Bonnie's eyes flew open. Around her was lush greenery, tall trees with sharp looking pines, bushes lavished with berries and nuts, and soft leafed great oaks that looked old and wise. She looked around; she could tell that she was shorter now; the ground looked much closer than before. All Bonnie could do now was wonder where she'd fallen next.

Bonnie noticed that her feet were larger than before, quite large in fact. It suddenly struck her.

'Wait….It can't be!' she mused in amazement.

'Oh yes it could.' Voice assured her.

Just then a rustling in the bushes startled Bonnie and she whipped around to see who was there. Much to her surprise she saw the familiar faces of Merry and Pippin. Bonnie fell over in her surprise, which the two Hobbits took to be fear, and they walked over to her and helped her up with mischievous smiles.

"What're you doing out here all alone, lass?" Pippin said in a kind and curious tone.

Bonnie opened her mouth to speak but no words came out.

She tried again and failed.

"What's wrong? Can't you talk?" Merry asked with a tilt of his head.

'Why can't I talk?!' Bonnie thought, alarmed.

'I'd guess it's the shock from your mutant powers returning to your imagination.' Voice offered an explanation. Bonnie sighed.

She shook her head hesitantly and looked up at the two Hobbits. They looked even more adorable in person; they were wide-eyed with wonder and their mouths had relinquished small smirks on their faces. They wore the velvet elven-cloth tunics and trousers that they had received from the elves in Rivendell; they also each were armed with Hobbit-sized swords, more like daggers, on their belts that they gently rested their hands on.

Merry nudged Pippin with his elbow.

"She's very pretty." He said quietly, apparently thinking that Bonnie couldn't hear him.

"I thought she was pretty first!" Pippin hissed back.

"No you didn't!" Merry raised his voice.

"Yes I did!" Pippin shouted.

Bonnie stared at them as they fought. She was in Middle Earth; this was a bit much to take in all at once, the other worlds were easier to cope with but this place? This was beyond dazzlingly awe-inspiring.

Bonnie stood after a moment and gave a loud sharp clap to hopefully catch the arguing Hobbits' attentions. After her attempt failed, she sighed heavily and glared at the fighting Hobbits; obviously, she was in this world because there was something that needed fixing or resetting. She held her breath for a moment in thought, absent-mindedly, and soon became light headed. As her vision blurred she reached out towards Pippin and fell on her side as everything went black in a haze.

Bonnie shot open her eyes and looked around warily.

"Ah, you're awake, Lass!" Pippin's voice alighted on Bonnie's ears joyfully.

"W-What happened?" Bonnie asked in a groggy voice; she could talk again! Her eyes opened wide in realization.

"So you can talk!" Pippin marveled with a wide grin. Bonnie nodded gingerly upon discovering she had acquired quite an agonizing headache. Her head then began to ring and hundreds of images flashed through her mind in an eerie shriek; a few of the images looked like memories that she could not remember ever having experience before in her entire life; the images took place in someone else's point of view always looking at her, always holding her hand; always playing with Bonnie as a child; watching her grow up and feeling dark and lonely, so dark that it began to consume them with an eerie cold calm.

'You….to….d…now…!' Voice was muffled and barely audible through the screams and breathy shrieks inside Bonnie's head; Pippin still looked completely at ease, his mouth moving; she could not hear what he was saying.

"Voice?!" Bonnie screamed in fright and pain.

'Guess again!' a man's rich and cool voice replied in triumph in her head; it was so familiar…

'Let me take over…I'll make the pain go away…Let me help you, Princess…' the man's voice was soothing and Bonnie felt herself relax; his voice was familiar and it both delighted and chilled her to hear it as if it both comforted her and disgusted her at the same time.

Suddenly, Pippin stopped talking and turned his head slowly towards her, expressionless and almost lifeless. He slapped his hands onto Bonnie's shoulders and said: "Imagine a new ability for this world, now!" in a voice that was not his own.

The images in Bonnies mind slowed and showed only Aragorn, Pippin, Merry...Legolas. Her mind's eye rested on the image of Legolas wielding his bow and arrows; that skill, that weapon; that was what drew her to this image.

'Good choice.' Voice panted in her head. All at once knowledge entered her mind like a nice cool flood of water and all went white as all the pain and all the noise subsided instantly.

Bonnie blinked. She could see again; Pippin looked as if nothing had happened and all was normal. After a moment, Bonnie realized that she was talking to the Hobbit as well.

She blinked again.

"I come from…" she stopped talking slowly, now in control of her body again.

"A place called…Dublin." She continued hesitantly.

'What the bloody hell just happened?' Bonnie thought, hoping that that man's voice would not be the one to answer; her arms and fingers felt stronger than they had been before and she had the urge to wield a bow and a quiver of arrows.

'…The other consciousness…woke up…for a moment…' Voice replied in an exhausted tone.

'Don't even ask me what that is…'cause I can't tell you…' he finished in a very sassy note.

"Where's Dublin?" Pippin's voice drew Bonnie back into reality.

"It's uh, uhm…Very far away…" she said with a tilt of her head as she was not quite certain of what to say.

"Dublin…well I've never heard of it, and I've travelled pretty far." Pippin said with a grin.

"Well, not this far…" Bonnie replied, returning his smile.

The two of them talked a while longer until Bonnie had stopped shaking and was well enough to venture out; she was eager to see Hobbiton with her own eyes and to find out exactly what it was that he was supposed to do.

She walked shakily, supported on Pippin's arm, and walked out of the Hobbit Hole to see the quaint little town of Hobbiton. By now Bonnie had discovered that she was now a Hobbit, cute and stout of stature; she quite liked it. She walked arm-in-arm with Pippin through the little village and smiled at the inhabitants of Hobbiton as she passed them. She felt as if she could've just ignored whatever purpose she had there and lived there for the rest of her life in peace, surrounded by fictional people.

Pippin chatted, telling her all about the dangers he'd been through on the great journey to Mordor that she had surely already heard about, because he was obviously so famous, and Bonnie smiled and played along.

The finally made it to the tavern of all places and walked in to see it full of rowdy drunk Hobbits, the most notable being Merry who was dancing on one of the tables; Bonnie also eyed Legolas sitting calmly in the corner, talking with Sam Wise.

Pippin guided Bonnie over to the Hobbit and the Elven Prince and pulled out a seat for her in a gentlemanly way.

"Why thank you, Master Took." Bonnie said in a grateful tone, looking at the adorable Hobbit. Pippin blushed a bit and smiled.

"Legolas, Sam, this is Bonnie. I found her in the forest at the edge of the Shire. She has come from the land of Dublin." He announced to the others. They nodded to her in greetings; their faces were grim.

"What's wrong, lads?" Pippin questioned, patting them on the back good-naturedly. Bonnie tried not to look too interested in what they were talking about; she tried very hard not to seem like she was gawking at them, because she was; what would you do if you met Hobbits and an Elf?

Legolas gave a wary look at Bonnie then his expression changed to one of wonder.

'You are not of this world.' Legolas said in Elvish to Bonnie. She was startled that she could actually understand what he said, although it took a moment.

'How can I understand him?' Bonnie thought.

''Cause I'm translating. Go on, I'll help you reply.' Voice said.

'No I am not. Do not tell. I am here to help.' Bonnie said in a shaky and unsure way.

'Oh my gosh I can speak fecking Elvish!' she thought to herself with an inward squeal. Legolas looked at her for a moment longer. Sam and Pippin gawked at her in amazement at her apparent bi-lingual abilities.

"There is danger headed toward the Shire." He said finally, apparently deciding that Bonnie was someone in which he could place his trust.

"What kind of danger?" Sam and Pippin asked in unison.

Legolas looked around to make sure none of the other Hobbits were listening.

"Orcs."

The four of them discussed tactics on how to defeat the arriving Orcs without letting the Hobbits ever know; they suggested sending word to Aragorn and to Rohan as well to request a few warriors to pick off most of the Orcs on their way over, if not all of them. They all agreed to prepare for battle and to begin patrolling the forests at the edges of the Shire. Bonnie tried not to imagine anything at all going wrong in any way; if anything bad happened, chances were she could fix it but she wasn't going to take that chance unless she really needed to.

They spent the rest of the day getting to know each other a bit more while all but Bonnie drank. They agreed to set out bright and early the next morning. Bonnie lay in the tavern bed and heaved a contented sigh.

'Who's the consciousness inside of mine?' She began to wonder to herself, not expecting Voice to answer her question.

'I'm Batman!' Voice perfectly imitated Christian Bale's voice. The utter absurdity of the voice made Bonnie laugh out loud.

'Don't worry,' Voice said with a chuckle, back to Richard Speight Jr.'s voice.

'Let's just hope he doesn't show up again. Get some rest, kid.' It assured her.

"Okay." She breathed out loud and let sleep drag her into dreams that she wouldn't recall in her wakeful hours.

Early in the morning, Bonnie was awoken by Voice and she trudged tiredly over to a mirror at the other end of the room to look at her new features. It turned out that her body was not the only thing that changed when she travelled through worlds. Dean's clothes looked a bit shaggy and they looked like regular Hobbit-like garments. This made Bonnie smile; it made her happy to know that she could go on wearing Dean's clothes no matter where she went with no need to fit in with different clothing. She did, as she expected, have longish Hobbit ears and big
Hobbit feet; she looked extremely adorable, if she did say so herself. After dancing about the mirror a few moments, Bonnie walked out through the tavern and found the other three, along with Merry, standing in wait.

"Good morning." Bonnie said with a grin. Pippin laughed jovially and returned her 'good morning' in a kind manner. Merry imitated Pippin and the others nodded.

They assigned each person to a post but Legolas said he would take Bonnie with him to patrol the forest since it was such a big place. Everyone agreed and Legolas handed Bonnie a horn just in case anything happened; Bonnie had to stop the images of Boromir and his horn from flashing in her mind.

Bonnie was given a Hobbit sized bow and a quiver of arrows to fight with if the time came. She felt so at ease with the smooth timbre of the bow handle in her hands.

Legolas and Bonnie made their way to the deepest part of the forest and climbed up a tree so that they would be able to see anything that came through the forest and it would not see them. After a while they began to talk, about everything; where she came from, why she was there. Bonnie felt at ease talking with the Elf about herself and what she could do, partially because she felt that he already somehow knew; they talked in hushed voices, just loud enough for them to hear each other.

Suddenly, Legolas looked down and caught his breath.

"Orcs." He said in a tone of alarm. He readied his bow and Bonnie followed with hers. When the first few Orcs ran under the trees, Legolas let loose and arrow that quietly killed one upon contact. All at once the ground began to rumble and more than just a few hundred Orcs began to thunder through the forest. Legolas picked Bonnie up to her surprise and began traipsing through the trees like a monkey, agile and swiftly, as a barrage of arrows shot through the branches towards them, some only just missing. After a few moments of squirming, Bonnie managed to let loose a few arrows that hit an Orc or two even in her current position in the Elf's arms. At some point, unclear to the jostled Bonnie, they had made it onto the ground a sizeable distance from the rest of the thundering Orcs.

"We will have to hold them here until the others arrive. Sound the horn!" Legolas commanded, killing the Orcs one by one with one arrow after another. Bonnie set the cool metal tip of the horn on her lips and let loose a louder blast than she thought she could have possibly produced. Three blasts she let forth before tucking it back into her belt and drawing an arrow from her quiver. It seemed that she was matched with Legolas' abilities and she almost bested him a few times; she knew very well that it was not a competition at all. An adrenaline rush coursed through Bonnie as the two of them retreated a few steps every once in a while, warding the mass of creatures off. Finally, they ran out of arrows and the others had still not arrived; Bonnie could hear their battle cries far behind her, getting a wee bit closer every moment.

'Great, no more arrows. What the bloody hell do I do now?' Bonnie thought to herself.

'You'll think of som- look out!' Voice interrupted itself, making Bonnie look ahead as an arrow found its way deep into her side. Bonnie gasped and looked down, seeing the blood begin to flow in a steady stream from the wound. Legolas ran to her side but Bonnie shook her head, gesturing to the Orcs.

"P-Protect the Shire!" she hissed. With a last glance, Legolas ran towards the downed Orcs to gather more arrows.

Bonnie's vision was getting blurry; dizziness began to creep up on her senses.

'Why aren't I travelling?!' She screamed in her head. She tried to retreat as the Orcs began to swarm her and Legolas; every step she took sent a riot of agony searing through her.

'Stay with me!' Voice commanded, worriedly. Dark began to crawl onto the edges of her vision. Bonnie coughed violently; she was scared; tears streamed down her face as she frantically cried out for Dean, sobbing his name as she forgot he was literally worlds away and he could not help her.

'You forgot about me!' the man's voice from the day before shrieked in her head.

'You threw me away! You abandoned me!'

Bonnie covered her ears and fell to her knees, shutting her eyes tightly.

'And you continue to hide me away within the confines of your hollow mind!' he screeched in a tone of such depression and sorrow that it made Bonnie feel guilty for a reason she did not yet know of. Bonnie looked up and saw an Orc raising an ax above his head, ready to strike her down; there was nowhere for her to run. The Orc kicked her so that she was lying on her back, sending shattering pain into her wound. Slowly, Bonnie closed her eyes, eerily calm in that fateful moment.

Suddenly the Orc cried out and fell over onto its side, gurgling as it drowned in its own blood splurting from its neck. Bonnie heard Pippins cry of victory and shot open her eyes, unable to get up.

"I've got you, Bonnie!" Pippin said, kneeling at her side.

Bonnie's breathing grew shallower every moment. She looked up at Pippin and tried to smile; she was scared but she didn't want the poor Hobbit to be scared as well.

'Imagine something! Quickly, before he comes back!' Voice screamed.

"I-I'm scared!" Bonnie breathed. Pippin's heart broke; he kissed her forehead and looked frantically at the wound.

"You are going to be alright, Bonnie!" he said, holding her hand as her face grew dim.

'What if I die?!' Bonnie thought, coughing and panic stricken.

"I don't want to die…" she whispered, making tears fall from Pippins eyes as he kissed her little hand.

"Don't worry," his voice broke.

'What if I die?!' she thought again as she felt her heart slow.

"I don't…"

Her breathing stopped and darkness clouded her vision and mind. Everything was cold.