying that. Neither am I scared of this world. I can fight.'

'With what?' he asked sarcastically.

'Anything I can find.'

'You didn't seem to be able to defend yourself when I found you.' He shot back.

'I didn't?' Enya hissed. 'That is the perfect example! Here I am, confused, only thirty seconds this fucking place, I made a pretty bad fall and then I'm expected to fight off the first person who grabs me, out of the fucking blue?'

'That is the point of being able to defend yourself' he mocked.

Enya was so furious she had to do something to channel her anger. She could not grab Thorin show him how angry she really could be, so she chose to pace back and forth and breathe heavily while trying not to lose her mind.

'It is absolutely ridiculous you assume women can't fight. I fought of my fair share of men. The kind that thinks they can call you names or touch you just because you happen to be there. I did not have a sword back then.' She huffed. 'I even wore HEELS too, for god sake!'

Both men stared at her with a blank face that told her they had no idea what she was talking about.

'Right' she muttered. 'Heels are very uncomfortable high shoes. They don't really enable you to run, so that leaves only one option open.'

Her anger was only fueled by the thought of those nights she was harassed.

'I kicked their asses.'

Her left hand began shaking again, but she was so caught up in the situation that it did go unnoticed.

Thorin smirked. 'You might me skilled in your world, but that doesn't ensure me that you can be helpful to my company. I need proof.'

He folded his arms and seemed very determined. Well, then he had to learn she could be very determined too. She gave him the most chilling look she could conjure.

'Fine. You should have left me in the mercy of those orcs then.'

'But I didn't'

'No.' Enya forced her lips into a devious smile. 'I wonder why.'

She quickly glanced at her hand when the pain, now unbearable, shot through her palm again. The red mark in the middle extended and felt like it was on fire. Gandalf grabbed her hand and the look on his face made her terrified.

'Have you encountered this before?' he asked her. His voice was soft, but the serious undertone made her fear for her life.

Enya shook her head. 'No, I haven't.'

Gandalf exchanged a glance with Thorin.

'This is what I told you about.' He muttered.

Thorin nodded, but said nothing.

'What?' asked Enya.

Another glance. None of them spoke.

Enya pulled her hand from Gandalfs grip. She stormed inside and grabbed her coat. She was furious at that stupid dwarf king and the physical pain wasn't helping to lighten her mood. When she entered the front yard again, both men were regarding her with suspicion.

Enya managed to give them a cold smile.

'You know what, I'll make this very easy. I've had it. I spent half of my lifetime doing things because others told me so. I've been broken, being cheated on and brought down numerous times. I'm not a second option, something you should drag along to see if I ever come in handy. I'll make my own luck. I won't allow anyone near me unless I want to.'

She stormed out of the gate.

'Gentlemen' she saluted. 'Have a good trip.'

When she wanted to bring her arm down again, but all movement stopped when an enormous flame shot out of the palm of her hand.

Before she knew it, a very unlady-like curse left her mouth. 'WHAT THE FUCK!'

She gasped and gaped at her hand, which was actually on fire. It didn't hurt as much as she expected it would. Actually, she felt nothing. What was this kind of a weird disease? It made her furious and fascinated at the same time. Her hands were shaking uncontrollably and all of the sudden the flame was gone.

'WITCHCRAFT!' screamed Dori.

Enya looked up again and noticed the whole company was watching her from Bilbo's front yard. Great, an audience. One that was quick to judge too. She clenched her fists together and howled in horror when the ground around her started to turn into ice. Snow swirled around her and she quickly opened her hands.

'SHE IS A WITCH!'

Enya teared up and in a reflex to defend herself she shot something at Dori's head. A loud thumb vibrated through Hobbiton. Enya was horrified when she saw a thick icicle sticking in the post of the door above Dori. Did she just do that? How did she do that?

WHAT?!

Meanwhile, Dori was trembling and he pointed at her, his face twisted in horror.

'WITCH!'

'I am truly sorry' she whispered and for a moment she had no idea what she should do. She had nowhere to go. She couldn't possibly go inside again, after making a scene. She quickly turned and rapidly walked down the lane. When she was sure she was out of sight, she started to run. She fought the tears until she saw entered the forest at the border of the shire. Then she cried until there were no more tears left.

Thorin had sent everyone inside and prepared to search miss Enya himself. Maybe he had been harsh on her, but she had to understand that he could not grow soft. Everyone in the company had a job, a purpose. He could not drag everyone along. The moment he had laid his eyes on her, he had known he was terribly lost. He could not let that happen, he had to focus. Any distraction could be devastating. He hoped she could not guess how much he wanted to make her his. According to the ancient dwarf laws he just could have taken her and marked her as his own… He smiled. She probably would have tore him a new one if he tried that...

'Thorin!'

Thorin jumped and shot a glance at Gandalf, who apparently was at his side again.

'Let her go.' Gandalf said.

Thorin grunted.

Gandalf shook his head. 'She'll be back. She is just confused. She found her homeland, her destiny. The magic in this land is unlocking her powers, but she's not ready yet.'

'Can we…' Thorin began.

'No. She'll be back when she is ready.'

The wizard stared in the darkness.

'We have to trust her on that.'

Thorin heaved a sigh and resisted the urge to ignore the wizard and search for miss Enya anyway. The wizard was right, he had duties. He hoped she would find her way back to him. He marched inside and searched for Balin.

'Has the hobbit signed the contract yet?' he grunted.

Balin shook his head. 'No, he did not. Thorin, I fear we have lost our burglar.'

Thorin frowned. It appeared that none of Gandalf optional additions to the company were going to last.

'Maybe it is for the best.' Balin mused. 'What are we, Thorin? We're merchants, miners, tinkers... toy makers.'

Thorin smiled. 'There are a few warriors among us.'

'Very old warriors' Balin said while inclining his head.

'I would take any of these dwarves over an army from the iron hills.' Thorin admitted. 'Speaking of our company: we need an extra contract.'

'Why?' Balin was his friend long enough to ask him such a question.

Thorin scoffed, but decided to answer the question anyway.

'Because miss Enya might return.'

He turned around and did not see the curious glance that Balin shot at him. He went outside again. He should get some sleep before they left at dawn, but he wasn't that tired. He stared into the way miss Enya disappeared an hour ago.

She would find her way back.

She had to.