'I think I'm gonna throw up'.

I hadn't expected anyone to reply, nor understand what I was saying. My breaths were so labored from running, that both my thoughts and speech were a jumble of unintelligible words and grunts.

I sounded like my mother with a hangover.

We stopped suddenly behind one of the many large rocks that were dotted around the landscape, and I bolted suddenly into the back of Bombur. 'Sorry,' I gasped out. 'How am I so unfit - how?' I'd muttered to myself, placing my hands on my knees and bending over.

Gandalf, who was leading us all, peeked around the rock, and spied out the Wargs and the Orcs, who all followed Radagast and his rabbits. After a moment of making sure we could safely run, he started forward, ordering a brief, 'come!'

My whole body groaned at the thought of more running, but as the rest of the Dwarves started forward, so did I. They all held their weapons in their hands, ready to strike should an attack come our way, but I was far too wary of accidentally jabbing Snowthorn into the wrong target. A.K.A, one of the Dwarves. Many a time I found myself sinking slowly to the ground, only to be yanked up again with a shout of, 'Millie, keep running!'

It was these words that made me want to punch whoever it was in the face. But, alas, I would too tired to do so.

I was vaguely aware of Ori almost running straight off of a cliff, only to be yanked back by the alert Thorin. Again, we were turning in the other direction and running. As I ran, I remember thinking of my cosy bedroom, my cat and the leaves that Balin had given me to help brush my teeth, oddly. I wondered if we would ever stop running, and if, when I took my boots off, my feet would look as bad as I felt.

It was Kili who took me by the arm once again and pulled me with the rest of the group against one of the rocks. I hadn't even noticed that he had stopped holding my hand.

As we pressed ourselves quietly against the wall of the rock, there was a growl and the patter of footsteps behind us, and I realized that one of them was perching just above our heads. I'd closed my eyes tight, trying to remember a time when I had been completely unaware of the reality of Middle Earth.

Back when I thought Gollum was called Dobby, and Dwarves were names Happy and Grumpy and Sleepy.

I opened my eyes when I felt Kili's hand run down my arm, give a quick squeeze, until he quickly pulled away. When I looked at him, he was staring fixedly at the ground, slowly pulling a bow from his quiver. In my state of exhaustion, I was madly and stupidly attracted to him then. The others were staring at him too, all nervous, until he finally jumped out from our hiding place, strung the bow, and sent a quick death toward the terrible Warg.

Only thing is, it didn't die. It just fell to the ground beside us, writhing and growling, smacking itself against the grass in an attempt to climb to it's feet.

And with its screams, came the howls of the others.

The Orc that had sat atop the Warg had sprung forward quite suddenly then, and I'd let out a yelp of disgust, wildly reaching for my sword. My hand was only just on the handle by the time the others had smacked it to the ground, leaving it bloody and dead. Soon after that, the Warg followed. That time, the salty and foul taste of bile hit my throat, but I breathed in deeply, willing it away.

If I threw up on Thorin, the guy would pretty much, like, banish me.

I stayed pressed against the wall until the howls of the Wargs had become so loud and so scary that I forced myself to open my eyes and say, 'are we going, or what?!'

For once, they all seemed to agree with me.

'Move!'

'Run!'

'I feel like I'm in Temple Run!'

When we stopped a short while later to pinpoint the exact position of the Wargs, I did yank my Snowthorn out of my belt, too terrified and too proud to face these things unarmed, should it come to it.

Bloody hell, I really was turning into a Dwarf.

'There they are!' shouted Fili, and then we were running again. This time, I ran beside Bilbo, who was equally as unfit and terrified as I was. Thorin, at the lead, had us stopping short once again. My tired eyes found the reason, and my stomach dropped with terror.

They were surrounding us.

The Dwarves, Gandalf, Bilbo and I were all spread about, looking wildly at the surrounding Wargs, our weapons drawn and our shouts hoarse. 'Kili, shoot them!' shouted Thorin, voice loud and scratchy and maybe even a little panicked.

'Where's Gandalf?' shouted a Dwarf, and I'd immediately caught onto this new problem. The heck had the Wizard disappeared to, in such a short space of time? If he'd ditched us, I was so gonna go all kinds of Mafia on his ass.

'He's abandoned us!'

I held my sword even tighter, my hands shaking with the grip.

Suddenly, I heard the whoosh of an arrow flying through the air, and realized that Kili was behind me. How was he always there? Always hovering, always dragging me back from danger. Either the guy was a stalker, or he just had a serious hero complex. I caught his eyes, and he kind of did a weird nod thing at me, like he didn't quite know how to comfort my shit-scared expression.

Slowly, as the Wargs began descending, we all moved closer into a circle. I couldn't take my eyes off of the drooling, growling beasts and the things that were riding them. You're not meant to be real. Some guy put you in a movie and made you look real. Why are you real, you gross little shits?

'This way, you fools!'

'The heck are you calling a fool?' I'd yelped, pausing only to be sure it was Gandalf, and then following the others to his location. 'Come on, move!' shouted Thorin, working his way over to Gandalf, who stood between two rocks, half hidden. The King stood at the top of the rock, ordering his men to go in first. I watched as they each disappeared, sliding into the crevice.

Huh. That's handy.

I stopped short in front of Thorin, who gave me a mad look. Turning swiftly, I put away my sword and spied out Kili, who had still been shooting arrows at the fast moving Wargs. 'Kili!' I'd shouted, feeling both angry at his complete inability to be a tiny bit level head. The dark haired Dwarf turned. 'Move your arse!'

Thorin had taken me by the wrist then, dragging me back and practically throwing me down the hole. I'd smacked rather ungracefully into Gandalf, who'd given a little huff of annoyance and helped me to my feet. Soon after, Thorin and Kili threw themselves down the hole, and I'd moved aside quickly. Relief flooded through me at seeing the Dwarf safe, and it's not hard to guess which one.

Seconds later, there came the long blow of horns.

'Who's that?' I muttered, swaying a little on my feet. I don't think that I had ever been that exhausted and sick with shock. Every inch of my body ached, and I had been pretty sure that I was going to spew any second.

Then a dead Orc had flown down the hole, landed on the ground near my feet, and I had turned swiftly away from the sight, holding a hand to my mouth and shaking my head with horror. 'Gonna be sick,' I'd murmured into my filthy hand. It was caught by Kili, who quietly took it from my face, observing a low and blunt,

'You look awful'.

I shot him a look, taking my hand from his grasp with a huff. 'I know thatI do, you don't have to point it out'.

The sound of an arrow being yanked from the flesh of the Orc was quite possibly the most repulsive thing that I have ever heard. I turned to see what had happened, but Kili pushed my shoulder back, making sure that I did not turn. I nodded, knowing that he was right, and closed my eyes against the sickness. 'Elves,' grunted Thorin, oblivious to my quiet gagging.

'I cannot see where the pathway leads,' shouted Dwalin, walking down the pathway of the rocky interior. 'Do we follow it, or not?'

Bofur answered with eagerness, 'Follow it, of course!'

I'd opened my eyes as the company began to move forward, more than ready to get away from the smelly corpse and the Elves outside. I just wanted to sleep and eat and do anything else that would bring me relief or comfort. As we all squeezed down the path, I heard Fili whisper to Kili, 'good shooting, little brother,' in a teasing manner.

The ceiling began to open up in a jagged crack, revealing the sky above. Distantly, I began to hear the sound of a waterfall, and the kind of quiet that's almost pretty and yoga-worthy. Then, as we broke free of the confines of the pathway, I first saw it. You could practically hear the angels singing and the harps ah-playing.

'The Valley of Imladris,' said Gandalf, with a kind of 'I told you so' attitude toward us all. 'To the common tongue it is known by another name'.

'Rivendell,' said Bilbo, awed by what he was seeing.

I leaned heavily against the wall, grumpy and tired. 'Dude, whoever decorated this place must be rakin' in the money,' I'd said. Kudos to you, once again, Mr Jackson. 'Do, like, fairies live here or something?'

'Elves,' said Gandalf.

'Even better,' I'd muttered.

Thorin went all 'Kingly' then, and started grumbling to Gandalf about 'sleeping with the enemy' or something. Okay, he didn't say that, but it was something along those lines. If there was anything that I'd picked up in my time with the Dwarves, it was that they hated Elves. They were 'betrayers' or 'cowards' or whatever Thorin felt like calling them that day.

Today, it was 'the enemy'.

I zoned out for Gandalf's sass-back argument to Thorin, but Ori gave me a quick prod in the right direction once it was, apparently, time to make our way down the hillside and toward Rivendell.

'Do you know what I could kill for right now? A twinkie. I've had one, like, twice before and whew, kudos to the Americans, because dang'. I cast a look sideways to Fili, who only stared back, unresponsive. 'I miss nice food,' I told him bluntly, in the only way that he could understand.

'Then I think we can all sympathize with that, lass. I'm getting quite tired of beans and soup myself,' said Dori. There were murmurs of agreement.

Although my body ached, I was tired and I was pretty sure I was going to pee myself any second, I smiled brightly at Dori. If any of them actually replied to me in a way that was not sarcastic, annoyed or complete silence, then they were pretty much my best friend.

We moved into a line, walking with timidness across a small bridge, shadowed by some pretty intricate, angry looking statues. On the other side of the bridge, was Rivendell. Light, beautiful, majestic, pretty - they are the words that I would use to describe the place. Having been surrounded by the boring and the mundane for my nineteen years, Rivendell was like a fairy tale.

The other Dwarves had been holding back their awe though, far too prideful and petty to admit true beauty when they saw it. And simply because it belonged to the Elves.

Where are the little things anyway? I wonder if they look like Santa's Little Helpers, or Leprechauns? Maybe they have bigger beards than the Dwarves, maybe that's why Thorin is all iffy with them.

Well, that and the fact that they ditched him in the middle of a battle and all jazz.

The Dwarves all gathered in the courtyard, all hostile toward their surroundings. I bit back a smile and turned away from them, continuing to stare around at the prettiness of the place.

'Well, I don't know about you guys,' I'd told them. 'But this place is pretty swanky, ain't it?'

'Mithrandir!'

Simultaneously, we all turned toward the dark haired man walking toward us, hand placed on his heart. For a moment, I had wondered what on earth he had said, and had been halfway through saying, 'Bless you?', when Gandalf greeted the man right back.

'The heck does 'Mithrandir' mean?' I'd asked quietly, as Gandalf conversed with the man. 'And who's that?'

'Mithrandir' is what the Elves call Gandalf,' said Gloin gruffly. 'Do not ask me what it means, I am not familiar with the peculiarities of the Elves'.

'Oh'. I started. 'That's an Elf?'

Kili sent me an amused glance, looking down at my face. 'What did you think an Elf would look like?'

I blinked at the tall, dark haired man, with his curved pointy ears and his graceful kind of beauty. He still spoke with Gandalf. 'I don't know,' I'd answered Kili. 'Kind of-' I struggled for words. 'Goofy midgets with pointy hats and shoes-'

A horn blared through the air, and I'd jumped rather ungracefully. The eyes of everyone turned toward the bridge, where many horses ridden by many Elves came galloping over. For a moment, it looked quite cool...but then they didn't stop galloping. Joy, more trouble.

'Oh, for God's sake-'

'Move together, form ranks!'

Both Bilbo and I were pushed into the middle of the group, while each of the Dwarves surrounded us against the threat of the Elves. Even a few of the younger Dwarves were pushed back by the elders, as if trying to protect them. Fili pushed back Kili a little with the hilt of his sword and my heart melted into goop at the show of affection.

The Elves began to circle us on their horses, staring down at us with their pale, angelic faces, seeming like giants.

'I hate being short,' I muttered.

The Dwarves raised their weapons, while one Elf turned on his horse to face the grey Wizard. 'Gandalf!' he greeted.

So Gandalf is like the Regina George of Middle Earth. Everyone knows who he is and they, like, worship him.

'Lord Elrond!' Gandalf greeted the man, and then added something in a language that I could not understand, but now know to be Elvish.

The guy - Lord Elrond - replied in the same language, while I huffed. 'Rude,' I'd muttered, in reference to the fact that none of us could understand what they were saying. Well, I couldn't.

Elrond dismounted the horse better than I ever could. He babbled out something else as the Dwarves, Bilbo and I looked at the obvious bromance as the Elf and the Wizard hugged. Where Bilbo and I were curious, the Dwarves were more distrustful. ' It is very strange for Orcs to come so close to our borders,' said the Elf, casting a raised eyebrow look to Gandalf, who watched on innocently. 'Something, or someone, has drawn them near,' he carried on.

'Ah,' Gandalf said, as if finally realizing that - whoopsy - we'd caused that. 'That may have been us'.

The two tall men, Wizard and Elf, faced the Dwarven men, the Hobbit and I, while Thorin took a step forward, his face hard. Elrond's expression remained almost comically calm. 'Welcome Thorin, son of Thráin,' he said, far more dramatically than was needed. Did everyone here talk like they were in some made-for-TV, tacky film?

'I do not believe we have met,' Thorin said, and I could practically imagine the quirk of an eyebrow and the snap of fingers. If his voice was less bland, that is. Elrond looked on, and I could tell that he knew of Thorin's hate for the Elves, and found the fact quite amusing.

'You have your grandfather's bearing,' he said. 'I knew Thror when he ruled over the mountain,' explained the Elf. I slunk back into the group, though they all still surrounded me. I didn't fancy having the whole 'a woman?!' speech thrown at me once again. Not when I needed a pee, and I was getting the giggles because of this overly long greeting. Wouldn't a quick 'you alright?' have sufficed. No, of course not, we had to go on about Thorin's bloody family history - again.

'Indeed?' Thorin asked, though not in a friendly manner. 'He made no mention of you'.

'And there goes any chance of food,' I'd muttered, swallowing a smile.

Elf and Dwarf eyed each other, obviously both displeased with how the conversation was going. Finally, Elrond said something in Elvish, still staring at Thorin, and Gloin stepped forward, all testosterone filled and super manly. 'What is he saying? Does he offer us insult?' demanded the ginger Dwarf. This only meant that the other Dwarves made outraged comments, demanding to know what Elrond had said.

'No, Master Gloin, he is offering you food,' said Gandalf slowly, while Elrond stared on, humored at the turn of events. This quickly caught my interest, and I stepped away from the Dwarves as they muttered things such as, 'fair enough', and 'I say we take it'.

I shot them baffled looks. 'Of course we take it, it's food,' I reminded them loudly, once they had separated. 'I can't believe there was even a discussion'.

'And what's this?' asked Elrond. I looked at him, caught off guard when I saw him looking at me, face a true mask of surprise. Ugh, no. 'A female Dwarf? My, I haven't seen one in far too long'. He cast a sideways glance at Gandalf, while a few of the Dwarves huddled a little closer to me. I hid an abashed smile under my hand.

'This is Alexandria Millicent Fournier-' introduced Gandalf. He remembered!

'Millie,' stressed Kili from beside me.

'-Yes, yes,' said Gandalf. 'Who prefers to be called Millie, it would seem. I will apologize in advance for any inappropriate or unintelligible things that she will likely say, but please, shall we carry on with our hunt for food?' he asked Elrond, who looked away from me, and nodded once. Something told me that it wouldn't be the last time I spoke to the Elf.

'...Hey!' I muttered, half offended at what Gandalf had said, only just realizing what indeed he had said.

'It is true,' reminded Kili, leading me on with the rest of the Dwarves. He must have remembered my funny turn earlier, because his hand hovered near my back, and he began leading me along with everyone else.

I huffed and blushed out a, 'shut it, beard-less'.

I hope you enjoyed it! The next chapter will be more my own writing on what the Dwarves do while Elrond goes over the map and all that jazz. I'm quite looking forward to writing it!

Only thing is, once I stop going by where the film ends, do you guys want me to go along with the book? I am kind of edgy about that, seeing as the film portrayed the events so well. Tell me what you think!

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