Eternity Is You

A/N- Hey all this is one of my new stories with the Hobbit. I also am adding in a little twist, dealing with our favorite Durin family. It will be explained by Thorin in this chapter, trust me he's better at it then I am. Anywhoo, I also changed our favorite hobbit. After all, there needs to be a leading lady somewhere in here.

I hope you all enjoy my story.

Disclaimer- I do not own the Hobbit or The Lord of the Rings, but I do own my original ideas in this story and my lovely leading lady.

'Thoughts/inner self'

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Chapter 1:

A Certain Scent

After a few long and rather disappointing days, Thorin Oakenshield found himself in the Shire. He'd been meandering for a while, knowing he had to make it to the meeting place before too long but not wishing to arrive in an angered state. His inner wolf had been clawing at the surface, fighting to be freed for a while now.

The meeting with the other dwarven clans had been a waste of time and effort. An experience he didn't wish to deal with again anytime soon. He just wished that damn blasted wizard had picked a better place to hold the meeting, not that he hated being surrounded by nature, no it was the fact that he was surrounded by animals and livestock.

This was indeed making him very hungry and after traveling nonstop for the last few days, he was ravenous. As was his wolf. But once again this was an issue he could handle, as was finding the location in this maze of a place. He could smell the path that his fellow dwarrow and nephew's had taken already before him, the scent was almost tangible.

Thanks to his hidden nature he would never lose his way, but he had an image to uphold and a secret to hide. So he proceeded to get himself lost, not once, not twice, but three times. He made sure that the other dwellers of the shire had seen this as well, in case he needed to have more proof of his 'lack of direction.'

Having decided he'd done enough to seem suitably lost he made his way up the final road to Bag End and the place where his kin awaited him. But as soon as he turned onto that final road he was bombarded by a scent that made his whole body come alive, his wolf began to howl. Fighting it down he kept walking and the scent just kept getting stronger and stronger as he neared the dwelling.

Gritting his teeth he almost cursed Mahal for granting his family line their little 'quirk.'

Long ago Mahal had created Durin the Deathless and had granted him a special favor, one in which he'd asked for a certain ability to be passed down his family line forever. This ability passed down to specific family members, his father hadn't had it, nor had his brother. But himself, his sister Dis and both his Nephew's held that gift.

The gift and ability to transform into a giant wolf, it also granted them many skills. A heightened sense of smell. Being able to understand most animal speech and everything that comes with being a wolf-shifter. This meant having to learn to suppress and channel his emotions and feelings.

Normally keeping his inner wolf suppressed was easy for him after all these years of practice, but something about that dang blasted scent was making his wolf stir crazy. So taking a few deep breaths he promised his wolf that he would find the source of the scent and that seemed to appease it for the time being.

Having reached the top of the hill he made his way up to the large green door, he was just a smidge taller than said door and knocked three times. His heightened hearing picked up several hushed voices and footsteps as they approached the door. It soon opened to reveal Gandalf standing there; he smoothly stepped inside and had to clench his jaw when the infuriating scent increased tenfold.

The source of that scent was nearby.

Absentmindedly he complained about getting lost to the wizard while looking around to find said scent source only to focus his eyes upon the only non-dwarf and female for that matter, in the room. Gandalf didn't count in his musings.

She stood at only 3' 3", her body small but shapely. Her wide ocean blue eyes gazed back at him in confusion and surprise, while her waist length golden ruddy brown hair bounced as she glanced between him and Gandalf. He bit back a growl as his inner wolf started to howl, demanding he jump the female before them. His wolf was only too happy to have discovered that the owner of that wonderful smell belonged to another being, a rather attractive female being at that.

And he grudgingly admitted an untouched female as well. A fact that had his inner wolf growling at him for not taking her now, quest be damned.

Knowing that he needed to say something to not give himself away, Thorin addressed the female before him as he paced around her. "So you must be the one Gandalf had mentioned. He said nothing about you being a woman. So what's your weapon Mistress Baggins? Sword? Bow? Axe?" His voice was deep and gravely, it looked like the female had mistaken his tone as anger but the true emotion was arousal. He'd never been happier to be wearing as many extra layers as he was, if not he'd be found out rather quickly.

The hobbit blinked as she followed him with her eyes. When she spoke Thorin felt it wash over him like sweet music. "I am actually pretty good at rock throwing if you must know, although I don't see why that would be of consequence." Biting back a purr that rumbled up from his wolf leaking through he shook his head at her, "you've more the look of a gardener than a burglar."

She looked rather insulted at that, but Thorin drug his eyes away from her and moved into the house more. He was fighting himself; doing his best to keep his wolf from breaking free and making him tackle the female following him from behind.

All the others followed as well; he soon made it to what he knew to be the dining area and took a seat at the head of the table. The female stared at him from the entrance for but a moment before her hostess instincts kicked in and she moved to place some of the leftover stew that Bombur had made before him. She also grudgingly placed a soft roll next to the bowl; Bifur followed her with a glass of ale.

Thorin did his best to focus upon the meal before him and not trying to seek out the female in the room. His wolf was torn as well between its two great desires, the unmated female and the meal. In the end he was able to get most of it down and nibbled at the roll finding it light and very tasty, a type of roll he'd never had before.

Once they were certain he'd finished his meal, the others cleared the table and gathered in close. Even the Hobbit joined them in her curiosity. Dwalin was the first to break the silence. "So? What do our brothers say? Will they join in our quest?" Shaking his head, Thorin sank back into the rather comfortable chair and replied. "They will not. They have deemed our quest ours alone and are unwilling to risk themselves to our folly."

"You are going on a quest then?" The female's voice sent another shiver of awareness down his spine and he looked her way. Gandalf pulled out a map and the female, 'what was her name?' Leaned in to get a better look, reading aloud the writing before her. "The Lonely Mountain."

"Tansy, get us some more light please." As the hobbit went to do as Gandalf had requested, Thorin rolled her name around in his mind. He liked her name. Once she was back at the table the explanations began and when Gandalf produced the key, Thorin momentarily forgot about everything else. His world was that key and what it meant for him and his people.

Thorin was slowly drug from his musings when Oin asked, "And are you Milady?" A silence fell about the whole room as Tansy blinked, "Am I what?" "An expert she says!" Oin cheered while Tansy shook her head, "I'm not...I...I don't know how to steal, let alone burgle anything."

Thorin narrowed his eyes at that, wondering if Gandalf had lied when he'd told him he'd found the perfect addition to their company. His wolf though just grunted at him demanding he make the female accompany them, burglar or not. An idea that Thorin found more appealing than he thought he should.

Balin sighed, "well we aren't the best nor the brightest, but we are with you until the end lad." Piping up at that his nephew Fili said, "We will fight with you, every one of us." Not one to be left out, Kili added his bit. "Gandalf has killed several dragons I'll bet!" The wizard looked as if he'd swallowed something fowl as he stammered for an answer.

All around the table Thorin watched as his people began to throw in their comments and arguments, he knew Balin was right and was grateful for the loyalty of these men. His wolf felt very proud and forgot the presence of the female nearby for but a moment. But as Gandalf drew himself up, Thorin felt his wolf suddenly jump, alert of a rising danger. It wanted to protect the female but Thorin held himself still as he waited to see what Gandalf was about to do.

"If I say Miss. Tansy is a burglar than she is one, besides. You could never find a species lighter on their feet and they can easily pass undetected. Not to mention the dragon may know the scent of dwarves but I doubt he's ever encountered Hobbit's before." Gandalf paused to flash Tansy a soft smile which made Thorin and his wolf grit their teeth.

"Besides Thorin, you asked me to pick our fourteenth companion and Miss Tansy is a more than worthy choice." Sighing at the logic behind Gandalf's words and his own desire to have the female around, Thorin nodded in acceptance. "Balin, give Miss. Baggins the contract."

Balin looked surprised at Thorin's words, but did as he was told. Tansy took the contract reverently and slowly began to read through it. Parts seemed to interest her, but when the part about funeral arrangements came up, she raised an eyebrow instead of getting freaked out or worried like Thorin had expected. When the parts dealing with dragon fire and such came up she seemed a little uneasy, but hid it quickly.

Seeing this Bofur chimed in, "dragons are such silly beasties you see lassie. Spouting flames that could turn you to ash and all that." Tansy looked up at him her eyes wide, "ye...yes...so I gather. Uh...umm, give me a moment will you." She then turned on shaky legs and walked into a neighboring room, Thorin watched her with curiosity, while his wolf whined at her disappearance.

"We might have lost our burglar there..." Balin's voice was musing as if he wasn't sure if it was a good thing or a bad thing. Thorin grit his teeth when his wolf clawed harshly towards Balin, trying to get him to attack the elderly dwarf for insinuating that their female was afraid to join them. But he knew there was more to it than that.

It wasn't until later that night when everyone had fallen asleep that Thorin was unable to keep his wolf in check any longer. He'd promised his wolf to visit her; it was his only way to keep it happy. Getting up from where he'd spent most of the night, near the fire, Thorin slipped quietly from the room. He took a deep breath and followed his nose.

He found himself walking down a long hallway, once he'd reached door at the end he slowly turned the knob. He made sure to be as silent as he possibly could as he pushed the door open and walked inside. The room was so full of Tansy's scent that Thorin had to lean heavily against the wall to calm himself and his wolf. His whole body was alive with longing and he wanted nothing more than to take the female across from him, to make her his own.

Which had him wondering, 'is she my One?' His wolf howled a resounding 'yes,' and Thorin grit his teeth once more. He moved across the room to stand next to the hobbit's bed, she was curled up in a small ball her hair fanning the pillow beneath her head. She looked so vulnerable, so fragile.

Unable to resist he reached out and stroked her cheek, savoring the feel of her skin against his. Being a dwarf and also a wolf-shifter meant that he would only mate once. So he'd never known the touch of a woman, which had him wondering again just who this hobbit could be to him. After all, he had to be sure it was because she was his one and not just because his wolf was hard up for a female.

After looking her over for a few minutes more, Thorin finally decided he needed to leave. He was at the door and about to leave when something caught his eye, there sitting on the dresser table she had was a handkerchief. One that looked lilac in color and had little bits of embroidery on its edges. He lifted it up and took a deep inhale of the scent on it; he was immediately bombarded with Tansy's unique and arousing scent.

Making a split second choice, he pocketed the handkerchief and silently made his way back to the den and his fellow dwarrow. There were a couple hours yet until dawn and he was determined to sleep some of it. On the morrow, he'd worry about just how much his wolf and himself wanted Tansy to accompany them on this quest.

A/N- There. Done with chapter 1 of my newest story. I got this idea and just had to run with it, I do hope it will be well liked.

Until the next time my friends...

May the Fluff Be With You!

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