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Bryn ran through the trees, trying to catch up with the company. She could see Nori and Bofur, closer to the back of the group.

''Wait!'' She called, gasping for breath. The company stopped, and she could see most of them giving her quizzical glances as she passed. She stopped next to Gandalf, smiling at him warmly before walking up to Balin. ''I signed it.'' She announce proudly, waving the signed contract for Thorin to see before handing it to the older dwarf.

Balin took the parchment, reading it twice before pulling out some spectacles. Upon inspecting the parchment he gave her a small smile and a wink before stuffing the contract in his saddle bag. ''Welcome to the company of Thorin Oakenshield.''

Smiling even wider, Bryn turned to look at Thorin. A look of surprise and mild frustration was on his face. The look he always held around her. He nudged his pony into a trot, calling back to Balin. ''Give him a pony.'' Balin started to follow Thorin, his own white horse following the leader naturally.

''No, I'm perfectly fine, walking. I mean I can keep up, Thhooorrrinnn.'' She squeezed her eyes shut as his two nephews lifted her up onto a pony. It was covered with packs, but didn't seem to mind the extra weight. At first, Bryn was worried and uneasy. She had never ridden a pony, and certainly hadn't wanted to know what it was like to fall off of one. But after a few moments she felt comfortable enough on the small horse to turn around to see the rest of the group. ''What's her name?'' She called, taking on her brother's boyish accent immediately.

''Oh, her? She don't have a name. But I always thought Mirdle would make a fine pony name.'' Bofur called back to her, nudging his own pony into a trot so that he could ride beside her.

''Well then Mirdle, I suppose I could get used to you...'' The pony whinnied, and horse hair flew into Bryn's face. ''Eventually.''

''Oh you'll have to get used to the saddle soreness, and since you've obviously never ridden a pony, it'll be worse for you.'' Bofur smiled at her warmly, the idea of saddle soreness not seeming to bother him. He kept a bright attitude, and it continued to be all smiles on his face until he was pushed of the trail by Gandalf's much larger horse.

''Well Mr. Baggins. I'm glad to see that you came along after all.'' Gandalf said, his horse riding alongside her pony. Bofur had fallen back next to Nori, but continued to give the wizard dirty looks.

''I'm not sure why I came. It just seemed like the right thing to do at the given moment.'' Bryn replied, focusing on holding the ponies reigns. Two bags of coins flew over her head, and she could hear hoots of victory from the back of the group. ''What's that about?''

''They cast lot's, about if you would turn up.'' Gandalf replied, looking ahead at Thorin, who was discreetly handing Balin a bag of coins. The leader of the company seemed to have not have any faith in her, and looked anything but happy about her turning up.

''What about you? What did you think?'' Bryn asked, looking back at the wizard.

He paused, not looking at her, but a smile broke his wrinkled face as he caught a bag of coins. ''Oh my dear Bilbo! I never doubted you for a second.'' He chuckled, and stuffed the money into his pack. Bryn opened her mouth to say something more, when she suddenly sneezed.

''Oh dear.'' She mumbled, reaching for a handkerchief. '' Horse hair, I'm having an allergic reaction.'' Her pockets were empty, and so was her pack. How in the world could she have forgotten pocket handkerchiefs? She hadn't had a very bad sneeze, so she didn't exactly need the handkerchief, but what then? Wipe her nose on her sleeve? ''Stop! Stop! We have to go back!'' She called, wincing at the derogatory look Thorin gave her.

''Here!'' Bofur yelled, he had moved up some in the group, and tore off some of his jerkin, throwing back at her. ''Use this!''

She grasped the piece of cloth, wondering why she ever left her hobbit hole to be with these dwarves. The cleanness of the fabric was doubtful, and an odd stain was on the edge of it.

''Move along!'' Gandalf said over her, the company resuming in its slow journey. ''Bilbo Baggins, you will have to do without a lot more than pocket handkerchiefs in the weeks to pass. We will be journeying farther than you ever have, and you will soon get accustomed to life on the road.''

Bryn looked down at Mirdle, and settled into the hard saddle. Already her legs were stiff and her back needed to be popped. ''At least it isn't raining.'' She mumbled. Falling behind the wizard, and settling between Fili and Kili. The brother's had been snickering about something, and always seemed to have some private joke they were sharing when she was around.

''Well. I'm sure it will rain soon. And then every part of you will be absolutely soaked. And the good part, we won't need to shower!'' Kili exclaimed in an excited whisper. His brother laughed, and clapped him on the back, the dark-haired dwarf shoving his older brother away.

Bryn chuckled, and then a thought struck her. What would she do if she did need to bathe? She was surrounded by dwarves, and they were all very much masculine. Bryn's eyes were drawn to Thorin at that thought. A blush rose to her face, and she quickly ducked her head away from the boys.

''Oh I'm sure rain won't clean all of you.'' Bryn said aloud, eyeing the two brother's from where she had her face hidden. They laughed at her expression and Fili shoved Kili off his pony.

''He's right. Nothing can clean you!'' Fili's pony lurched onto a trot, and left Kili and his pony by the path. Kili cursed his brother, and wiped dirt form his hair and his face.