Well, I'm back on campus and start classes once again tomorrow. So, naturally, instead of sleeping, I typed up another chapter.

I can't guarantee a great updating schedule while in school, but they will happen, so be patient.

Disclaimer is in the first chapter.


I was woken up the next morning with someone shaking my shoulder. All this caused was me to snuggle deeper into the cover, and push my face into the cushion. I was not a morning person in any shape or form. It did not matter how much sleep I got the night before, I still refused to wake up in the morning. Normally whoever was trying to get me up would leave when they realized I wouldn't be fazed, but the hand shaking me intensified instead. I groaned, rolled on my back, then opened my eyes to glare at who disturbed my slumber.

"Morning, lass. I suggest you get moving, unless you want to give Thorin a reason to leave you behind." A very awake Bofur smiled down on me, his silly hat already upon his head. Not being one known for her impulse control, I had the sudden desire to steal said hat. And throw it to the other side of the room, or as far as it would go. I pushed that impulse down, for once in my life, and sat up.

"Just know this: I will not be a friendly person for at least another hour," I warned, stretching my arms above my head, "I hate mornings with every fiber of my being." Bofur simply laughed at my warning, a very real one mind him, and walked to the dining room to join the rest of the company. It seemed that I was the last one to wake, and it wouldn't be the last time either. I stretched out my legs, slowly sliding down the couch on my back, and rolled onto the floor. I sat with my bag in between my legs to rummage through it for my other set of clothes. I pulled out the deep purple tunic, and sighed. I so didn't want to wear this, but if I could preserve my long sleeve shirt for sleeping or whatever else, then so be it. At this point in the morning, I didn't care who saw me change, nor did I care. I lifted my shirt and threw it to the side, then slid the tunic on. It wasn't as uncomfortable as I originally thought, and I loved the color. I just wasn't sleeping in it. I grabbed the boots and slid them on, then placed my lab shoes in the bag. I rolled the blanket up and placed it back on the top of the bag, which I then carried it over the front door to be picked up when we left.

I wandered over to the kitchen, while trying to throw my hair up in a ponytail, which I was lucky that I always keep one either on my wrist or in my lab coat pocket. Since my hair was a mess, and I didn't have an adequate brush, it was a bitch to deal with this particular morning. I stepped into the entrance of the dining room and leaned against the doorframe, because if I sat down once again, there was a high chance that I would lay my head down. Which meant I would pass out again, and have Thorin dislike me even more than he already did.

The scene in front of me was utter chaos. There was food, drinks, and dishes all over the table. I was guessing that dwarves weren't known for being the cleanliest of eaters in this world. They kind of reminded me of my idiots back home, whose work stations were never clean and always had some pile of something littering the surface. I smiled at this thought, but I was still maiming each and every one of them when I figured a way back home. The dumbasses.

"Would you like anything, miss?" A voiced called to me, interrupting my semi-dark thoughts of my coworkers. I looked up to see that one of the brothers, Fili, had addressed me.

"Pardon?" I asked back, my brain not entirely working this early in the morning. To this he, and a few others laughed at.

"Would you like anything? Something to eat or drink?" Fili asked once again, this time gesturing to the table in front of him. I looked at the table, trying to find something that I recognized in the disarray. Then I spotted them, coffee and apples. The breakfast of champions.

"Toss me an apple, and coffee would be heavenly right now." I answered, eying the pot of coffee. That would be the only reason this morning that I didn't kill someone today. Most likely Thorin, the douchebag. Ha, I just called royalty a douchebag, take that.

While in my own mind, I almost didn't see the apple that was suddenly tossed at my head, by a certain hat wearing dwarf. On reflex, I snatched the apple out of the air with one hand and bit into it. There was a reason this science and magic loving nerd was in color guard back in the old days. Good to know that I still had it. As I watched the rest of the company interact this morning, many of them way too chipper for my taste, another dwarf approached me, caring a mug of extremely hot liquid.

"Here ya go, Miss Y/N." He said, handing me the cup carefully. Ori was his name, the youngest of the group it seemed. Well, I was probably younger, but I was simply a mere human who abided by the laws of nature.

"Thanks, Ori." I smiled, using his name. I was always good at names, and this seemed to surprise him. He smiled to me then walked away, as I brought the hot liquid to my mouth, which was a mistake. I took one tiny sip then made a very loud and disgruntled noise, while trying to keep from spilling the rest on myself. There was a trait that ran through my family: none of us ever really listened when we were told that the food or drink was hot, and that still proved to be true.

As I caught the stares of the company, I just waved them away with my hand while laughing at my own stupidity. I continued to eat the apple, which had miraculously stayed in my hand, while listening to Thorin explain what was going on.

"We'll ride out of the Shire this morning, not in any rush. We will spend most of the day on horseback, understood?" Thorin announced eyeing the group of men sitting at the table. Most of the company nodded, while a few replied with "Aye!" I rolled my eyes, so I would have to ride a horse on this journey. Typical. Things would go a lot faster if only this world had Mustangs or cars in general. Thorin stood up, signaling that we were to leave, and passed by me, where he stopped.

"I hope you know how to ride, because we can't afford for you to slow us down." He all but sneered at. What a prick.

"Bite me." I retorted, giving him a glare of my own. I wanted to add douche dick at the end of that phrase, but I held my tongue. This prompted a real sneer out of him as he turned to walk to the front of the house. What an asshole.

"If you don't know how to ride, you can always ride with me." A voice said to right. I turned to see Kili standing next to, with a large grin on his face. Oh boy.

"Well, lucky for me, I do know how to ride," I explained, "Spent most of my childhood doing so. Can even do a few tricks, you see."

"Oh, I see. Okay then." Was all he said, then walked away, toward his uncle. I sighed, I wasn't going to deal with this, not today. I finished my coffee, then placed the mug on the table to be washed, as it seemed that Bifur, Bombur, and Dori were doing. The rest of the company had traveled to the living room, the door standing wide open. It seems that they group had gone outside to prepare the ponies or horses. I walked over to wear my bag laid and placed it upon my back, then made my way outside to the horses.

It had seemed that Gandalf had had a feeling that we would need extra horses, because each of us had our own, including me. A very pretty mare with a chestnut coat, and shaggy hair. I didn't know if she had a name, so I referred to her as 'big baby' for the time being. We had mounted up and started our journey out of the Shire, and headed to the mountains.

"Single file!" Thorin had called from the front, just behind Gandalf. There was probably some big deal on why this was how we were traveling for now, and I had a feeling that a certain wizard had advised it. I was in line just in front of Bofur and behind Kili. Great, two very chatty dwarves to deal with this morning. We were on the road less than ten minutes when a bet was made. A bet that Bilbo would or wouldn't join us before we made it half way out of the Shire. Many of the dwarves agreed with Thorin, that he wouldn't be with us. But deep in my gut, I knew that hobbit would make it to us, I just knew it. Seeing as I rarely doubted my instinct, I placed my own wager. One saying that Bilbo would join the company. The only other people that seemed to agree with me were Bofur, Kili, and Gandalf. We were going to make bank off of this little wager. Once that had settled down, the silence set in.

'Please, oh please, get your ass here Bilbo,' I thought to myself, leaning over the front of my saddle, 'I might just have to start singing if you don't make it here soon.'

'Maybe I will. Just so I can give Thorin another reason to dislike me. I wonder, how many shades of red can his face turn?'


So, the character is a little shit, like me. Hope you guys like it, cause I'm making this shit up as I go.

As always, R&R for Twix

Kitty-Twin89