AN: This was inspired by the last couple of lines (aka the dialogue) which was written by greenkangaroo. I just ran with it. This is a drabble and will not be continued. To be quite honest, I don't even know what I'm doing with my life anymore.

Disclaimer: I don't own The Hobbit

Nori really shouldn't have been surprised. That was why he was here after all. Well, one of two reasons at least. But now wasn't the time for logistics.

To be honest, he wasn't surprised when Thorin came to him for his expertise. He knew why Thorin wanted him. He wanted someone with his particular skill set, someone who had contacts with the shadier side of life. Someone who wasn't afraid to get his hands dirty.

He wasn't even surprised when Thorin told him he was needed on the wrong side of the bars. He'd been in jail before, it was nothing new. Mahal, Thorin's right hand man had been one to put him there on many occasion! No, his surprise came from fact that Thorin wanted him to turn himself in. On purpose.

Well how on this bloody earth was he supposed to do that?

He sighed. A man of his caliber, of his talent, turning himself in? That in and of itself should be a crime! He sighed again and ran his hand down his face. He got up from his bench and headed into the police station. If Thorin ever asked this of him again he'd ring his angsty little neck and make off with his beard, Erebor and this whole 'quest' be cursed!

He walked through the doors, headed to the nearest police officer and held out his wrists to be cuffed.

"My name is Nori Rivers. I am a known and wanted felon, and I've just killed a man with this gun. It was premeditated, the weapon is not mine. I stole it. And one of you lads should probably arrest me now."