I do not own any of the characters or the Hobbit (just the AU storyline and my OC) those are the work of the esteemed and brilliant John Ronald Reull Tolkien, and without his genius, this and many other fan fics would not be in existence.

Quick note- The last chapter, while told in third person, is mainly from Kili's point of view. Here we have the lost girl's POV, still told from third person, as it will be easier to follow that way as the story goes on. Please read and review-I love getting them! J Enjoy!

Fili came out of the cave first, followed by Kili. The entire company was outside the cave, making the two young dwarves nervous. But not half as nervous as the young girl.

Cirashala, for that is what she will call herself now, was in truth extremely confused. She was not sure if she was dreaming or if she had somehow been knocked into a coma after the lightning struck. She couldn't bear to continue on with her real name, for thinking of it brought tears to her eyes as she remembers her husband saying it with love in his voice.

She had understood Fili and Kili's Westron quite well, although there was still a little bit of rushing in her ears from the lightning. She still was not sure what possessed her to use two of the few Khuzdul words she knew from Tolkien's works. All she remembered was waking up in the middle of what she now knew to be Trollshaw forest in Middle-earth, with the rainstorm pouring on her. Half blinded by the rain and the tears of grief and confusion that streamed down her cheeks, she had managed to trip on her long dress and went careening down the hill before landing in the river, tearing the waistline of her dress as she did so.

In trying to get out of the river, which was somewhat swollen by the rain, she had snagged the collar of her dress on a low hanging branch, ripping it further to the point where it wouldn't stay up. She gave up on it, for now she was holding it up on her shoulder and tripping on the now much too long hem, tearing the waist even further. In angry cries of frustration, she just finished ripping the bodice and skirt apart, leaving her in her camisole, her petticoat, and her bloomers. Not very modern clothing, however she preferred to dress more simply, and since her skin had always been very fair, the long dresses had aided greatly in keeping the sun off her skin while helping her to not get too hot. But at the moment, she could care less about the dress.

Her heart was still very heavy with grief, and now she did not know where she was or how she got here. Plus she had barely eaten in the last five days, and her stomach was trying to seemingly eat its way through her abdomen. And now her feet were cut up and bleeding from her attempts to stop her fall down the steep slope, along with her arm that had caught the sharp end of a broken branch.

She managed to tear a small piece of cloth from the remains of what used to be her dress and tie it around the long gash on her arm, crying and fighting with tying it with one hand in frustration. She ended up using her teeth to pull the other end taut, and then looked around her.

She gave in to the tears she had bottled up for five days and cried until her eyes were nearly swollen shut and her tears were spent. Seeing the sun begin to go down, she lifted her exhausted head up and for the first time since she had awakened in this forest, she lifted her heavy head up and looked at her surroundings. The rain had stopped, and now she could actually see some, despite the swollen eyes.

She was surrounded by trees and many bushes, and in the distance she could see what seemed to be the remains of a broken two wheeled cart. Beyond that, she could see what appeared to be the very familiar ruins of a very old farmhouse.

Ruins of an old farmhouse? Her eyes widened as she recognized the very same farmhouse that Thorin Oakenshield and company stopped for the night in….Trollshaw forest. How in the heck did she end up in New Zealand? Her eyes nearly bugged out of their sockets and she hadn't even been aware that she wasn't breathing in shock until black began to show around the edges of her vision and she hit the ground with a loud thud.

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When she had awakened from her faint, she realized that it was very nearly dark. She sat up, feeling more than a little dizzy. She was also feeling faint from lack of food. She stood up, and realized that she had better find the owner of this farm and see about getting to the US Embassy, if she was indeed in New Zealand and not hallucinating. Somehow, despite her grief she was managing to think at least a little bit rationally in her haze.

She turned around to look out at the landscape and see if she could see any lights. Seeing none in the late dusk, she turned and looked at the trees again. A cool wind blew up, and she wrapped her arms around her middle and shivered. She had never really liked the dark, though she had kept her room pitch black. She could not sleep unless every single light was off, no matter how tiny. A sob caught in her throat as she recalled how her husband, though it annoyed him, would meticulously go around and cover every light up, including turning over the computer keyboard, because somehow ever with a sleep mask on she could see it enough to not be able to fall asleep.

Grief weighing her down more as memories flooded back, she wandered into the edge of the forest and sat up against a tree. She drew her knees up to her chest and cried again, until she had cried herself to sleep.

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A loud thud woke her up. She opened her eyes, rubbing them and looking around. She saw movement to her left, and quickly hid behind the tree she had slept against before slowly looking around it, and nearly fainted dead away again at the sight of the three huge trolls exiting the cave.

No way! I-I mean. This is. Th-they are- How in the hell am I in Middle-earth?! This HAS to be a dream!

Her eyes nearly bugged out of their sockets. Seeing the third troll lumber off into the night, she did the only thing she could think of- she ran into the troll's cave. She had a feeling they would probably spend the night out in the forest, and with her wearing all white and with fair skin she would be easily seen in the darkness. She crept back toward the back of the cave, and pulled her knees up, rocking back and forth slightly, making sure to stay out of view of the front of the cave.

This cannot be happening!

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She had spent the next two days hiding from the trolls in the same manner. She would stay in the woods during the day, trying to find berries or nuts or something to eat, and stopping to cry whenever something reminded her of her family's death and her grief became too much. She would hide by the troll cave out of sight at dusk, waiting until the trolls left then creep back inside the cave for uneasy slumber, then leaving again at dawn before they could come back. Since she was barely and uneasily sleeping as is, while she used to have a very difficult time getting up in the mornings she now found it very easy. Especially since at the first rays of dawn the smell in the cave would be at its worst.

So on the third day, when the trolls hadn't come back at dawn, she had been very confused and after a bit had crawled back into the cave. In her foggy and now very hungry and exhausted mind, she had completely forgotten about the dwarves. She had finally managed to fall into a deep and dreamless sleep. Whether she was more at ease knowing the trolls hadn't come back or whether her body had finally succumbed to sheer exhaustion, she did not know. But when she had heard footsteps and someone rattling through things, she had snapped awake and reached for the branch she had been carrying for defense the past few days, propping herself up just out of sight on the cave wall.

After she realized that she had swung her makeshift club at Kili of all people, she had immediately dropped into a ball, believing him to attack her out of sheer instinct. After all, she had attacked him first. She hadn't expected him to come into the cave, considering it hadn't been mentioned in Tolkien's book nor had she seen it in the movie. But, from what little she knew about his character, in hindsight it seemed like something he would do.

But the second she really got a good look at his face, she shrunk away. She had always been amused that the Kili from the movie had looked similar to her husband, though not quite the same, and certainly not the same height. Plus her husband had kept his hair extremely short. But still, she had joked that her husband could easily get in a Kili costume complete with wig and actually be pretty passable at it.

So when she saw the real Kili in person, white hot pain had seared through her with her grief, leaving her unable to speak. Plus, actually seeing a sword drawn on her with the intent to harm her was much, much different from the limited training sword sparring she had done with her husband, and it had absolutely terrified her.

She could see that Kili was very startled by her as well, and an obscure quote she had heard one time came back into her head, although she wasn't sure she remembered the exact words.

It is not wise to know too much about the future, for in seeking to change your fate, you may end up creating a worse one in its stead.

She realized that, by his mere presence in the cave, she was already starting to change the course of the story, and resolved that she must not let ANYONE of the company know that she knew the story of their quest lest it lead to more unpleasant consequences. If she was in Middle-earth, then Middle-earthen she would be.

Which is why, in her foggy state, she must have answered Fili in Khuzdul, for she clearly wasn't thinking straight by that point. Seeing Kili with his sword wasn't quite as terrifying as seeing Fili with his knife, because while she could dodge a sword, at least for a bit, she couldn't very well dodge a thrown knife. At this point, she was exhausted, hungry, and not thinking very clearly. Plus the smell of the cave was beginning to be overpowering and making her nauseous.

She had no idea why she had tried to run, but she highly suspected the smell had more to do with it than anything else. She had not counted on her stupid feet to hurt too much to put weight on them. She hoped they weren't infected, because she knew well enough that Middle-earth didn't have antibiotics and wasn't keen on finding out how they handled infection.

Her brain had masses of jumbled, confusing thoughts running through it, so when Kili had offered to carry her, she could only nod numbly. Her head had begun to swim, and she wasn't sure she could remain upright much longer. But when she heard Thorin's voice, she snapped out of her haze and shrunk into Kili, knowing full well that Thorin would most certainly be quite angry with her presence, especially after their sleepless night. And she did not have the energy to fight with the dwarf king.