Hello! This is my first attempt at writing a fanfic for "The Hobbit". I've been obsessed with the movie, book, and many fan-fictions in the past three weeks for some weird reasons. Constructive criticism is recommended and needed, my apology for the spelling and grammar mistakes you might encountered while reading this chapter.

If you're familiar with " A Song of Ice and Fire" by George R.R. Martin, you will notice the name I gave my OCs. Margaery and Allyria are beautiful names that stuck in my head when I started reading the series.

Thank you and happy reading :)

Disclaimer: I DO NOT own " The Hobbit" or any Tolkien's works, only my OCs.

Margaery

She looked up from her book and saw that the sky has begun to light up, the sun was rising, signaling a new day, a new beginning. She glanced down to her watch, five thirty was the time, thirty minutes until the plane take off, and Allyria was nowhere to be seen. She debated whether to get on the plane and waited for her best friend there or sit here until the last minute. She was too busy with her internal debate to notice a figure sitting down. She was brought back to Earth when the figure, whose seat was next to her, let out a low cough.

" It's about time you show up." She said and turned her attention to the figure, thinking it was Allyria, but she was wrong. Instead it was an old man, in a gray suit, brown tie, with a cane on his lap.

" I'm sorry. I was expecting someone else." She apologized with a sweet smile. The man looked up and smiled at her. He was definitely old, with wrinkles around his eyes, and a long gray beard to match. His face reminded her of her own grandfather's, kind, and comely in a vintage, antique way.

" It's all right, my dear. We all make simple mistakes from time to time." Even his voice sounds like Grandfather, thought Margaery. She gave him her signature smile, and shifted back to her book. 'The Hobbit' had been her favorite book for as long as she can remember. The tale of Erebor and Smaug the Terrible had been her bedtime story ever since Mother read it to her during a summer storm all those years ago. Thorin and the Company had been the best part of the story; all the dangerous stuff Bilbo and the gang went through during their quest exited her to no end. The ending was bittersweet to her, the deaths of Thorin, Kili and Fili angered her when she was a child but...

" 'The Hobbit' is a good book, my dear." Again the old man brought her back to reality. She smiled at the compliment.

" It's my favorite book. I read it once a year."

" The ending is a bit unexpected."

" Tell me about it. All those hard works and nothing!" She complained

" Erebor was reclaimed. It's far from nothing, my dear." The old man's spoke gently.

" I know that, but Thorin, Kili and Fili died for naught!" She argued passionately " Dain inherited the throne yet he gave them no support when he learned of the quest!"

" He did, however, sent his aide in the Battle of the Five Armies"

" Sometime I dislike Tolkien for his blood thirst. Why not the other dwarves? Why Thorin? Why Kili and Fili?" Her passion for the book exploded then. It has been so long since she talked about

'The Hobbit' and it was not worth the wait.

" If only we could change it." The old man said with a smile.

" If only." Margaery sighed. Why am I getting worked up over some fictional characters?

" If you can, will you be willing to go on the quest?" The old man spoke

" To change the fate of those three beloved characters? Heck yeah." She said without a second thought.

" Interesting." He said, his voice barely above a whisper.

" But I can't do it alone." She said, " Hypothetically and realistically speaking, I would need help during the journey."

" What kind of help?"

" Every time, Allyria and I go camping. I'm the one in charge of geographic locations, poisonous plants, and water sources. Everything else is Allyria's"

" Allyria is your?" The man asked.

" My best friend." Margaery answered with a smile. Allyria and her were of the same age, with Allyria six months older. She was everything Margaery dreamt to be, beautiful, smart, and athletic, with a strong sense of will. Whereas Margaery was sweet, naive, and easily scared of people, Allyria was strong, brave, and not easily scared of people. They were the two sides of a coin, yet they became the best of friends despite their opposite personas.

" So you would go on this quest, if only you have your best friend?" The old man asked with sincerity.

" Yes, I would not be going anywhere without my girl next to me." She answered bluntly, and the old man let out a smile.

Attention, Flight 576 is ready to board. Passengers going to London, England, your flight is ready to board.

" I'm afraid that's me. It was wonderful meeting you, Miss?" He stood up, tall and proud.

" Margaery. Margaery Preston." She stood up and bid him farewell. " Have a safe flight"

" I wish the same for you, dear Margaery." With that he left her. She looked at the watch, and realized that in fifteen minutes, the gate would close. She quickly gathered her oversized black satchel and got on the place. Finding her seat was easy, 3A was not a hard seat to find judging she was flying first class. After settling down and secured her seatbelt, Margaery resumed her book. It wasn't long until, the seat next to her was taken. This time, Margaery let out a smile, knowing who it was. A clear, smooth voice spoke up and she knew that she got it right this time.

" So instead of sailing to the Hamptons, you want us to fly there?"

" That's what you and I are here for." Margaery put the book down and turned to her best friend. With wavy jet-black hair, bright emerald green eyes, full lips, and high cheekbones, Allyria Parker could be any man's greatest dream. Even Margaery, who was ever the beautiful daughter of James Preston, felt inadequate and common when sitting next to her best friend of twenty years.

" I had consider not showing up."

" But you couldn't bear the thought of your best friend's suffering if she was going to the wedding alone." She said in her sweet voice.

" It was along the line of my cousin's abrupt wedding announcement, but that too" Allyria quipped back, and she pretended to be offended.

" How evil of you!"

" It is my job after all, to be evil." She replied with that clear voice of hers. Margaery let out a small laugh before embraced Allyria.

" I've missed you. What took you so long? I waited until the last minutes!" She asked.

" A few bumps showed up at work."

" Who work at 5 in the morning?"

" The one who works for the government." Allyria said casually and took out a bottle of sleeping pills.

" It's a two hours flight. Surely you don't need it." Margaery raised her concern. She knew that Allyria hated flying, yet she couldn't afford to go with the sailing to the Hamptons plan. The plan would take them at least a week to get to the Hamptons, and there was no way that they could be there for the wedding.

" Relax would you. I haven't had a proper sleep for the past three days. Besides, these pills are light, I'll be up before we touch down to New York." Allyria answered and quickly swallowed the sleeping pills.

" And if you don't?" She asked

" Then you get the lovely task of carrying me out of this plane." Allyria flashed her a smile. Margaery smiled back and the conversation ended there. It wasn't long before Allyria fell into oblivion, and Margaery resumed her reading. Thirty minutes after the plant took off, she finally succumbed to sleep, having woken at three in the morning to get to the airport.

Margaery was woken up when the plane began to shake violently, from side to side, up and down. In panic, she tried to rouse Allyria, who was deep asleep. Her efforts were in vain after five minutes, the shaking worsened and the next thing she knew, the captain turned on the emergency light. Chaos followed after, with people screaming and yelling, her hands began to shake, and her eyes, tears. I'm going to die. Ally is going to die. What is happening? What should I do? Panicking, she stood up and opened the overhead compartment, and quickly took out her satchel and Allyria's bag. She strapped the bag onto Allyria, who was still asleep, and tightened her hold on her satchel. With that she sat down, put on her seatbelt, and hold on to Allyria's hand. It wasn't long before the plane lost its light, and darkness took over.

A man's voice woke her up, pulling her out of the dark abyss. She forced her eyes to open; she squinted under the bright light. Where am I? Heaven, perhaps? It's only make sense if I'm in it. It wasn't until someone nudged her gently that she realized that she was not dead, but very much alive.

" Are you all right?" There was confusion in his tone.

" Where am I?" She muttered while trying to sit up.

" You're in the Shire. Hobbiton, to be exact. Are you hurt?" She looked up and almost jumped, if not her knees, which were jelly like at this point. HOLY MOTHER OF GOD! IT'S FREAKING BILBO BAGGINS. WHY IS HE HERE? THIS IS DEFINITELY HEAVEN. MY HEAVEN!

" I'm fine. Are you?" She asked, losing all of her senses at the shock. Bilbo smiled and shook his head.

" I'm perfectly all right. Are you sure you're not hurt?" There was genuine concern in his eyes.

" Positive. I hit the ground hard, but no cuts as far as I can feel." She smiled brightly and with Bilbo's help, got up from the ground. Margaery took a moment to look at her surrounding only to realize that she really was in the Shire, and she was standing in front of Bilbo Baggins, on his front porch at Bag End. It was truly beautiful, almost indescribable. The film didn't do it justice, and obviously, the book. Clear blue sky, beautiful green landscapes, and GREEN? GREEN?! OH MY GOD. ALLYRIA!

" Where's Allyria?" She asked, panic rising in her throat. She turned to look for Bilbo, but he was out of her sight, until she looked down. Bilbo was kneeling down, trying to rouse another body, laying on the other side of the porch with a brown Louis Vuitton keepall bag strapped to her body, was Allyria.

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