A/N: Mary is not a sue! Just kidding!
Disclaimer: I don't own this. If I did, Figwit would have said more.
"He is here." Said the Wizard, looking as if he were amused at something to come.
Mary sighed. Bilbo looked like he would explode. Fíli and Kíli looked to be the only ones excited. Balin glanced at Mary, noticing her feminine sigh.
'Oh, great, he's already suspicious,' thought Mary. Her thoughts were interrupted when the door opened.
In strode a dwarf who was taller than the rest (save for Kíli), with stormy eyes (the only eyes that could compete with Mary's stormy grey-blue orbs), dark hair, and a surprisingly short beard. His proud air irritated Mary. It made her think of the immature kids at her school.
"Gandalf," said the dwarf, "I thought you said this place would be easy to find. I lost my way, twice." He removed his cloak. "I would not have found it at all, had it not been for that mark on the door."
"There's no mark on the door, it was painted a week ago!" Exclaimed the irate hobbit, not intimidated by the giant beside him.
"There is a mark there, I put it there myself," Said Gandalf, looking somewhat guilty.
Gandalf, Thorin, and Bilbo conversed, though Mary did not listen. Neither did the suspicious Balin. Mary's attention was caught when Thorin said, "He looks more like a grocer than a burglar!"
Mary immediately stood up, and glowered at the haughty midget.
"Do you have anything you wish to say?" Sneered the Dwarf.
"Yes,"said Mary, "He does not deserve this treatment. And for your information, your royal highness, he will make a great burglar." Such majestic power radiated from her voice, some of the dwarves cowered. But, Thorin will not cower, because there needs to be lasting character tension.
Thorin puffed his chest out, and began to speak, until Gandalf intervened.
"Everybody, stop acting like children," He growled "Master Baggins is much more impressive than he seems."
Mary cowered at his voice. Thorin puffed his chest out further.
Mary tried to avoid everyone. She made a bad first impression. Gandalf eventually grabbed one of her smooth, pale arms, and led her to the kitchen.
"You had best be careful," Gandalf said "You will be traveling with all of them, after all."
Mary glanced at the floor.
"What should I do now? I can't imagine traveling with that haughty..." The rest of what she said is not to be repeated. Gandalf smiled gently. He could not easily lose patience with such a bright young lady.
The dwarves began to sing. The song was surprisingly sad; low and beautiful. After they finished, Kíli approached her.
He looked at her coldly. "Balin actually wants you to join. He said to meet you in the library." He clearly was not happy that she sassed his uncle.
Mary walked quickly to the library, even though she should not know where that's at.
"You're not a ranger, are you, laddie? Are you even a man?" Began the old dwarf.
Mary cast down her cloak, and, lo and behold! Before Balin stood a tall elf maiden! He chuckled.
"I think you would do just fine. However; I think you and Thorin would not get along. You will have to remain hooded, if you are to come at all."
"You want me to join?" Mary asked. Balin nodded.
"Gandalf said you would be an excellent ally."
As if on cue, Gandalf walked in.
"Thorin says you can join. Just don't let him find out your gender. Or that you're an elf."
Mary nodded this would be easy. What could go wrong?
The next morning dawned bright and early. Thorin, Fíli and Kíli did not look happy.
Mary was sharing a horse with Gandalf. She wondered why the wizard could not have brought that cart with him.
They halted in the woods, waiting for the hobbit. When they were about to leave, the tiny figure came crashing through the woods. Huffing, and saying, 'I signed it!', he handed the contract to Balin. Mary smiled.
Rain. Pouring, merciless, cold rain poured on them. Bilbo got the worst of it, but this is Mary's story, so who cares about the diminutive burglar? Everyone was in a bad mood, even Bofur, a hatted dwarf who had a seemingly unbreakable
Spirit. But this weather could crush anyone's spirit. Even Mary scowled into the grey clouds.
The company eventually settled down in a rocky clearing. Mary breathed in the moonlight filled night air. Beside her sprang a lavender and white flower, that resembled a rose, without thorns. It glowed silver in the light of the moon. For so fair she was, a new flower sprang forth to greet her. It is called now Celefae, which means 'silver spirit.' The Eldar sing of it to this day.
As Mary sat down, she realized that Darryl, her German Shepard, was missing! Her eyes widened. How long...! Her head swam. Her heart hurt. He was almost always with her, so she did not notice his absence. She failed! She lost the only thing that ever loved her. A single tear ran down her face.
Mary glided over to Gandalf.
"Where the **** is Darryl?! I'm going to go crazy if he isn't found!" Several dwarves looked at her, their bushy eyebrows raised.
The rest of the night passed, slowly yet quickly. Gandalf explained her situation.
She moved like a zombie the next morning. Ori, the young scribe, tried to cheer her up, even though he said nothing to her the day before. Bofur also tried to lighten her mood, by telling cheap jokes. She actually smiled, though no one noticed. She was still a man, as far as they were concerned. Because of her unmatched skill in everything, she managed to keep her hood over her face. How amazing!
When they reached a campsite, a quarrel arose. Gandalf and Thorin argued. The Wizard huffed and walked away, saying he was sick of dwarves. So was Mary.
That night, Mary felt something stir in the pit of her stomach. Fear, unrest. Kíli and Fíli left to watch the ponies. She fell asleep. Until the young heirs of Dúrin came crashing through the forest.
"Bilbo's in danger!" They both screamed in unison. Mary unsheathed a sword. Where did she get that sword?
A/N: I have plans for Darryl. And I swear it drives me crazy how Bofur and Ori become friends with the OC so quickly. And though there's nothing wrong with defending Bilbo (I know I would. He's adorable!), it's really getting old. And, OC's always argue with Thorin, yet he still lets them on the quest.
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