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From Earth to Middle Earth

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The dwarves eyed you warily. And, well, you couldn't blame them. They saw you fall from the sky and hit the ground from out of nowhere, which was quite painful. Of course they didn't see you as a threat, for you were only a child in their eyes, but that didn't change the fact that they were unsettled by the whole occurrence. They decided to take you with them since you had no chance of surviving on your own, which you were thankful for even though you were extremely nervous.

Their leader, or what you assumed to be their leader, immediately took a disliking to you. He couldn't argue with the idea of taking you with them, it would be immoral, but he knew you would slow them down. You assumed his name was Thorin, since that's what the others called him. He seemed grumpy, and his blue eyes had a certain chill to them, but you tried to ignore him as much as you could. The others were much more welcoming, and you found yourself befriending a pair of dwarves named Fili and Kili, who were brothers. You discovered that the rest of the dwarves whose names rhymed were brothers, which was weird, as it would be easy to mix them up.

One of the dwarves was not like the others, though. He was shorter, and his feet were… well, they were huge! He wasn't wearing any shoes, which must be dangerous, not to mention painful. And it wasn't until the group set up camp for the night that you were able to question him about it. He introduced himself as Bilbo Baggins of the Shire, and informed you that he was a hobbit, something you had never heard before. You found him endearing, as he was much smaller than you, like a child, but you were pretty certain he was much older than you. It was weird being the youngest among the group, but being the tallest. It made you feel less nervous about being with these strangers, as you were pretty sure you could defend yourself if any of them were to try to hurt you.

Finally you were able to sleep, maybe not as comfortably as you would back at home, but it was still better than nothing. Fill offered you his bedroll which you refused at first, but he had insisted, so you took it. As sleep overtook you, you were thankful for that.


“(Y/N, wake up! We're about to move out!” said a voice from beside you, and you slowly opened your eyes, groaning.

It was Kili, the darker haired brother, hovering over you.

“I'm awake, I'm awake,” you mumbled lazily, sitting up and rubbing your eyes. You looked around and saw that everyone was already awake -- probably had been for a while, and you wondered why Kill didn't wake you earlier. You grumbled, annoyed, and began to pack up Fili's bedroll.

Kili noticed your annoyance and frowned. “Is everything alright?” he asked. “Fill and I thought you should have some extra sleep, since you're young and all. I hope you don't mind-”

“Don't treat me like an incompetent child. I may be young, but I don't need to be babied, especially not by a bunch of midgets,” you snapped back without thinking. Kili was taken aback by your outlash, and his facial expression turned to one of confusion. You would be lying if you said you didn't feel guilty, but you weren't going to take back your words. After all, you meant what you said, even if it was a bit rude.

Once you finished packing up Fili's bedroll, you stood up, facing Kili, and handed him the thing. You were expecting Kili to say something, but he just walked away without a word. Well, he could act like a child then if he wanted to. You grumbled once more and made your way over to the company. Bilbo and the dwarves gave you a friendly smile, and Thorin tried to hide his scowl. Jeez, was he always grumpy? I guess it didn't matter to you anyway, since you were going to leave these people as soon as you got the chance.

“We should arrive in Rivendell by nightfall,” Thorin announced, addressing the company, then he looked to you with distaste. “We leave the child with the elves.”

You couldn't stop yourself from lashing out again at his words, and you made your snarky remark. “I don't want to be here any more than you want me to, fucking asshole. You could at least call me by my name,” you spat.

The company looked to you in surprise, and Bilbo gasped at your vulgarness. Thorin, however, suddenly appeared in front of you, and you squeaked and jumped back. Although the man was shorter than you, he was still very intimidating. The dwarf grabbed your jaw and pulled you forward. His grip hurt, and you tried to escape it, but it was impossible.

“How dare a child use such language, especially to me,” he growled, and tightened his grip. You whimpered. “Do you not know to whom you speak? I am Thorin Oakenshield, son of Thrain, son of Thror, King under the Mountain. You'd do well to show me more respect.”

You didn't realize you were shaking until Thorin let go of you. “I'm sorry,” you said, but your voice was so quiet it was almost impossible to hear. Thorin growled again, and stomped off towards his pony, mounting it. The rest of the company followed suit. You didn't have your own pony or horse, so you made your way over to Gandalf.

“Can I ride with you?” you asked Gandalf, playing with your hands nervously. He nodded and helped you climb onto his horse. After everyone was settled, you headed out towards Rivendell.


You arrived in Rivendell a little bit after sunset, and Lord Elrond welcomed you and the dwarves with open arms. Finally, you could leave the company and its nasty leader, and you wasted no time in doing so.

As soon as you dismounted Gandalf's horse, you made your way up to the balcony, without so much as a glance towards the dwarves. You didn't say goodbye, or thank you, you just… left. None of them seemed to notice anyway, so you supposed it didn't matter. You rested your arms on the ledge and looked out into the distance. This place --- this world was beautiful. You couldn't deny that. Even though Rivendell was one of the safest places, or so you've been told, you couldn't help but feel anxious and afraid. You didn't know anyone in this world, you couldn't go to anyone for help or comfort, you were all on your own and that scared you. What if there was no way to get back to your world?

You couldn't stop the tears that began to form in your eyes and run down your cheeks, and you couldn't hold back the lump in your throat anymore. You began to sob, and you hoped nobody would hear you.

“Ahem,” said a voice from behind you. You jumped a bit, startled, and then quickly wiped the tears from your face.

When you turned around, you saw the hobbit standing there, the one from Thorin's company. His forehead was wrinkled with concern, and he held his hands behind his back nervously.

“What is it?” you asked softly, voice weak from crying.

“You left very suddenly and I wanted to check up on you. Are you alright?” The hobbit asked, making his way closer to you.

Despite your emotional state, you couldn't help but let out a small smile. The little hobbit cared about you, and that made you feel a bit better. You cleared your throat and nodded. “I'm fine. Thank you, err… I didn't think anyone would notice my absence. I'm sorry for leaving so soon. I just didn't think any of you would want me around any longer.”

Bilbo sighed and wrinkled his nose. “Thorin acted the same way towards me at first. He is very stubborn, but I'm sure he'll come around. You are a child after all, and it's not your fault that you fell into our world. If it makes you feel any better, Fili and Kili were asking for you. They seem to enjoy your company, and so do I.”

Your face lit up and the sound of Fili's and Kili's name. They were asking for you? They wanted to see you? You weren't expecting that, especially since you and Kili didn't end on the greatest of terms.

You muttered a quick “thank you” to Bilbo and took off towards the company, who were all seated around a large table. They were laughing and joking with each other, something which lifted your mood. You sat in one of the empty seats beside Kili, hoping he wouldn't mind.

“(Y/n)?” Kili asked, causing the company to stop what they were doing and look at you. Thorin didn't seem pleased. In fact, he looked pissed.

“Oh, uh, sorry for interrupting,” you began, addressing the whole company. “I hope you don't mind if I join you for supper.”

Thorin spoke first, and stared you down. “Have you spoken with Lord Elrond? He will provide you with food, drink, and a place to stay.”

You weren't sure if Thorin meant it that way, but it certainly sounded like it. You swallowed the lump in your throat, realizing your mistake. Thorin didn't want you here, none of the dwarves did. You were just a burden to them, an annoying child. They were the first people you saw when you landed in middle earth. They took you in and kept you alive, and you were grateful for that, but you have overstayed your welcome. They had better things to do than care for you.

“Sorry, I forgot. I'll do that right now,” you said, and stood up from your chair. You were about to walk away until a hand gripped your arm, Kili's hand.

“Come back and join us, alright?” Kili asked, staring up at you.

You didn't know what to say. You looked to Thorin and saw that he was glaring daggers at you. “I don't think that's such a good idea,” you told Kili, returning your gaze to him. “I would hate to intrude on your quest to reclaim Erebor-”

“How do you know about our quest, child?!” Thorin shouted, interrupting you. Kili furrowed his brow in confusion as you opened and closed your mouth a few times, unable to form words.