Thorin/oc or Legolas/oc let me know which you think it should be.

This fan fiction will either stay in just the Hobbit, or it will continue into the Lord of the rings series, depending on who I want the main character to end up with. Or I might just make a whole new fanfiction. I will be mainly basing the story from the movies. For any of you who are familiar with my work, I am sorry it has taken me so long to start writing again Truthfully I had been so busy with other things like work and school that I lost some of my passion. How ever, I find that passion is starting again. I still read fanfictions, but here is nothing like making your own story, and I am determined to finish this Fanfiction. With the ones that I still have active I am going to finish them, especially A New Player in the Game.

This chapter has been rewritten, though not by too much. Just some details to be fixed.

So without further ado, I introduce my new fan fiction, An Unexpected Voice

Tersha Rosewind

Breton, Companion… Dragonborn.

Of these things that described her, had held so much meaning. She had friends, some close they were family something she never thought she would ever get,but now… what she was didn't matter here in the blissful silence of the night and stars. No more worries if she made it on time to save a life of an innocent, no more responsibilities to put the earth end back into the correct coarse, no fear of it all going to wrong.

Tersha…

A voice whispered in the dark on the wind of the trees and over the lake water before her, the lake near her home. Calming and soothing, but demanding her attention.

Tersha, listen and hear my voice…

Tersha lifted her head and looked around the area and into the shadows cast by the crescent moon. Who was calling her? Couldn't they just let her rest? Be in peace for a little while longer?

Your time of peace is not yet here, nor in this world.

"Why am I not done?" she whispered aloud. "Alduin is defeated and sent back into the course he was meant to fulfill."

Your task is not for this world. A balance must once again be corrected, and you are one who can change the fate of many lives. Find the grey wizard, he shall set you on your path.

Tersha sat quietly for a moment, thoughts running through her head. Would this be the last time? Would she have a place of warmth and friends to call home?

Like all things, this life will be hard, and eventually end, but you will be happy. It is different, but similar to the Tamriel you know. A land of free folk and creatures of all kinds, and beings that you may never have heard. Learn well from your teachers, your guides. And live in the light...

She looked across the lake and the light of the moon began shining brighter, but not painfully so. She heard melodic voices singing as the light touched and burned everything away...

She woke to the light of the sun poking through the trees above her, foreign but familiar, blinding her briefly and forcing her eyes shut again. After a few moments she sat up and took in her surroundings. The land was lush and green, a forest, though river could be heard babbling just beyond a thicket of trees. It was more green than what she was used to seeing in the harsh lands of Skyrim, except for those few safe havens she happened upon in her journeys. She could smell some type of smoke, most likely a camp fire, but clean sweet smell that could only come from a lush forest.

Looking down at herself, she was dressed in familiar leather armor, blood was stained on her chest, but there was no pain from the 3 long clawed gashes that should have been there. She had a small ache in her head, but nothing she couldn't handle. Her ebony sword and knife were strapped in the right places, her ebony bow and quiver rester next to her.

Find the grey wizard..

That is what the voice said she would need to do when she arrived, though that could wait till she was cleaned up.

Looking around she found her old pack, with breeches and a spare tunic for her and some leather. She would need that to fix up her armor. There were also a few healing potions and herbs, trusty lock picks, some basic food like bread and cheese that would last her a few days.

Gathering her gear, she headed towards the sound of the river to clean up. Armor would need to be repaired and find out if she had any lingering injuries. She stripped off her armor and her ruined tunic to find healed scars instead of open wounds. They still were pink, but they didn't hurt like normal scars would. This was the wound that led her to her death, at least the one in the other world.

Tersha sighed. As much as she didn't mind battle wounds, this one was harder to acknowledge and hide, like the cut on her calf from a flying sword, or the one from an arrow on her right side. This one represented her death.

She pulled the collar of her shirt higher and tightened the stings, leaving barely a trace of the scar noticeable.

By the time she was done cleaning and repairing her armor, night had almost fallen upon her, and she had no idea where she was and was not prepared to spend the night in the forest.

Fate seemed to smile on her though.

A rustle in the sunset tinted bushes sounded someones approach and she instinctively went on the defensive, only to find an old man, though he was very tall, taller than even her elfin height, and wore all grey, even the pointed hat upon his head and his eyes, a storm cloud grey. His staff, knoted like roots a the top, was a rich brown color, almost the only color in his attire.

"Ah, there you are my dear." his voice was gravely, but kind and warm. "I was beginning to wonder if I would ever find you tonight." 'Wait, was this...?' "I am Gandalf the Grey, wizard. I was told you would be on my way into Hobbiton, though I didn't think you would be this far from it. Come along now, we have a bit of a journey."

"So you are my guide then" she asked.

"Yes, I am, and you are Tersha, right?" she nodded. "Good, very good. Lets have ourselves an adventure."

A smile brightened her face as she gathered her belongings. She had a feeling this wizard would become a very close friend in the near future.

Along the road Gandalf asked and answered many question. Most were about where she was from, what she was, and what she remembered before waking up. The voice, now known as one of the Valar, had told him some of her, but not all. He was curious. And so was she

She told him of her home, Skyrim, though her kind were from a different country. Her father was a Nord, living in the woods in the south near Falkreath, Her mother had been killed by the Altmeri Dominion, High elves in her world, for speaking her opinion. She herself may have been a high elf, though she looked more human skinned than the normal yellowed gold. Her mother did not approve of the High elves decisions in the past, almost destroying the world and then forcing the kingdom of Skyrim to stop worshiping there gods.

Tersha spoke of her almost death in Helgrind by both ax and dragon fire and then her discovery of her heritage of being a dohvakiin, dragonborn, though she asked he did not tell anyone of her blood and soul being of dragon origin, just that she was supposed to fix how the end was supposed to happen. From what he had told her of the dragons in this place, there really were no redeeming qualities of any of them anymore, having been swayed by darkness of some kind. She skipped most of the stories of the companions and her other deeds, including her meeting with a few deadra and the dragon, her mentor Parthonax. She did mention the groups or guilds that had been around and of her somewhat involvement in the civil war between the Nords of Skyrim, and Imperial empire.

Then she spoke of Alduin and his terrible rein. As her birth right, and of prophecy, she was to put World Eater back on to the proper path, or as you can guess from the name, the world would be gone, but not in the way it was supposed to happen. He was not supposed to rule it, just end it for the next cycle. No pressure, but it was defiantly not the right time. She wasn't one to just back out of challenge, or turn her back on anyone who needed help for a good cause. This would have been in that category.

Gandalf started teaching her many things, mainly where they were, the different lands that spanned across middle earth, and even the far lying lands across the sea. He spoke of dwarves, elves, hobbits, and others in general terms, but did not get too deep into details, though she did have to pull him back from memories of old adventures he had been apart of, fond memories he seemed to get lost in telling.

Eventually he told her that they would be meeting with many companions and going on a journey, one that would most likely be harsh, but eventful and worth while. He even joked that it would be the best way for her to get used to the scenery and familiarize herself with the different terrains. Well, he was not wrong there.

Days passed and along the way the met with some folk much shorter than her or Gandalf, though a few of them were taller than the others. The tallest one came up to the top of her stomach. When Gandalf told her they were dwarves, she could hardly believe it. In Skyrim they speculated that they were averaged height as that of a Nord or Elf. Though this was a different world, there was bound to be lots of differences. Still, she was so excited she was bouncing and Gandalf couldn't help but laugh. Real dwarves!

That night, the sun had set not long ago, they came to a Hobbit hole of Bilbo Baggins, there host for the night before they began the real journey in the morn. The tall wizard had told her some about Hobbits. Curious folk that thrive in everything peaceful possible. Loved to till the earth, garden, and feast to their hearts content. It has sounded wonderful to her, but she still liked her adventures.

They all crowded around a rounded green door, a small gold nob in the middle, and rang the bell. Gandalf and her self stood in the background and the dwarves huddled and pushed against the door in their excitement.

"No. No. There's nobody home" there was a bit of clatter and the sound of a young man yelling as he came closer. "Go away and bother somebody else. There's far too many Dwarves in my dining room as it is. If this is some clot-head's idea of a joke.. haha, I can only say it is in very poor taste."

Suddenly the ranting ended just as the door swung open. And the milled dwarves all fell over each other in the threshold of the door, the largest of their group landing on top of them.

The man in front of her was small, a least a head shorter than the dwarves still groaning on the floor, with curly golden brown hair, brown eyes, slightly pointed ears, and very large hairy feet. He stared up at Gandalf in disbelief and then sighed, as if he should have known the wizard was the reason for the house invasion.

"Gandalf" he sighed.

"Bilbo Baggins, may I introduce some of our dwarfish friends.

The dwarves quickly picked themselves up, introduced themselves, and then went on their marry way into the home and started taking food and plates to what she guessed was the dining room. Gandalf started setting the table.

Tersha stayed behind and gave a slight bow to the Hobbit, who looked stressed and frustrated.

"Hello, I am Tersha Rosewind." She introduced. "I am terribly sorry about all of this, invading your home and pantry. Gandalf did not tell me you weren't expecting our company tonight."

Her words seem to humble him and he smiled slightly at her. Finally some manners.

"I like a bit of warning before I have a hoard of Dwarves swarming the house, but thank you for your apology. If you can find something to eat, please get some" Another thing she was told by the wizard was they never turned away a guest. Poor fellow.

Bilbo quickly shut the door and tried to get things organized, and by organized we mean trying to make sure the house wasn't put into a complete disarray as the dwarves moved things about.

Somehow it was all orderly the way the dwarves milled about and got dinner ready for the weary and hungry bellies, strangely fascinating.

"We seem to be one Dwarf short" Gandalf spoke aloud.

"He is late, is all." a bald but tattoo headed dwarf stated to Gandalf. "He traveled north to a meeting of our kin. He will come." Who were they talking about?

Soon everyone had a plate of food and was scarfing down like mad hungry, though happy dogs. Funnily enough their cheer reminded her of the large meals with the Companions, though the dwarves defiantly were messier than her shield-siblings.

Ham, mushrooms, cheese, potatoes, and a few fruits she had never seen covered the table and some were on her plate as she ate, though she was off to the corner and out of the way of the dwarves, afraid her fingers might be in danger if she reached for anything else.

"Not a chance. Not from that distance" the bald dwarf, Dwalin, exclaimed to Bofur, a dwarf with a funny hat to his head.

"Wanna bet?" he challenged. "Bombur, catch!" and with that he tossed a boiled and peeled egg at the overly large dwarf, who promptly caught it in his mouth. The dwarves all cheered, happily, though a few should have kept there mouths shut while doing so. Soon food was begin tossed around and the tall good looking blonde dwarf was passing around pints of ale. while walking on the table.

He stopped before Tersha, who was in the door way of the dinning room, enjoying her meal, and bowed his head slightly after jumped off the table.

"My lady, may I interest you in a pint of ale?" he offered and handed her one when she nodded.

"Thank you, kind dwarf."

"Would it be enough to get your name?" he flirted out. She couldn't help but smile at him. He was the one that came to her up to her chest in height, being taller than most of the other dwarves, and one of the few blondes there.

"Tersha Rosewind, and you would be?"

"Fili, at your services, my lady"

"Drink up!" a dwarf from the table shouted and promptly every dwarf scarfed down the ale with gusto, though Fili did it slower, as to not get it on his clothes, unlike the rest of the company.

Soon after everyone was finished eating, and Bilbo promptly worried over the state of his home to Gandalf, he was interrupted by the younger dwarf of the group.

"Excuse me. I'm sorry to interrupt, but what should I do with my plate?" he asked so politely, Tersha couldn't help but think him cute, in a childish way. Fili heard him and from her side walked up to lend a hand.

"Here you go, Ori. Give it to me." and with that Gandalf hurried out of the way as he tossed it to his brother, Kili, who then tossed it to another dwarf doing the dishes in the kitchen. Fili bounced a couple of bowls and his elbows, winker in her direction, and then tossed them as well, all going in the same direction.

Bilbo started having a fit again, trying to get them to stop and not drop his mother pottery. The dwarves in the dining room promptly started banging on the table and clashing the silver wear together on the table, creating a base beat. No doubt a song would start.

"Can you please not do that, you'll blunt them!" Bilbo exclaimed.

"Ooh. Do you hear that, lads?" Bofur said merrily, "He says we'll blunt the knifes."

'Blunt the knives, bend the forks" Kili started singing, still tossing the dishes about with his brother and some of the other dwarves

'Smash the bottles and burn the corks' Fili sang

'Chip the glasses and crack the plates' Oin jumped in

'Thats what Bilbo Baggins hates' now almost all the dwarves were singing, a few were using some of the dishes a musical instruments.

'Cut the cloth, tread on the fat,

Leave the bones on the bedroom mat

Pour the milk on the pantry floor

Splash the wine on every door

Dump the crocks in a boiling bowl

Pound them up with a thumping pole

When you're finishes, if they are whole

Send them down the hall to roll

'Thats what bilbo Baggins hates!'

Everyone started cheering and laughing at their new song, teasing Bilbo with their song of ruining his house, which everyone heard his complaints that night, and Bilbo looked on, shocked to see that everything was together and clean oat his dining room table, which was then promptly put back in to their correct places in the cupboard.

Suddenly there was a pounding at the door and everyone went silent. Sudden anticipation filled her and she saw Fili and Kili smile slightly.

Gandalf pulled his pipe from his mouth, and looked towards the front door.

"He is here"

Ok the first chapter is done. I do hope that I get some reviews for this. Tell me how you like it. I am going to try and update either every other day or every week, depending on my schedule.

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