Back again! Unlike Cheyanne, who maybe won't go back. Again.

I should stop.

Cheyanne woke up to the sound of Jon banging on her apartment door.

"Chey!" he called. "Please come open the door. People are out here."

Cheyanne stood, and stiffly walked from her bedroom to pull open her door. As soon as Jon saw her, he lifted an eyebrow.

"Were you asleep?" he asked, coming inside and shutting the door.

Cheyanne fell onto the couch and covered her eyes with her hands. It was too bright. "If you want to read it it's in my bag," she told Jon.

He disappeared and then came back into the living room, pages in hand. He picked up her legs and sat down on the couch before letting them fall onto his lap. Cheyanne waited in silence for him to read it.

A long time went by before Jon groaned in disappointment. "God dammit!" he exclaimed.

"I know," Cheyanne agreed. "That was me when I woke up." She felt Jon's eyes on her, and she lifted her arm to look at him through one squinted eye. "What?"

"You need some coffee," he decided. He shoved her legs off of the couch and stood, walking into her bedroom. "C'mon, Chey," he called. "Come get dressed. I'm not going to do it for you!"

She groaned and slothed her way into her room and stood in the closet doorway, waiting. Jon passed her a pair of jean shorts and a tank top, along with a sports bra.

"You're lucky I love you enough to route through your clothing and find undergarments," he said, walking passed her.

She stripped down to her underwear and pulled on the clothing, one article at a time. When she had finished, she slunk out of the room and found Jon waiting for her at the door. He handed her some flip flops, and she slid them on half-heartedly as he studied her.

"New rule," he said, "no dreaming until appropriate times, alright? Sloth Cheyanne isn't fun Cheyanne."

Cheyanne followed him silently out of the apartment building. He took her hand and led her down the street to the Bean Machine. There, he plunked her down at a table inside the air conditioned cafe and went to get them coffee and pastries before he returned with full arms.

"Caramel frap and a chocolate chip muffin," he announced, setting both down in front of her.

She sipped at the coffee and nibbled at the muffin, half asleep. Jon rolled his eyes at this pathetic display. "Wake up, Chey," he ordered. "I need to talk with you, and I can't when you aren't listening."

"I'm listening," she insisted. "I probably won't remember anything, though."

Jon sighed as she took another drink of her coffee. "You're a bit rude to Thorin," he commented after a moment. "Did you notice that?"

"Yep," she replied. "He isn't my king."

"That doesn't mean you shouldn't be respectful," responded Jon.

Cheyanne shrugged. "I don't know," she mumbled. "It's not like I'm controlling what I do in my dreams." Jon pursed his lips, and Cheyanne lifted an eyebrow. "You're not thinking-?"

"I don't know, Chey," he said. "Sounds like you're pretty much in control."

Cheyanne leaned back against her chair. "Well, that's a scary thought."

"I'm more frightened over the fact you remember everything," Jon said. "I never remember my dreams for longer than ten minutes or so."

Cheyanne took a bigger bite of her muffin. "I don't know, Jon," she sighed once she had swallowed. "Maybe we need to talk to Gary."

"You're working tomorrow, right?" She nodded, and Jon waved his hand. "So ask him tomorrow." He furrowed his brow. "Do you really think he'll know something?"

"I hope so," Cheyanne replied, picking up her coffee.

"And if he doesn't?"

"Then I'm going to go on hoping that it is merely a dream that I continuously keep remembering," she said, setting the cup down.

Jon gave her a look. "Chey, what if it isn't just a dream?" he asked. "What if it's something else?"

Cheyanne grinned at him. "Jon, you read too many books."

Her friend sighed and took a drink of his own coffee in response. Cheyanne shook her head and gazed out the window of the Bean Machine towards the street.

More than a dream, she mused silently. Ridiculous.

Cheyanne actually went to bed at a normal time that night, and when she opened her eyes, she was standing next to a black and white pony, her hand against its neck. She patted it, grinning to herself.

"Miss Baggins." She turned at Thorin's voice, and saw the dwarf was strolling towards her, cloak swaying. She mock curtseyed, and he frowned in annoyance. "We must talk."

"Oh, must we?" she queried, pouting. "How unfortunate." Thorin glared at her, and she grinned. "Well, here we are. What do you need?"

"I want to know just what you think is going to happen before the end of the journey," demanded Thorin.

She pretended to ponder it for a moment. "Oh, I can see... Eagles... some trolls... Oh, and a hobbit saving you," she told him, opening her eyes and spitting off to the side. She reached forward and patted him on the shoulder. "I would suggest keeping on my cousin's good side, King Thorin."

He gazed up at her as she climbed onto her pony. "Is that all you're going to tell me?" he asked.

"I would like to think that's all you need to know of until you believe in my ability," she responded easily.

Thorin looked up at her a moment longer before he turned and stalked off towards his own pony. Cheyanne watched him go, grinning to herself. "He's something else," she decided under her breath.

"Cheyanne?" She jumped in the saddle at Gandalf's voice, and turned to see the wizard ride up beside her on a horse of his own. He gave her a look. "Are you sure Master Baggins is coming?"

She glanced past his shoulder and nodded. "Pretty positive."

Gandalf looked over his shoulder and laughed. Bilbo was running up the road, contract waving in the breeze. The wizard turned to look at Cheyanne. "You, my girl, are something else."

"Thank you, Mister Wizard," she replied gratefully. "I would like to think my skills are unmatched by anyone else in Middle-Earth."

"Wait!" Bilbo shouted, though it was unnecessary because they weren't moving. He stopped short one he had reached them, skidding to a halt beside Balin's horse. Grinning, he held up the contract. "I signed it."

Balin took it and pulled out a spectacle, giving Cheyanne a look. She lifted her shoulders, smiling. The dwarf held the spectacle up to his eye and studied the contract for a moment.

Cheyanne felt eyes on her, and she glanced in Thorin's direction. The dwarf was gazing at her with piercing blue eyes. She lifted her chin haughtily and crossed her arms, raising an eyebrow. He hadn't believe her, and yet here Bilbo was, beaming up at Balin, pleased with himself.

Balin lowered the spectacle and returned Bilbo's grin. "Everything appears to be in order. Welcome, Master Baggins, to the company of Thorin Oakenshield."

As the other dwarves cheered Bilbo turned to look at Thorin. The dwarf prince turned his gaze from Cheyanne to look at Bofur. "Give him a pony."

Immediately, Bilbo shook his head. "Oh no, that won't be necessary, thank you. I'm sure I can keep up on foot. Besides, I've walked quite a bit in my day, and- Augh!"

Bilbo is picked up off the ground and dropped onto Cheyanne's pony behind her. She grinned over her shoulder at him. "Welcome, coz!" she said cheerfully.

Bilbo gave her a look of desperation that turned to fear as their pony whinnied and tossed her head. Cheyanne laughed and turned forward again.

Ahead of them, Oin turned to Nori from the back of his own pony. "Come on, Nori. Pay up. Go on."

Nori sighed and tossed a sack of gold to him. More bags followed between the other dwarves; Cheyanne saw Gloin throw Kili a bag and he glowered over his shoulder at her. She grinned and waved at him cheekily as Gandalf rode up on his horse beside Bilbo and Cheyanne.

"What's that all about?" Bilbo asked him.

"Oh," Gandalf said, glancing sideways at him. "They took wages as to whether your cousin was right in saying you would show up."

"And what did you think?" Bilbo queried.

"Hmm," the wizard mused. He reached up to catch a sack that flew in his direction, laughing. "My dear fellow, I never doubted you or Cheyanne for a moment."

Bilbo sneezed loudly in response. Cheyanne glanced over her shoulder at him. "You all right?"

"I'm allergic to horse hair," he explained, sneezing again. She heard him shuffle around briefly, and then he sighed. "Stop!" he called rather loudly. "Stop! We have to turn around."

The dwarves pulled their horses to a halt, and Gandalf let out a breath. "What could possibly be the problem?" the wizard demanded.

Cheyanne reached into the pocket on her jeans, smiling when she felt the tissue she'd put in there before bed, just as a test. She hid the shakiness of her hand at the discovery. "Don't worry everyone!" she told them all, holding the tissue over her shoulder for Bilbo. "Everything's fine. We can keep going."

All the dwarves grumble to themselves and she heard one mutter "Witch, that's what she is."

Thorin shakes his head before ordering, "Move on."

Gandalf looked over at them as the party began to move along the path again. "You'll have to manage without what I'll assume is your pocket handkerchief, as well as great many things, Bilbo Baggins. You were born to the rolling hills and little rivers of the Shire, but home is now behind you; the world is ahead."

The wizard urged his horse forward, and rode up the line of ponies. Bilbo grunted behind her, and Cheyanne looked over her shoulder. "What?"

"How did you know I would forget my pocket handkerchief?" he questioned, lifting his eyes to meet hers.

It was weird, looking at him so close and in person. Maybe Jon was more right about her looking like Martin Freeman than she had wanted to believe. Shaking away this thought, she gave her "cousin" another grin. "The same way I knew you'd sign the contract."

Bilbo frowned, a line in his forehead creasing. "And what way would that be?"

Cheyanne clicked her tongue. "Oh, cousin, I can't talk about my powers. I'll lose them if I give away too much information."

She winked and turned forward again, flicking the reins so that her pony picked up its pace. She broke into a quick trot, and Bilbo reached forward, holding onto Cheyanne's waist. She smirked when she felt his hands. "Come on, Bilbo. We aren't even going that fast!"

"Well, I'm sorry," he muttered in response. "I don't make a habit of riding ponies. Excuse me for living a secluded life."

Cheyanne shook her head and glanced around her. The trees rustled in the wind that blew through them and over the company. She closed her eyes and let out a breath. Even though it was supposed to be summer Middle-Earth, it was cool outside, much cooler than it was in Texas.

She opened her eyes again and glanced up the path to where Thorin was riding. She couldn't get over him, wearing his dammed royal garb and how nice he looked in it.

She grunted to herself, which caught Bilbo's attention.

"What was that?" he asked.

"What?"

He imitated her grunt. "That."

She grunted again and twisted the reins. "It was nothing. Forget about it."

Bilbo didn't want too. "What was it?"

She huffed under her breath. "I think Thorin looks good, alright?" she mumbled under her breath.

Bilbo leaned around her to get a better look at the dwarf. She reached back and smacked him on the head. "Ow!" the hobbit exclaimed, straightening up. "Why did you do that?"

"You don't look at him!" she said sharply. "What if he noticed?"

"If you two would please stop your bickering," Gloin complained from a few ponies ahead of them. "I'm trying to get a nap in. Your floor isn't the most comfortable, Mister Baggins."

"No, I wouldn't think so," Bilbo answered. "It isn't exactly meant for sleeping on."

This received a few scattered chuckles from the other dwarves. Gloin snorted himself and turned forward in his saddle. Cheyanne glanced briefly at Thorin. She saw that the dwarf had his eyes turned to this sky, though she couldn't tell if it was in annoyance or in amusement.

All the same, she had to look away. Bilbo leaned around her again for a brief moment. Cheyanne stiffened, but didn't hit him again.

"C'mon, Bilbo. Why do you care?" she muttered.

"I don't really understand it," he responded. "I've seen nicer. Besides, he's a dwarf."

"Your point?"

Bilbo shook his head and straightened up again. "This is going to be a long journey," he mumbled.

"One you'll be glad you came on by the end," Cheyanne told him. "I promise you that much."

A moment of silence passed between them. "So," Bilbo finally said, "you're my cousin?"

Cheyanne didn't hesitate. "Yep! Mighty proud of it, too. We Bagginses have to stick together."

"You're right," agreed Bilbo after a moment. "Those Sackville-Bagginses always try to get the better of us, but they can't."

Cheyanne grinned to herself and nodded. "They never will."

Gandalf slowed his horse to a walk until he was riding in line with them again. "Tell me," he began, glancing sideways at Cheyanne, "do you know what's waiting ahead?"

Cheyanne pursed her lips. "Nothing for a few days," she said slowly, "but we might have an issue further on. I can't tell for sure."

Gandalf made a noise that sounded like a sigh and a groan at the same time. He glanced up the path towards Thorin. "Have you spoken with him?" he asked after a moment.

"Yes," Cheyanne responded. "I don't think he believes anything just yet, though."

"No, Thorin isn't the most trusting sort," Gandalf sighed.

"He has good reason," Cheyanne said, defending Thorin without thinking about it. "But he'll need to learn to trust if he's going to get anywhere with this journey."

Gandalf nodded slowly. "I imagine he will get there after some time," he said at last. He reached one hand into his bag and pulled out his pipe. Cheyanne watched as he skillfully loaded the pipe and lit it with one hand as well, and then lifted the tube and puffed on it.

"You must smoke your pipe a lot," she mused after watching him a moment longer.

Gandalf glanced sideways at her. "Yes, I suppose you can say that."

Bilbo sighed behind her. "I left my pipe back home," he said sadly.

"Your pipe wouldn't have fit anywhere," Gandalf teased. "I saw it yesterday; it's taller than you!"

"That's a bit of an exaggeration," Bilbo said shortly.

"Mm, I suppose," murmured Gandalf. He winked at Cheyanne, and she smiled in return.

"Gandalf," Thorin called from up ahead. "I would like to talk to you."

"Very well," Gandalf replied. He nodded to Cheyanne and Bilbo before riding on ahead. Cheyanne studied them as the wizard rode up beside Thorin. Thorin leaned between their horses and spoke to the wizard quietly. Gandalf shook his head in response. The dwarf visibly sighed and leaned back in his saddle.

"I wonder what that's about," Cheyanne said to herself.

"Don't know," answered Bilbo. "Thorin looks a little disappointed, though."

Cheyanne bit her lip, brow furrowing. "I don't like it," she told him.

"You don't know what it is for sure, then?" Bilbo asked her.

Cheyanne stiffened. She was supposed to know everything, and yet she only knew what happened in the movies and book. What was going to happen when someone asked her a question she didn't know the answer too?

Quickly, she stammered, "N-No... It must not be dreadfully important. If it was, I'd know."

"Cheyanne-" Bilbo began, but she cut him off, pointing towards somewhere off in the distance.

"Look at it all, Bilbo! Imagine what must be out here!" she breathed happily. "What an adventure we're going to have!"

Bilbo sighed behind her. "Yes, surely one to be remembered for long to come," he agreed quietly.

Cheyanne glanced at him over her shoulder. Bilbo was gazing downwards unhappily. She frowned. "If you're going to pout the whole time, why did you come?" she queried in annoyance.

She didn't think this was how unwilling Bilbo was at the start of the journey. All she remembered was how he joyously ran from the Shire, waving his contract in the air and exclaiming, "I'm going on an adventure!" Was this the same hobbit as she saw in the movie sitting behind her, his eyes downcast in gloom?

Bilbo let out another weary sigh. "I just- I'm already starting to wonder if I made the wrong decision," he admitted solemnly.

"Terrible thing to be doing," mused Cheyanne. "We just began."

"I know."

"So stop!" she exclaimed. "Come, coz. Trust me; we'll need you more than you'll ever begin to guess. And when this is all over, you can return to your books and armchair and garden. Sound like a plan?"

Bilbo lifted his eyes to meet hers. "Can you promise I'll come back?" he asked her.

Cheyanne let out a breath. "I can promise you that you'll return if you do everything you can to help these dwarves," she replied seriously, turning forward in the saddle. "You think you can do that?"

Bilbo remained silent. Cheyanne turned her gaze up the path to Thorin. She saw that he was looking over his shoulder in the direction of their pony. Her eyes met his, and she turned her head away, a blush creeping up the back her neck.

What an adventure, indeed, she thought, tugging on the collar of her shirt uncomfortably.

Ah, I love the uncertain relationship between Cheyanne and Bilbo. It's my favorite.

Also. FCUKING FUCK WIGGS WHY ARE YOU MAKING CHEYANNE THINK ABOUT THORIN LIKE THAT YOU WEIRDO. THAT'S WHAT EVERYONE DOES.

Well, I'm sorry, but Thorin is just too damn attractive and kingly not to be attracted too, okay? Cheyanne likes that kinda power, I guess. 'Course, he's also a rude, stubborn goof, but hey. A lot of people are like that at first.

You gotta get past that rough barrier into their heart, yo.

Also, the story has a follower that does ASoIaF and/or GoT things with their pen name. I appreciated seeing that.

L+R=J amirite?