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Sighing deeply, the sound leaking from her mouth, the girl closed the book gently. The soft covers filled with a story like no other falling into her lap emitting an audible thunk. She leaned back, her head resting gently against the cushion of the chair, willing the pain in her heart to lesson. She wished more than anything for the lingering pain to leave her body. What a foolish notion! To think, here she sat, her heart aching for the lives of fictional characters. It was silly, idiotic really. The idea that the death of a people who never truly existed once again pierced her heart, regardless of the number of times this occurred. Cracking an eye the girl gazed down to the source of her pain. The Hobbit, sat in her lap, the neat silver scrawl of the title seeming to mock her pain. Ridiculous, it whispered to her. Pinching the bridge of her nose she sighed once again. This was all Peter Jackson's fault.

Truly it was, when she had originally read the books the pages pulled her in. The death of the line of Durin did not use to cause her pain, of course she felt remorse for Fili and Kili, not as much for Thorin, but it was as Tolkien wrote it. Regretfully, she did not give it much thought at all, until Jackson's movies came out. She tried to tell herself that it was his fault, for making the line of Durin so damned attractive, and that was of course the reason that her heart hurt. She had always been slightly angered when Fili and Kili died, they were young and innocent though she cared little for Thorin. The pompous bastard! Yet their deaths in the movies hurt her. Try as she might she could not deny the real reason behind her pain, that Peter Jackson had simply put it into perspective. But the characters never seemed as real as they did until that man brought them to life. She turned to the internet to soothe her aching heart, and found within it Fanfic. She read stories, avidly, where they did not die. Most of the stories centered around girls from her world who loved the line of Durin and helped save them. Some were fighters, others were "seers". Her train of thought was intercepted by an unladylike snort. Absurd the very idea. She would never admit it out loud of course but she secretly loved all of those stories, for the simple fact that the authors saved Thorin, Fili, and Kili.

Standing, the girl stretched out her back, placing the small book on the glass table that coincidently held an empty glass of wine. Glancing at the clock and noting the time, she looked down frowning at the empty glass, as if it was to blame for all her woes. Oh well, she remembered as she walked to the kitchen, the very glass held precariously in her hand, she had read that one glass of red wine a day was supposed to be good for you. Besides it was from Rome. AND, it had to be past five somewhere. The girl gingerly placed the cup into the sink, rinsing it out quickly as to not stain the glass. Turning, she relaxed languidly against the sink, biting her lip in thought. The day was still full of opportunities. There were many things that she could do, that she should do. But, she found herself reluctant to be productive.

Looking around the apartment, she frowned. Her life was not exactly what she imagined it be, not that she was unhappy. That was entirely untrue. She adored her quant little apartment and her roommates who always made her smile. She adored the late-night dinners when someone was hungry, or the midnight brownies when finals were approaching. She was even going to Greece this upcoming summer, something she was looking very much forward to. Even so. . . Sighing, she turned deciding to take a shower.

The girl pondered while she walked before deciding, she was average. She was 21 and in the midst of her undergraduate studies, she had no acknowledgeable talent, no secret hidden talent that made people gasp or admire her. She was neither brave nor overly cowardly, hell she had taken the Harry Potter quiz and was a Hufflepuff! She had three siblings, and two parents. There did not seem to be anything overly spectacular about her.

She entered the bathroom, shutting the door behind her gently. Turning she gazed at her reflection. Grey eyes stared back searchingly, hoping to find something that she felt was missing. Frowning, the girl realized she saw nothing different. The same tan skin from her Mariana Island heritage, the same long waved dark brown hair, darker than her mother's whose resembled chocolate but still distinctly German. A small nose was positioned in the middle of her face, it was not particularly pointed but it seemed to fit her face. Her cheekbones were somewhat prominent she supposed but again, nothing to eye catching. Tilting her head, she decided that she did have a somewhat exotic look with her coloring. Without a doubt, she was a half-breed as her father teased her. Both European and Pacific Islander shown in her features. She never understood were her eyes came from, her grandmother had told her it was her great grandfather or something from her mother's side that shared a similar appearance. He was German through and through. She had a small beauty mark above her lip on the left side, it was incredibly small but there. She had dainty bones and was small in stature only 5 ft. Laughing the girl turned toward the shower, quickly entering under the warm waters.

The girl had always wished that she would suddenly grow taller, but that was not to be. She had no real problem with being short, well that was until boys started to notice. And people say that chivalry is dead! Ha! That was certainly not the case surrounding her. She had found many a man feel some overwhelming need to protect her. She was an independent woman dammit! And she didn't need a man to coddle her! Or at least, she thought blushing slightly, that was what she told her friends when they had harped on her when she had bristled at the males every attempt.

Oh, who was she kidding. She secretly wished for some prince to come in on his white horse, like the ones in those stories; heroic, handsome, smart, funny. . . She refused to be a damsel in distress but she desperately wanted to be saved.

The girl quickly turned off the water, and wrapping a towel around her waist left for her room. The place was silent as she walked through the hall, the only sounds that of her footsteps, her roommates were all out and about leaving her alone. Entering her room, she looked through her closest deciding. Putting on a pair of sandals and a maxi dress she left the house. The dress was made of creamy white lace. It went a tad past her feet but the slip underneath only went to her knees, leaving the see-through lace as the only thing to cover her lower legs. The spaghettis traps did nothing to provide any warmth for her shoulders so it was a good thing the weather was warm. She had always wondered, passingly, if she looked terribly in short dresses Her friends had assured her that was not the case. As her feet hit the warm concrete, she wondered aimlessly. Her school was small, 2600 students total, and the town around it equally so. She smiled and nodded at the people she passed that she knew or recognized from her classes, which included the entire biology department. She like many other students was on a pre-health track, specifically pre-vet. Animals, she adored. She could never understand why some people hurt them, and wished to open her own shelter one day. No kill, of course, something one of her roommates wished also, they planned to open one together. There was something about an innocent that could not fight back that tugged at her heartstrings. Memories of her childhood passed through her mind, the girl quickly pushing the thought away.

As she was walking around the town, she let the warmth of the sun shine on her face, drying her waist length hair. She had made it a few blocks away from her home, to the local park before a small headache began to push at her head. Turning the thought as nothing she continued on. It was normal for her to get small headaches, especially if she was dehydrated. She made a note to get water when she returned home. The headache quickly got worse, making the girl stop wincing slightly. Her hand went up to touch her head gingerly, her other hand bracing her against the cool bark of a nearby tree. Her headaches never got this bad this quick. The girl bit her lip, suddenly wishing she had hurried home when her head first began to hurt. Turning she began to walk through the park, hoping to get home before it became a full migraine. Her mind pounding in rhythm with her steps.

A bright light flashed before her eyes, or perhaps it was behind her eyes? Either way, the girl quickly winced, extending her hands blindly as to catch herself before she saw nothing but darkness.

…

Two grey eyes opened suddenly, blinking at the sun blearily. Turning her head, the girl looked to her sides, finding that she was laying on the grass. Deciding that she must have faint, something she never remembered doing before, she sat up. Her brow quickly furrowed in confusion as she looked around at her surroundings. No more were there trees and baseball field, laughing children and the smell of barbeque, instead she found herself sitting on a small hill. Alone. The only sound around her was that of the breeze, sweeping through the grass of the rolling hills. Panicking she stood, her sight going white for a bit before her body adjusted. Her head whipped in several directions as her eyes drank in the sights around her. A forest stood in front of her, nothing like she had ever seen before. Its trees were taller than any she had ever seen, reminding her of the time she had gone to Yellowstone. She continued to survey her surroundings, cursing as she did. She did not remember dying. But she must have! That could be the only logical explanation for where she was.

Because, in front of her was nothing other than the Shire. You know, that place from the Hobbit¸ lush rolling hills with houses built into them with cute circular doors. She knew the sight well, she had watched all the movies often enough. As her panic increased, so did her senses. She started to smell nature, purer than anything she had ever smelt, and the sounds of farm animals around her. Perhaps she had been kidnapped and taken to New Zealand! She had heard that they had a Shire set somewhere in the rolling hills. Of course, no sane kidnapper would take her to New Zealand, and leave her alone.

Someone cleared their throat nearby. The girl felt her head twist in that direction so quickly her neck protested. Before she could accept the pain, the sight in front of her registered in her brain. For none other Gandalf the Grey stood before her. She wondered passingly if he had always been this tall? Admittingly she was short, but still! Surveying the man quickly she noted that he was indeed tall and lithe with long grey billowing robes that desperately needed a wash. He was holding a grey staff in his hand, which he was currently using as a leaning post, both of his hands wrapped around it. A hat sat upon his greying hair, reaching for the sky, casting a long shadow over his face. It did not however manage to hide his eyes, kind eyes she noted relieved. They were of a surprising icy grey color which crinkled at the sides, a sure sign of good company. She hoped. Yep, this was without a doubt Gandalf.

Great, she thought, I died. This was going to crush her mother, oh! And her roommates! They would return and have no idea where she was and try calling her! Or perhaps someone had already found her body. What if someone had killed her!? It was not as if she was in the type of health to suddenly drop dead! Who would even kill her of all-

"Forgive the intrusion." Gandalf spoke clearly, his voice soft and commanding. The girl felt her eyes snap to his face suddenly, blushing at having been caught with her mind wandering. "But you do not seem as if you belong her."

Well that was blunt, the girl decided. Although, she admitted looking over his dress again before looking down at hers, it was obvious.

"My dear, where ever are you from?" He continued, pulling the girl once again from her thoughts. He waited patiently for an answer but his only response was that of a gaping mouth, and perhaps horror creeping into her orbs. Clearing his throat awkwardly, he continued. "Perhaps introductions first."

Straitening his robes slightly, the wizard stood proud. "I am Gandalf, Gandalf the Grey."

"Yes, I know-" The girl began to say immediately before cutting off in horror. "No! I mean. Well. . ." Blushing the girl ducked her head, before taking a deep breath and starting again. "My name is Amelia Rose, but everyone just calls me Amelia." Amelia ran a hand through her hair thoughtfully. "Gandalf the Grey of course." She muttered to herself.

"I suppose." She began again gazing at the wizard thoughtfully. "I suppose that your appearance in the shire can only mean a couple of things. Though I bet it has something to do with a certain Hobbit of Bag End and a Company of Dwarves?"

Amelia immediately regretted having spoken as Gandalf's posture quickly became guarded. The grey wizard looking down on her with an edge to his eyes, the grip on his staff tightened.

The grey wizard decided to take another look at the girl whom he had obviously underestimated. She was small and lithe, with hair the color of damp earth. Her skin had a bronze tint to it, add in this area. It was her eyes that worried him, they were an unusual grey he admitted, but full of more knowledge than her originally thought. A spy perhaps working for the dark forces. But, he just could not place her. She was much too small to be considered a human, and perhaps a bit too fair also. She was fair indeed perhaps an Elf, Half-Elf? Though he believed he knew of all Peredhil, as there very few elves who had fallen in love with mortals. Though a quick glance at her rounded ears rejected that idea, along again with the height. Her feet were too small and hairless to be a Hobbit and she was far too lithe to be a Dwarf.

Noting his silence Amelia looked up at him curiously. "I'm not from here." She quickly explained. If she wanted to get home, or figure out what was going on she would need his help. "By here, I mean this world." She continued as the wizard continued to give her a suspicious look. Gandalf's eyebrows rose high up to his hairline, all but disappearing under the wide brim of his hat. His eyes narrowed unsure, his lips pursed in a manner she assumed to mean that he was thinking. Taking a breath, she continued.

"In my world, this world is a story. And..." She suddenly found herself unable to continue. Furrowing her brow, she realized that she couldn't remember anything! She remembered Thorin, Fili, and Kili dying, the members of the company, the purpose of the quest, and Gandalf talking to Bilbo but nothing else!

Amelia felt her legs give out and she fell upon the soft grass with a huff. Pinching the bridge of her nose, she urged the memories to come forward. But found herself drawing an unexpected blank. Gandalf had not spoken or uttered a single sound and so she continued on, oblivious to his chaotic thoughts. "Thorin's adventure is a story but I can hardly remember anything else! I remember who is in the company, and the different creatures of this world and you talking to Bilbo. . ."

Gandalf nodded his head as if coming to a conclusion, and sat across from the girl. "If what you say is true, and I see no deceit in you then you must have been sent here to aid in this quest. The only force that could have sent you would be the Valar."

"The who?" Amelia interrupted her head swimming, sent her to help!

"The creators of this world. Manwe is our-" Gandalf continued simply.

"Right." She quickly interrupted. "Manwe and Aule and Varda, Irmo, Yavanna." She listed thoughtfully.

"Correct and if my hunch is correct, as they usually are then there is a specific reason for your appearance. Tell, me dear what do you remember?"

Amelia looked up at Gandalf unsure, knowledge was dangerous. Not that she had much of it, she thought snorting. She thought for a moment before conceding to trust him, after all he was Gandalf. "Thorin, Fili, and Kili. That is what I remember. They die."

"Then it is as I feared. The Valar though have looked upon this quest and decided that lives could be spared, and so they sent you. To prevent the death of Thorin and his nephews I would wager." Gandalf paused gauging the girl, there was no lie in her eyes or darkness in her soul. As he gazed upon her he only saw light and love. She was telling the truth. Her knowledge of the Durin heirs' deaths weighed heavily on his heart, it was an outcome he had mulled over. "In fact, I just came from talking to Bilbo. Though I do wonder why you do not remember more."

The words left her mouth before she could comprehend the thoughts. "I won't remember the future to prevent the unnecessary change of anything, but I will remember as they happen or shortly before." The girl shook her head. "But Gandalf. . ."

"Yes, then it is decided." Gandalf stated nodding his head as if she had agreed to something he had not yet offered. "I am assuming that you know the way to young Master Baggins home?" He waited until she nodded her head in confirmation. "Good, go there now and tell him that I have sent you. He is a good and honorable hobbit and will not turn you away."

Before Amelia could protest, Gandalf had stood and began to walk on his way. To where, she did not know. The girl blinked after the wizard owlishly. What had just happened?"

"But I don't even know how to fight." She trialed off in a whisper. Letting out a groan Amelia stood cursing the wizard under her breathe before making her way to Bilbo's place. Yes, she knew where it was. She had dreamed of seeing the Shire of meeting everyone yet she found herself unable to enjoy any of it. If Gandalf was correct, which she proposed he most likely was, then that meant one thing. The Valar had indeed sent her. They most likely had also taken her knowledge and answered her own question. Though she admitted her mind felt slightly violated at having things taken out and put in.

Following the winding steps, she ran through what she knew. Which did not take long. The Durin's deaths! Prevent their death!? Her!? As if that was going to be an easy task. She could not even remember how or when they died! So how was she supposed to prevent it. Unlike before, no magical answer found itself spewing from her mouth. She continued, muttering under her breath unhappily. What difference would her presence make? This was not some god forbidden fanfic! This was very much real! Which meant the dangers were going to be very much real. Groaning audibly, she began to prepare herself to see some truly horrific things.

Groaning she nearly tore her hair from her head. Amelia continued to walk struggling to go through what she remembered, again. She knew the history of Middle Earth, she knew the people in it, she knew who she would be travelling with. She could see Gandalf talking to Bilbo and almost laughed out loud at the ridiculousness of their conversation. Focus Amelia! Right so she knew . . . damn. The only other thing she could remember was Thorin, Fili, and Kili dying. Closing her eyes, she almost cried out as her vision was assaulted with the image of the three Durin's lying together dead. Their eyes closed, their skin pale, covered in blood. Stopping she was met with the sight of a small, round green door.

Pulling up her dress she carefully ascended toward it. The soft crunch of the ground beneath her feet, reminding her that her sandals were not going to be very helpful, not at all. Looking down at her dress, she realized with chagrin that she would need different clothes. She was suddenly very thankful that she had managed to not run into anyone in her attire. Well, other than Gandalf. Though, she did wonder briefly, what people would think of her if they saw her dressed as she was. Giggling she thought they would think her a scarlet woman.

The door stood in front of her proudly, reminding her of her current mission. Taking a deep breath, she raised her hand hesitantly and knocked. She did not have to wait long, until the door was swinging open. Before her stood a male, smaller than herself. He had a mop of curly brown hair, with large ears peeking out between strands. Wide brown eyes gazed at her curiously. Looking down, she noted his feet. Large, hairy feet.

"Oh God." Amelia mumbled. His feet are large and hairy! No, focus Amelia! That's it don't think of the giant Hobbit feet! Oh Lord! The girl was too caught up in her mental chastising that she did not notice Bilbo become uneasy with her silence, her eyes averted to the sky as if praying for some higher forces help.

Clearing his throat, Bilbo spoke uncertain. "Forgive me, do I know you?" Though Bilbo had already decided he did not, he would remember such a strange creature as the person in front of him. Too small to be human, and those he saw few of.

Amelia breathed out sharply. She continued to mutter to herself as Bilbo's question rang through her head. Yes, what exactly was she supposed to tell the Hobbit? If she remembered correctly, then he never had agreed to the quest until Dwarves started to show up on his doorstep. Deciding that staying as close to the truth would be best.

"I'm afraid you do not know me, Bilbo Baggins, however Gandalf-" Amelia paused. "He sent me toward you, you see he found me unconscious just a bit that way." Amelia paused to point in the direction she came from. "I'm not entirely sure how I got here, and I don't have anything with me. And I'm afraid I am very far from home and I don't think I will be returning anytime soon." Amelia trailed off, fighting back real tears. The thought that she may never see her family again struck her, making her whimper aloud.

Bilbo seeing the obvious distress of the girl, quickly opened the door wider. "Oh. I am so very sorry. You poor dear, please come in." He watched as the girl gave him a shaky smile before entering the home.

The sad thoughts quickly left her mind as she gazed wondrously at the hobbit hole. Peter Jackson and a team of detail trained architects could not have don't this place justice. Though she admitted, that perhaps the details were hard to see on a TV. She rubbed at her itchy and tired eyes as the house shaded her and cooled her from the sun.

"Forgive me, you must be exhausted. Follow me." Bilbo stated quickly, walking in a direction that Amelia did not know. She hurriedly followed. "I have a spare bedroom that you can use to rest. There is also-ahem-" The hobbit coughed uncomfortably, his ears red. "There should also be some clothes in there. . ."

Amelia looked down at her dress, blushing. "Yes, thank you." Gazing back at Bilbo she smiled gently. "I think some rest and a change of clothes would be much appreciated." And needed, she added silently.

Bilbo blinked startled, she had a very pretty smile. If he didn't know better, he would think she was some kind of fairy. "Of course, Would you like anything to eat? Some tea perhaps?" Bilbo paused as they reached his destination. He gestured into the room unsure. "Well, here we are. Anything you need should be in there. I will just be out and about. If you need anything, please come find me. I'm planning on going to the market soon. But I'll be back in a bit."

Amelia opened the door, it creaked slightly, it had not been used she noted, walking in slowly she paused in the doorway. Looking over her shoulder she regarded the hobbit carefully. "Thank you, Bilbo, truly. Thank you for the offer but I do not think I am in need of anything currently. For now, I think I will just rest. If I do not come out for dinner, do not worry I am most likely sleeping."

Bilbo smiled his hands grasping the sides of his vest. "Yes of course. I will just leave a plate out in case you get hungry later." With one last nod in her direction, he turned and walked away. He noted when she closed the door, the sound echoing in the lonely hobbit hole.

Turning her attention away from the closed door, she observed the room carefully. It was a cute little room, something that seemed very hobbitish. Walking to the closet she searched through it for something to wear, there were several dresses . . . all too short. Amelia bit her lip unsure before finally deciding on a deep red dress the color of cranberries. The dress stopped mid-calf, scandalous in this time she assumed, but less so than her lace dress. Folding her only reminder of home, she gently laid it on the bedside table. The corset top she noted was not uncomfortable as she had originally feared it would be, though it would take some getting use to. As would not have bras.

The bed, she happily found, was quite comfortable, the covers warm. Soon sleep found her.

Edited: December 17, 2016