Here's chapter 2!

Erika sat in one of Bilbo's armchairs, enjoying the warmth that took over her. The fire in front of her blazed as Bilbo came in handing her a cup of tea. She had been reading of the Elves of this world; not so different from hers. Bilbo had asked her many a questions about her homeland, he had spotted quite quickly she was not from Middle Earth, and promised to keep that a secret. They agreed it would be best just to say she was from the North. Bilbo, though excited by her presence, didn't want to ask to many question at once and kept many held back.

"What were you reading? If you don't mind my asking." Bilbo said as he settled in another armchair with his own cup of tea.

"About the Elves, of this world. They're not so different from the ones of mine." Erika closed the book, and smiled at the long golden swirls on the book cover." These ones, the Elves from Imladris. They remind me of the Altmer from the Summerset Isle."

"You have Elves in your lands?"

"Oh yes, two of my closet friends are Elves."

"There are many then? Is Altmer a word for elf?"

"Altmer is a type of elf. There are the Altmer, the Bosmer and the Dunmer. The Altmer are commonly known as High Elves, and they excel in magic."

"Like those of Imladris! What of the Bosmer and the Dunmer?"

Erika smiled as her little friends mouth twisted around the words. She had told him many a strange word to him, and each time Bilbo would say the word again, echoing her.

"The Bosmer, known as Wood Elves hail from Valenwood; all Elves are fantastic archers, but Wood Elves are the best. Dunmer are called Dark Elves, I suppose for their skin is almost a blue or grey colour. My two friends I mentioned? One is a Bosmer and the other a Dunmer; I'd trust them with my life. In fact I have, numerous times."

"It's strange isn't it, Miss Erika?" Bilbo said, taking a drink of tea. "In some ways our lands are complteely different and in offer quite similar."

"I'm glad of it, makes things simpler." Erika joked, earning a smile from her friend. "Bilbo, is there anywhere I can gain work? I hate being out of coin!"

"Bree would be your closest bet."

"Is it far?"

"Not really, just out of Hobbiton and a few miles down the river."

"Oh, I don't really feel like leaving just yet."

"Well I'm happy to keep the company!"

Erika walked to the plains of Whiterun. She looked to the bonfire not far off, the giant's camp. She held onto her two handed sky steel sword, ready to attack. Erika had to prove herself, she knew not many of them thought anything of her skill, she was nothing but a whelp to them. This was how she was first noticed, she'd helped them take down a giant! A giant! That was something Erika had only dreamed of doing, fighting great beasts and side by side with the greatest warriors she'd ever heard of! And now she was one of them! She was a Companion!

Erika stepped forward, skysteel at the ready and her leather armor had recently been upgraded; she had potions at the ready and had learnt the fast healing spell just for the occasion She could do this, she would. She'd prove that she was no mere child!

"I wouldn't do that if I were you."

Erika turned. One of the circle had joined her on the plains, staring off at the giant camp as she had done so mere seconds ago. She turned back to the plains. She was...going to do this...right?

"It would be suicide if you went out there by yourself."

"I helped take that other one down."

"Helped. That's the key word there. You helped. You're not strong enough; not yet."

"You think I will be? One day."

"I think one day you'll be something great. We're just one of your stepping stones."

Erika was silent.

"You'll make us proud. You'll make Riverwood and Whiterun proud. Your parents will be proud, and you will be."

"I don't have any parents."

"Everyone has parents whelp; whether they're dead or alive. Your's are dead then?"

"My mother is; she died of fever when I was young."

"And you your father?"

"Never knew him. They say he left shortly after my birth. He was a great warrior and was needed else where."

"Did you ever have a name?"

"No. He named me Erika."

Silence. There was no reply.

"When will I be strong enough."

"Not for a while; I'll let you know when. You'll be great. A true warrior, little whelp."

Erika woke with a start from her bed in Bilbo's house. She got up and wrapped a dressing gown around her. Bilbo had been nice enough t ask a neighbor, who was on his way to Bree to collect some clothing for Erika; Bilbo had paid all the expenses, he had thought her being in her Armour all day would be in uncomfortable. He wasn't wrong there. She sat down at his tables mumbling,

"Well, when I'm a great and true warrior, you'll have to stop calling me little whelp."

"Pardon?"

"Oh!" Erika hadn't realized she'd said it out loud. "I'm sorry Bilbo. I didn't realize I said that out loud. I had a dream last night of something that happened when I was sixteen."

"Do you fancy sharing it?"

Erika smiled and relayed the dream onto Bilbo, who sat in awe listening. He did however laugh at the Companions last comment.

"Who was it?"

"He was one of the circle. They were the best in the Companions; I quickly became one of them as great and true as he predicted."

"i do believe you did. I've never seen you in battle; but I can imagine your adventure's in my mind's eye. I can see your weapons, it did help that you drew them, among other things, in that journal! I can fully imagine everything!" Bilbo smiled as he walked to the other end of the table taking hold of the journal and walked back over. Inside were different drawings Erika had made and some notes that Bilbo had jotted down. He found her world fascinating. "Why don't we have this outside?"

"Of course Bilbo!" Erika stood. "I'll just go get changed."

"..-Whether I want it to be or not or you feel good this morning or that is a morning to be good on?"

"A-all of them at once..I suppose."

Erika giggled at poor Bilbo, who seemed at a loss with this old man. Erika could feel...something. Perhaps he was like her; did he know of the Arcane arts also? The old man looked at her before quickly shifting his gaze to the hobbit once more. He looked down on the little hobbit, who sat awkwardly with his pipe in his mouth waiting for the old man to move on.

"Can I help you with something?" the little Hobbit asked.

"That, remains to be seen." The man said, still looking down at Bilbo. "I'm looking for someone to share in an adventure."

Erika, knew in the bottom of her heart that in the bottom of his heart Bilbo wanted to jump up; but all that showed on the surface was her excitement. To be back on the road again; sure this place wasn't Skyrim. But she longed for adventure again. And Bilbo, her dear little friend also knew that they both wanted that.

"An adventure? Well I don't imagine anyone this side of Bree, would be interested in adventure's." Clearly Bilbo had already forgotten Erika, he got up and went to his mail box. "Nasty, disturbing, uncomfortable things!" Bilbo took out the few letters in the box, puffing on his pipe. "Make you late for dinner!"

He then began shuffling thought mail, as if trying to find an expected letter. He occasionally looked up, disappointed to find the old wizard still there. The two started talking again as Bilbo made for his door. Through this Erika learnt the old wizard name, Gandalf; and Gandalf made excellent fireworks.

"And where else shall I be?" Gandalf asked, looking rather offended. Bilbo shifted awkwardly before smoking his pipe again. It seemed to be something of a habit, to stop him from saying something else. The wizard shifted his weight. "Well I'm glad to see you've remembered something about me, even if it's only my fireworks."

Erika couldn't help but feel sorry for the wizard and his low, sad tones.

"Well that's decided! It'll be very good for you!" The wizard exclaimed pointing at Bilbo. "And most amusing for me! I must inform the others."

"Inform the...Wait! No!No!" Bilbo ran up the steps. "We do not want any adventures! Not today...not...no..."

Bilbo stumbled over his words before wishing a good morning and closing his round door. Erika watched in amusement. Gandalf stood for a moment before making his way into Bilbo's garden and with his staff he scratched a symbol into he door, he stared though the window at the little hobbit, who Erika knew was hiding behind the door this very second. The wizard walked past her and went on his way when,

"Mister Gandalf?"

The wizard turned round, smiling slightly, he had seen the gleam in her eyes as he had mentioned adventure's and he had wondered how long it would take for her to inquire. All through his conversation with Bilbo Baggins, he had been stealing glances at the girl. He had never seen this girl before; but as something had told Erika that there was more to Gandalf then meets the eye, something was telling Gandalf the exact same thing.

"Ah, yes?"

"I was wondering...um...the adventure you're planning on taking mister Bilbo?"

"You would like to take part, am I correct in assuming?"

"Yes sir. I can handle my own. I'm familiar with most weapons; I'm a good healer; I know abit of magic and many beats thought hey may be different here."

"You do intrigue me. I must admit, I do wish for you to come along; perhaps we can find why you are here?" Gandalf mused over his his words. "I shall see you soon, and remember when I return, what was your words...ah yes! Hold your own!"

There you are guys! Sorry if I got some of the film/book speak wrong. What do you guys think?