AN: Here's another OC insert for ya. It seems to be the only thing I'm capable of writing about.

'Thoughts'

It was my mother that got into the trilogy first, having owned all of the Lord of the Rings movies. Her interest soon bled into me and my sister. Our father liked it too, but he preferred his Band of Brother movies. Now those were depressing.

Anyways, when we heard that The Hobbit was coming out in theaters we immediately knew we were going to see it. The four of us saw "An Unexpected Journey", and were quite happy with how it turned out. Dad enjoyed it as well, but when the second movie of the trilogy came out he decided to wait until it was out on DVD to see it.

As expected the second movie was just as good, if not better, than the first. My interest in the movie made me go online to read fanfictions about the story, reading about how OC's would get stuck in the story and trying to either find a way out or accept their fate.

Reading those fanfictions was how I disckvered the ending of the trilogy. I tried finding fanfic's that ended before The Battle of the Five Armies because the movie hadn't come out yet, but I was unlucky enough to find out that Thorin, Fíli, and Kíli all died in the last movie. I decided to keep the information to myself, not wanting to ruin the movie for anyone else.

When previews for the final movie came out I was ready to squeal with joy, but then I remembered how the movie was going to end and I stopped myself.

Keeping the information to myself was harder than I thought, but eventually the movie was playing in theaters so we all hopped into the car and drove towards the nearest cinema, and waited to see how the journey would end for the Company.

Sure I knew the fate of three of the most important members of the company, but I still didn't know how they died, or if they reclaimed Erebor.

Despite knowing the three Durins were going to die, it did nothing to prepare me for how heart wrenching the scene would actually be. I had never cried for a movie before, and I take no shame in admitting that I allowed myself to shed a few (hundred) tears when Tauriel cried for Kíli.

The drive home from the theater was pretty quiet, but that was either from the movie, or because it was fairly late at night.

The next day my family seemed to have forgotten all about the movie, and returned to their daily lives like there was nothing wrong.

I wasn't so lucky.

My days were filled with the dark clouds of depression as I constantly thought about the heartbreaking finish to such a wonderful movie. Sometimes a burning anger would break through the wave of depression, and I would silently curse Peter Jackson's name.

Why did he have to kill them off? Especially since they finally won the battle, and reclaimed the mountain! Was it because it was part of the books? Then screw the books! I probably only got through the first four pages before getting bored of it.

Friends from school were quick to notice my mood change, and whenever they asked what was wrong I would passionately explain about the unfairness of it all. How they should never have died. But every time I finished I was given a pat on the back and told that they were "just fictional characters" or "don't be silly, none of it was real".

None of my friends shared my passion with the fantasy world. They apparently believed there wasn't any time for watching Harry Potter movies, or dressing up as one of your favorite characters for Halloween. It was more about how good your hair looked, or if your make-up was done correctly.

One day I was sitting on the bus on my way home from school, and I decided to really think about what my friends had said.

I already knew they were fictional characters, so for them to tell me that wasn't helping any. The fact that none of them seemed to even try to sympathize with me made me a little angry at them.

In the back of my mind I knew I was being irrational about everything. I shouldn't be getting so worked up over something so trivial.

That line of thought seemed to spark something inside of me, and when my bus pulled up in front of my house I stomped off and stormed through my front door.

Thankfully my parents were off at work, and my sister was either listening to music in her room or out at a friends, leaving me to do whatever I wanted for a few hours.

Shutting my bedroom door I flung my backpack at the edge of my bed, and took a long look at my surroundings.

Dozens of posters were plastered all over my walls. Each wall had its own theme of either Harry Potter, Batman, Pirates of the Caribbean, or The Hobbit. Pushed up against the wall covered in Harry Potter merchandise was my twin bed, and at the end of my bed was a long dresser with a small screen tv with various DVD's strewn about.

There was a bookcase pushed up against the wall opposite to my bed that was filled with several books on the bottom two shelves, and the rest were stocked with figurines.

Not really caring about any homework I had I popped a random movie into my DVD player and changed into some more comfortable clothes.

When I flopped onto my bed I pressed play on the remote, and snuggled against my pillow.

Suddenly feeling tired I allowed my eyes to slowly drift shut, and I could have sworn I heard the opening theme song of The Hobbit before my mind was claimed by sleep.

It was a surprise to take in how vivid my dream was turning out to be. Usually I would just have small clips of various dreams until I woke up, and when I was awake I wouldn't be able to remember any details.

Something told me this was different.

Covering the ground around me was a white, wispy smoke, making it impossible to see what I was standing on. Above me was a star filled sky, only instead of just stars there were the obvious forms of planets and suns.

What was funny was that the planets I can see weren't any from our solar system. There was the Milky Way, which I knew was where our solar system was, but then there were other planets spotted across the sky. One of them was even purple.

"I've been watching you for a while now, child."

Gasping I whipped around to see someone that definitely hadn't been there before.

A large figure was regally sitting on a large throne. His body was swathed in what appeared to be a white sheet, but was tinted a light blue from the stars and planets above. There were two glowing orbs sitting in what I assumed to be his head, and I decided they were the creatures eyes.

"Who…" I licked my lips, "who are you? And where am I?"

"This is my realm, child." The figures voice had an ageless, all-knowing quality to it.

I uneasily cleared my throat, "And who are you?"

"I am Eru, and that is what you may call me."

"Eru, Eru, I know that name," I murmured to myself. "Aren't you one of Tolkien's characters?"

"I am myself, and no one else's."

I nodded, "Uh huh." Taking a closer look around I shrugged to myself, "This is a pretty cool dream and all, but it's kinda pointless."

"A dream? Why yes I suppose this is a dream. But only for the moment."

His response earned a strange look from me, but I ignored him and thought about something that would make me wake up. The fact that I could think so clearly in my dream was actually rather surprising for me, but I thought of anything that could help me wake up.

Just wishing for me to wake up didn't work, as I'd already tried that as soon as I saw Eru's eyes. Pinching the skin of my arm actually hurt, and when I took away my fingers I saw a red mark forming. I pinched myself hard enough that I wouldn't be surprised if a bruise formed.

The fact that I could feel the pain of the pinch made me uneasy. I had never felt pain before in a dream, and there were many instances in a dream where I should have felt some sort of pain but never did. By all means I shouldn't have felt that pinch because this is a dream. Eru said so!

"Look," my voice was shaky, "I don't know what's going on, but I want to go back home."

"I already told you, you are dreaming–"

"No!" My voice had raised in pitch, "No I'm not! If I was then I would be awake right now instead of standing here in front of you!"

'Eru' sat on his throne, completely unaffected by my rant, "I can sense your distress, child. I understand this may be a bit frightening for you, but I need you to take calm breaths and listen to what I have to say."

His wise voice seemed to calm me down against my will, and I found myself taking deep, slow breaths. "You said this was a dream," I accused. "Why won't I wake up?" I gasped, "Am I in a coma?"

"No, child, you're not in a coma. As of right now you're physical body is sleeping in your room."

I breathed a small sigh of relief, but one of the word he used caught my attention, "My 'physical body'?"

Eru dipped his head in agreement, "Yes. While your body is in your home, your conscience is here with me," he motioned to our surroundings with his covered hand.

"But I'm dreaming." I couldn't seem to grasp what he was trying to tell me.

He must have realized that because he explained it, "When you fell asleep your conscience slipped towards Morpheus' realm, but before he could claim you I latched onto your mind and took you here."

I understood that I was technically still laying in bed at home, but apparently Eru took stole me so he could talk to me. "Why did you bring me here?"

"You know who I am, and what I've created?" I nodded with a small excited grin. "Then you should know that I am constantly watching my creations live their lives on Middle-Earth." An invisible wind blew the fog away from the floor to reveal a large map. "Although not all of the creations are mine I still love them equally.

"What you may not know about yourself is that you love the Khazâd almost as much as I do." I looked up at the unfamiliar word, and Eru elaborated, "The dwarrows."

The news surprised me. Sure I loved the Company from The Hobbit, but I didn't think I loved them that much. Especially with them being fictional.

"When you watched that movie from your realm I noticed you grow more attached to the characters than any other. You never thought of them as fictional, and grew strong bonds for each one of them. Something Aluë was most exuberant about."

"Exuberant?"

"Ecstatic."

I nodded in comprehension, "So you took me here to tell me that? Something I kinda already knew?"

"I'm not finished yet child," I blushed and looked away. "I brought you here to offer you a proposition."

My interest was peaked, and I lifted my gaze from the floor and looked just passed Eru's head. I couldn't look him in the eye because those glowing orbs were just too creepy.

"Your reaction to the fate of the Durins line was what cemented my idea. You always wished that their fates had been different, that each member of the Company had lived. More than once you wished to go to Middle-Earth with the hopes of changing their fate."

Chewing at my bottom lip with embarrassment I nodded. It felt weird to have someone tell me about the many wishes I had made. What made it embarrassing was that I never thought anybody else would hear them.

"I brought you here to grant that wish."

My lip slipped from between my teeth as I gazed at the sheet covered form of Eru, "You can't be serious?!"

"I assure you I am quite serious."

"But–but–ugh!" I threw my hands up in defeat, "I've gone crazy! I must have hit my head or something before I fell asleep because this is all completely ridiculous! Maybe everybody else was right, and I've become a bit too obsessed with The Hobbit movies."

"No child," Eru's voice seemed to have an urgent hint to it. "Everything I have told you is the truth, I promise you."

"And you expect me to believe that this is all real?"

Eru grew silent as he tried to find a way to make me believe that everything he's told me was real.

A new voice suddenly sounded from somewhere behind me, "Father, is this the child you've been so fixated on?"

Turning around I spotted a lean, yet muscled, man striding across the mapped floor. He had dark reddish hair with a matching beard, and a long cape draped over his right shoulder, allowing his stomach to be exposed. Thankfully he had some sort of skirt/blanket expertly tied around his waist. Although he was able to pull off the look. And resting neatly in the palm of his hand was a long handled mallet.

"I'm sorry sir, but who are you?"

"Ah," he set his mallet down and clapped his hands together, "she has wonderful manners."

The mystery man strode up to me, and looked me directly in the eye, "My name is Aulë," there was a slight twinkle in his eye, "at your service."

Aulë crouched down so he could be eye level with me. He was a little shorter than Eru, but he still easily towered over my 5' 4" frame.

For a second I stared at him dumbly, until my mouth finally worked before my brain was ready too, "Amber, at yours."

"Well, Miss Amber, I wasn't even here to hear your conversation, and yet I can already see you doubt Fathers claim." His large hands engulfed my shoulders, "I suppose I cannot blame you, it is hard to believe."

"You expect me to believe this is all real?"

"Then I want you to realize something…" he shifted his weight until he was kneeling in front of me, "…this is quite different from a normal dream, no?"

I nodded.

"Because this is not quite a dream. What you are witnessing right now is more along the lines of a vision."

"That doesn't make much sense."

"I guess you are the seeing is believing type?" I nodded again, "Alright," he took a lock of my jaw-length red hair and separated it into several different strands, "I assume Father told you why he brought you here?"

"To grant one of my wishes."

"Correct," Aulë reached into one of his pockets and pulled out what looked like a bead. "Because of your strong emotional bond with my dwarrows, Father and I decided we would grant your wish of going to Middle-Earth and trying to change the fates of the last of the Durin line."

"Even if all of this was true and you were able to do that, how do you expect me to help? I'm a fourteen year old girl with no experience with swords or adventures! I would probably have to kill some orcs while I'm there too, and I have no idea how I'd handle that. I've never killed a thing in my life!"

Aulë took out another bead, and carefully placed it over the very end of the braid, using it as a sort of clip to keep the strands from falling apart. "You're right of course, and that is why we decided to place you in an earlier time so that you may grow. Then you can use your time to learn everything you believe is necessary to save the Durins."

Aulë stood up from his kneeling position and picked up his mallet from beside Eru's throne, "Good luck Father, and you especially Miss Amber," and with that he disappeared from the room.

I looked around to see where he could have possibly went, and silently envied the fact that he could leave while I couldn't.

"Come here, child."

Keeping a weary eye on Eru's cloaked form I slowly walked towards the bottom of the throne. As I got closer the throne seemed to grow taller, and by the time I was close enough the top of my head didn't even reach Eru's knee.

'He's much taller than Aulë,' I thought to myself.

"Since Aulë gave you a gift, I think it is only fair to give you one myself." Eru reached above him, and seemingly plucked a start from the sky. He cupped his hands around it, and I was only able to see a brief flash of blue before he held out his new creation.

A small glass cylinder was wrapped in thin strands of silver ivy that attached it to a beautiful, yet simple silver chain, and sitting inside the small vile was the twinkling blue form of the star that has been plucked form the sky. "Once you put that necklace on it will grant you the lifespan of one of my elves."

"Why would I need the lifespan of an elf?" Even though I questioned him I placed the necklace around my neck, and hid it under my shirt. The glow of the star was easily noticeable from under my pajamas.

"You will know once your in Middle-Earth."

"Whoa, wait, I never said I was going!" I shouted at him.

The roiling fog returned with a vengeance, and this time it was an ominous black, "You agreed as soon as you accepted my gift." Eru seemed to calm down after his own small outburst, "You must forgive me, child, but even if you hadn't said no now, I would have asked again later."

"So I have no choice in what's going on?" Now I really hoped this was a dream.

"I'm afraid not."

"What about my family? My friends?"

"I suppose it would be possible for me to send you back after your journey, but remember that I am sending you back years before that adventure begins. Would you really have me send your adult self back into your fourteen year old body?"

He had a point there, "How far back am I going exactly?"

"Far enough."

'This guy's as cryptic as Dumbledore. Or I guess I should say Gandalf for the whole Middle-Earth theme.' "I can't just leave my whole life behind like that!"

"Have you not yearned for an adventure for the past several years? Always wanting to take trips out into the wilderness, or learn how to hunt."

He really has been watching me if he knew about that. I wanted to learn how to hunt about a year ago, but the urge had faded…sorta. "But…my family…" I started getting the urge to cry.

"I am truly sorry for bringing this upon you, young one. Just know that you will find a new family, and better friends where you are going."

"But I don't want to go." The whispered were lost as the fog surrounding me crawled up my sides and wrapped around every available inch of my body. I could feel the tendrils pulling me down, and no amount of resistance would make them let go.

It felt like forever before I was brought to a sudden halt. The tendrils instantly disappeared, and my body was plummeting towards the ground. The last thing I heard was Eru's voice whispering an apology, before my body came to an abrupt stop.

I bolted upright with a sharp gasp. My chest was heaving with panic, and showed no signs of slowing down. Had I woken up in my room I'm sure I would have felt absolutely fine and laughed over my imagination, but considering I was laying in the middle of a grassy field made me hyperventilate with fear.

A bright flash broke through my panicked haze, and my eyes snapped down to my chest to see what caused it.

Sitting just underneath my still-developing chest was the small vial containing the glimmering blue form of a star. I wrapped my hand around it, fully prepared to yank it off and throw it far away from me, but as soon as I touched Eru's gift I felt wave after wave of warmth and reassurance.

My breathing slowly started to even out until I was finished physically panicking, but that didn't mean I wasn't freaking out mentally.

'I don't understand what's going on. I thought all of that was a dream! Am I still dreaming? It wouldn't be the first time I've had a dream within a dream, but then why do they both feel so real?'

I drew my knees up to my chest and crossed my arms over them while resting my forehead on top of my arms. The vial was still clutched in my right hand as I stared at my dark blue plaid pajama pants.

I didn't want to believe that anything that just happened to me was real, but the fact that I was holding a star in my hand and an intricately done braid was hanging in my hair made my mind reluctantly accept the fact that none of this was some elaborate plot to mess with my head, or that I wasn't sleeping, or in a coma.

Should all of this turn out to be real then I definitely couldn't just sit here and wait around for something else magical to happen. Considering the fact I just came from a conversation with Eru then I should be in Middle-Earth, and that magical thing could end up being an orc.

I slowly stood up from the ground and brushed off any strands of grass that might have stuck to my pants. As I brushed myself off I noticed that while I was thankfully wearing clothes, I was only in my pajamas which consisted of plaid blue pants, an oversized t-shirt, and no bra…could this get any worse?

Growling a few choice words under my breath I took in my surroundings and noticed that to my right was an endless horizon of grassy plains, while to my left was a large stretch of forest.

Walking out in the middle of the plains would leave me pretty exposed to not only the elements, but also any creature that decides to attack me. With those rather disturbing thoughts I decided to go into the forest. Sure there might still be dangerous creatures, but at least in here I might find something to eat or drink. Hopefully both.

Just from observing I could tell this wasn't Fanghorn Forest. Of course I was only comparing it to a movie image, and the real thing might look a bit different. Add on the fact that I'm some odd years before the journey to Erebor then who knows what anything looks like now a days.

Carefully stepping over a raised tree root I pondered over what I remembered from my conversation with Eru.

Apparently when I fell asleep in my bed at home he stopped me from having any dreams by stealing my conscience to be able to talk with me. He supposedly heard my wishes to become a part of the Company to save Thorin and his nephews from getting killed, and he decided to grant them (without my consent) because I had a strong love for the characters.

With all of that summed up I started wondering how he did all of that. Who has the power to steal people from their dreams? To move people from realm to realm, and pluck stars from the sky?

I stopped walking through the trees, and smacked myself in the forehead. Of course he was able to do all of those things! He's Eru! Like, the very first God of Middle-Earth. Heck he created Middle-Earth! It probably isn't that much of a stretch for him to move someone from one reality to another.

The fact that I had actually met a god made a goofy smile spread over my face, and because I was alone I allowed myself to squeal a little bit. Not only did I meet Eru, but I also met Aulë, the God who made the dwarves.

Both of them apparently wanted me to come here to Middle-Earth to help the Company–that much I got. But what I didn't understand was why they would choose me. I'm only a fourteen year old girl, and they decided to make it better by sending me in some random year before the journey.

Heaven forbid they gave me a couple details about where I was, when I was, and what I needed.

Deciding to put off thinking for later tonight I continued walking through the seemingly never ending forest for the next couple of hours.