So there I was, driving to work when a story starts to form in my mind with random scenes and conversations. Now I haven't written anything in years for our lovely FFN, but this story hasn't left my head in the last week therefore making me write and post to keep my sanity….or whatever there is left. Now I'm going to do my best on the research for this, please let me know if there is something amiss in the details. Kindly, inform me. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this story, I've been unsure of crossover characters from our world to the Hobbit until recently. Please read and review! Much love.

Also, I haven't decided on which Durin son to pair my OC with, I'm stuck between choosing one or the brothers.

Side note: I own nothing from this story minus the extra character(s) and side plots.

Chapter 1: Before Middle Earth there was…

The air was still filled with voices, although the number of people was dwindling as fair-goers headed towards the front gates. All of the events for the day were over as the sun was setting, and booth owners and helpers were letting down flaps and curtains to cover their merchandise for the evening. Anyone who worked the fair, or was lucky enough to know someone on the inside, were getting ready for the end of the day party. Which mostly entailed of drinking and storytelling of the costumers and residents that had come through that day. A pair of eyes rolled as they watched a pair of teenage girls in tavern wench costumes giggle at one of the men who participated in the jousting show. 'Maybe I could just skip tonight' thought the owner of the rolling eyes as more costumed individuals were spotted that were definitely not part of the business section of the fair. That particular line of thought was interrupted as an armored covered chest blocked the view of everyone that was being glared towards.

"Helena." An amused, deep voice came forth from said chest, "stop glaring distastefully at the guests."

She looked up at the man who was her companion for their section of the fair, raising her eyebrow at him. "I wasn't aware I was being that obvious." She said dryly.

Grinning down at her, he turned and slung a heavy arm around her shoulders, being careful of the quiver on her back. "Well Milady, to those who do not know you, it would only look as a spaced out stare. It wouldn't have been until they tried to talk to you that they may have discovered your dislike for their behavior."

Helena rolled her eyes again, towards him this time. "Are you addressing this because you have your own companion and wish for me to be kind to her, Gavin?" She looked up at him and saw his grin grow bigger.

"Yes and no, I do have someone I'm bringing to the party, however you know her and it is entirely up to you whether or not you want to be kind towards her."

Craning her head around her friends arm, she saw a tall brunette waggle her fingers in a hello gesture and smirk. Helena wracked her head for a name as she leaned back forward as her neck started to strain. "Rhea." A hum of affirmation reached her ears and she sighed. "At least she's not a giggly child hoping to get laid." She said gesturing towards the girls whom still hadn't moved away from the knight she remembered now as Christopher.

A laugh bellowed out and she felt her body shake briefly from the laughter. "Not that we don't plan on that happening," winking down at her he let his arm fall, "but true none the less for the silliness of immaturity. Thank God." His dark brown eyes looked into her green/blue eyes as he paused for a moment perusing her face before meeting her eyes again. "Are you going to the gathering tonight or are you going to hide away."

"More than likely hide away," out of the corner of her eye she saw Rhea come over to them. "Don't feel much like socializing after today, there were a lot more children wanting to play today than the previous few." She referenced to their part in the local Renaissance Faire, teaching children basic sword play and archery.

Gavin hummed again in acknowledgement as Rhea reached them and wrapped her arm around his. Looking at her briefly, he turned his gaze back to the female archer. Knowing there wasn't a chance in changing her mind he sighed in resignation. "Fine, are you driving back to the hotel or camping in the woods?"

Helena looked at the people milling around them heading towards the jousting field where food and drinks were being set up for the night. "Camping. On the other side of the fair." She sighed and rolled her eyes again at him when she saw his expression. "Don't start with me, I've already had the area cleared, I have permission, Security knows the spot I chose three days ago just in case, and I have everything I need to camp." Looking at his unpacified expression, she continued. "I also have my phone, which has excellent reception in this area, and if anyone tries anything I still have all my weapons."

With a groan, he lightly shook his arm Rhea was holding. When she let, he put his hands on Helena's shoulders. "You know I worry about you," he said seriously. Helena let a smile come to her face as they looked at each other. "You are my sister in all but blood, after all these years I hope you know that."

She brought her hands to his forearms and her smile grew. Nodding her head, she answer "and you my brother."

When he smiled back, he leaned down to meet her smaller stature and leaned his forehead to hers. "To say goodbye means leaving forever."

"To say until we meet later means I'll see you again." She answered.

Gavin straightened back up, letting his arms fall down from her shoulders and wound his right arm around Rhea's left. "Well, best be on our way. It'll be dark soon and you have a camp to set up I assume and we have drinks calling our name." He stated, grinning again.

Helena let out a light laugh, "I'm sure there is more than that awaiting you tonight." Glancing over at Rhea who hadn't said a word during their conversation. The brunette smirked again and wiggled her eyebrows suggestively at the other girl.

"I'm sure I have no idea what you are talking about." She said leering up at the man by her side, who grinned at her in return.

"No idea here either." He untruthfully confirmed. "Best be off to join the festivities." Blowing a sarcastic kiss at the archer, Gavin turned himself and Rhea around to follow the crowd. "I'll be sure to talk to the security patrol about where you are staying in case I need to find you." He called over his shoulder.

Helena shook her head at him and watched them walk away until Rhea's blue nobility dress faded among the other costumes. Turning on her heel, she strode to the small tent which held a small table and some chairs for the instructors during breaks. Behind the cloth covered table was her leather and canvas travel bag, a large bundle of blankets, sword, and daggers. After belting the sword on her hips, tucking the daggers into the bag which already held her extra costumes, some regular clothes and hygienic items, she slung the bag strap over her head and tucked the blankets under her arm. Letting loose the tie holding the tent flap open, she straightened it to close as much as it would. On her way out of the ring, Helena grabbed her bow she had left resting on the rack near the rings entrance gate. Nodding to the security patrol man as she left, glad it was the same man she had spoken to, she turned left at the end of the trail and continued on for a couple hundred feet until she met the line of forest trees.

Looking up at the sky, she exhaled in exhaustion. The was only a sliver of sun left to light her way 50 yards into the woods where she had set up her campsite yesterday in preparation for tonight. Shrugging the bag on her shoulder and adjusting her grip on the blankets, she ventured forth north towards the site. Almost 100 feet in, a breeze brushed at her skin and hair. Helena stopped completely as the breeze touched her ear and could have sworn she heard a breathy giggle. Glancing about her in the fading light, she saw no one and heard nothing else after a few moments. It wasn't until another ten feet walked when she regretted her decision to camp as she felt a hand at her back pushing her forward, causing her to stumble and fall to the ground. Helena felt the ground give way as she landed in the dirt, not stopping her fall, but continuing it down a large hole in the ground. As she began her descent, she could have sworn hearing a man chuckling.

Helena never saw her landing as she hit dirt again, the ground seemingly appearing out of nowhere, as her breath escaped her in a whoosh sound and her head bounced off a tree root. As her vision tunneled and she gasped for air, she heard the same breathy giggle coming in front of her as she blacked out.