A bright ray of sunlight tickled her face, slowly awaking Enya her from her slumber. She blinked a few times. Her body felt stiff and for a moment she wondered why. When she opened her eyes and noticed the thick green leaves above her, every memory rushed back into her mind. She groaned, kneading her neck to ease the pain.

Alright. So she fell through a hole and ended up in middle earth, near the shire. She met Thorin and his company of dwarves. Bilbo had been so kind to let her have some clothing and Gandalf tried to persuade Thorin to bring her along. Enya whimpered. She behaved like child yesterday, throwing a temper tantrum like that... Any little chance she had of joining the crew was now gone. There would be no point of trying after that stunt, not even to mention that she even tried to hurt Dori…

Speaking of which... She got up and studied her hands, but there was nothing. Not even a small mark! This was simply impossible... Her hands had been severely burned yesterday. This could mean two things: or she had remarkable healing powers, or she was infected by something terrifying that was untraceable and scary.

Enya closed her eyes again, still feeling extremely tired by all the commotion she went through yesterday.

There was a large room, the walls decorated with a mint colored wallpaper. A little girl was sitting on a white sofa, her tiny arms folded over each other and her head still red from her recent outburst. A woman was watching the little girl from the other side of the room, her green eyes sending a fierce message. It was clear the girl had been scolded for doing something. Enya frowned as it began to daunt on her that this little girl WAS, in fact, herself. In her younger years. The woman with the fierce green eyes was no one less than her grandmother Gigira.

'Grandma, I want to play outside…' nagged little Enya.

'I said no, my dear.' Gigi said in a tone that made Enya believe her grandmother had been repeating this sentence at least a dozen times. 'You have been naughty. I warned you about the consequences, but you didn't listen.'

Little Enya huffed and stared outside, where she could see her siblings playing in the garden. They were having a good time. Enya pitied the small version of herself, that looked very defeated and angry.

'You have to understand that actions always have consequences.' Gigi told her. 'Do you know what that means?'

'But grandma…' little Enya whined. 'I didn't mean to…'

'Enya!' Gigi interrupted and she raised one eyebrow. 'Don't tell me you didn't mean to cut your shirt into pieces!' She pointed at the table where the poor pile of clothing was laying.

Enya sniggered as she suddenly remembered this event all too well. Her mother had gotten her a new shirt a month before. It was pink, adorned with ribbons and other unnecessary accessories, but that was not the worst part.

That would be the turtleneck.

Enya had hated the thing from the moment her mother put it on her for the first time, and she had tried to find a way to dispose it. So, when Gigi allowed her grandchildren to craft paper owls under her supervision and little Enya had access to a pair of scissors… She just wanted to get rid of the ribbons and the turtle neck. She honestly never meant to destroy the whole cloth…

'I'm sorry, grandma.' Little Enya gave in. 'I just… I…'

A smile went across Gigi's face. 'I know, sweetheart. It's the turtleneck, isn't it?'

Little Enya nodded slowly and a hopeful smile appeared on her face. Maybe nan wasn't going to punish her after all… She really, really, didn't mean to…

Gigi grinned back. 'Alright. Let's forget about the matter and put that dreadful thing in the bin. After that you can help me preparing our afternoon tea...'

The teapot was in place and Enya hurried to the kitchen to help her grandmother with the cups, and most importantly: making sure her nan didn't forget the cookie jar. She ran as fast as her little legs could carry her and in her enthusiasm she forgot to watch where she was going. With a loud smack she tipped over the rug in the hall, landing face down on the floor.

'Oh, I remember that hurt like hell.' Enya murmured as she saw her little counterpart scrambling herself together. She specifically remembered her hands… burning. Like she scraped them too many times over that damned rug... She glanced over at herself and saw the same red mark she had just a few hours ago.

'Oh Enya, what on earth are you doing, little one?' All of a sudden Gigi was there again and she lifted her granddaughter up from the floor.

'I tripped.' The girl replied, trying her best not to cry.

'Are you hurt?' Gigi asked.

Little Enya started sobbing uncontrollably.

'Alright, come on dear.' Gigi hushed. 'You're alright.' She carried little Enya towards the kitchen and put her on the counter. 'Let me see where it hurts…' She gently opened her granddaughter's hand palms and frowned. A red mark, blazing hot to the touch. Enya took a step closer towards the scene and eyed her grandmother curiously. She didn't remember this as a little girl, but now she could see that Gigi knew exactly what was happening. But how did she… Even back then? When did it stop? Why did it begin again?

'Enya…' Gigi coaxed as she stroke the little girl's cheek. 'Baby please, it's alright. You're alright.' She went on caressing her granddaughter until the sobbing stopped. 'Enya, what I'm about to tell you is extremely important.' grandma Gigi said and she lowered herself on her knees to be on the same level as the child. 'I want you to remember this when it's time.'

'Yes, nan.' Little Enya complied as her brows knitted together. 'But I don't understand… when will I know it's time?'

Gigi laughed. 'You curious little thing... It doesn't matter. When you are old enough to know it matters, it will.'

Enya watched her grandmother as she grabbed the cookie jar from one of the cabinets and got back to the child.

'Now dear, it is very important you will remember the information I am about to give you. If you can repeat everything I tell you, you will get a cookie.'

Little Enya smiled angelically. 'Two cookies.'

Gigi chuckled. 'Okay, two cookies then.'

'When you are a grown-up, it is very important to control your powers. You have to channel your emotions and not let them rule over you. If you do, you will become uncontrollable. Please my dear, for the sake of my world: control your fire and become who you must be.'

'Fire?' the child asked curiously. 'Do I have powers, grandma?'

'For now.' Gigi muttered and her face twitched in anger. 'Can you repeat what I said?'

The child obediently did and got her two extra-large cookies. Gigi smiled at little Enya when she stormed away with her treasure.

Then she turned to Enya herself.

'I am glad you remembered, Enya. I am sorry I cannot be here to guide you while you explore your powers.'

Enya looked around, uncertain to which individual Gigi was talking to in an (what seemed to be) empty kitchen.

Gigi giggled as she laid an hand on Enya's shoulder. 'I'm talking to you, silly.'

'What? How is this… But you… Grandma!' Enya felt the tears running down her cheeks as she embraced her nan.

'Gigi…' she began. 'I am so confused. I am in middle earth and suddenly there are flames and icicles shooting out of my palms and I have no control over it and…'

Enya started crying and for a few minutes she could not speak. Gigi patiently waited and patted Enya's back. She let her granddaughter weep until finally Enya's breathing became steady again.

'It is part of the process, my dear.' Gigi said softly. 'I saw it with your grandfather when we were young. You are the next fire witch.'

Enya let go of her nan, perplexed.

A what?

If she hadn't been focusing on the fact that she appeared to be someone, something, she never expected, she would have realized how small Gigi was. And very… dwarrowdam-ish.

'But what about the icicle? I tried to kill someone!' Enya howled.

Gigi shrugged. 'But you didn't kill him, did you?'

Enya groaned and rolled her eyes. 'It was a close call.'

'You did not channel your emotions.' Gigi said. 'You have to. Otherwise your powers will take over and you might kill someone then.'

She sighed when she saw her granddaughter eyeing her like she had two heads.

'You are the fire witch that was prophesized about. You were destined to arrive in middle earth and help Thorin and his company to reclaim the mountain.'

'What? Why?'

'Because it is written. Evil cannot have a grip on that place. It is far too important.'

Enya leaned against the kitchen counter and closed her eyes. This was ridiculous. She was being ridiculous! Fire witch? She bit on her tongue and scolded her mind for being one dumb-ass motherfucker. Her vivid imagination had to back the fuck down.

When she opened them, grandma Gigi was still there.

'You think I would magically disappear like that?' Gigi inquired.

Enya chuckled. 'It was worth a shot.'

'I am not going away until I told you what I want to share.' Gigi said and she sat down on one of the bar stools next to the counter.

'You need to learn about your powers, sweetheart. Please, I urge you to meditate every day. It silences your mind and eases your soul. Secondly, you need to practice.' Gigi stood up. 'Take the few upcoming days to practice your skills. The most important thing is that you focus entirely on what you want to do. Come with me please.'

Enya did what she was told. Her little version had no problems with disobeying her grandmother now and then, but she didn't dare to do that. She followed her grandmother to the hallway.

'Focus on that rug.'

Enya did so and watched that awful brown thing. She never understood why Gigi bought it in the first place.

'I know you dislike it.' Gigi mused. 'You see, after you tripped over it, you told me numerous times how much you hate it.'

Enya giggled. 'I am sorry grandma, but it is horrendous. And dangerous.'

Gigi shrugged. 'I want you to visualize that you scorch it with your fire.'

Enya reached with her hand and tried, but nothing happened.

'You have to feel it.' Gigi explained.

Enya concentrated and felt a weird tingling sensation in her hand.

'It is hideous!' she murmured and went with the urge to burn it down. A strangled noise came from her throat, along with a flame escaping from her left palm. It shot through the air and with a hissing noise it landed on his target. Enya was astonished when the rug, in fact, caught on fire. Little flames licked their way towards the edges, spreading the heat as they went.

Grandma Gigi smiled. 'That's it my dear. Follow your instincts. Now, since this is a memory and my rug isn't really ruined, I will forgive you for the mess you made.'

Enya laughed and Gigi embraced her.

'You have to go now.' She said. 'Remember what I told you.'

'NO!' cried Enya. 'Gigi! I am scared!'

'Don't be.' Gigi replied softly. 'Go kick some ass, sweetheart.'

Enya felt herself already fading, her touch not reaching her beloved grandma any more. Gigi started to walk away and turned one last time to her.

'Oh and Enya? Make Thorin yearn for you. Erebor needs a queen to stand a chance against dragon sickness.'

Enya found herself on her knees again, her voice hoarse from the screaming into the forest. It was like her grandmother hadn't been there at all. There was no fire, only the bright red marks on her skin indicated what happened just moments ago.

Right.

Either way she was a fire witch, destined to reconquer Erebor, or she seriously was losing her mind. She sighted and got up, knowing that the latter one wasn't an option. She had a lot of work to do.