I stare at the woods before us and I let out a frustrated sigh as I think to myself, 'You never know how convenient cars are until you don't have one.' I glance ahead at the group of dwarves riding their ponies along like they were having no problems and I groan inwardly. Walking sucks. Running a hand through my hair I look at the leader of this small group and find myself wondering about him. I had learnt his name was Thorin, just as I had learned the names of all the other Dwarves, hobbit, and wizard. I had to admit their names were a little on the odd side but then again, they were probably normal for this world.

Thorin, the leader, was a bit on the pompous mysterious side. I could tell he didn't exactly like the idea of bringing me along. If I had the choice, I wouldn't have been here either, but shit happened and here I was. Besides the arrogance, I could tell that his kin loved and trusted him. They would follow him to the ends of the earth without a second thought. I had to admit he intrigued me.

The rest of the dwarves, save for Dwalin, seemed to enjoy my company. They liked to ask me about my home and I would laugh at their stunned and confused expressions at things they didn't understand. They were very kind men. Bilbo was very curious. He was even more curious about the thought that my world had billions of books and songs. He couldn't believe there were that many people in my world.

Gandalf was strange, and I had met very strange people in my world, but he ranked at the top. It seemed like he had some kind of inclination about what had brought me here, but he wouldn't say anything. It made me suspicious but there was nothing I could really do. I couldn't read his mind. I didn't have that kind of ability unfortunately.

Looking around at the scenery I am entranced by its beauty. This place might be different from what I was used to but that didn't mean it wasn't gorgeous. There was something magical about the landscape. I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but this place felt right. Like I was right where I belonged. It was a rather strange situation. For now, I would have to shrug it off and soldier on.

The sudden howl a wolf sends the entire company into a panic as their eyes dart around trying to find the howls owner. "What's going on?" I ask in confusion at their actions.

"Wargs." Kili tells me making me cock and eyebrow at him in confusion.

"I don't know what that is, is it bad?" I ask confusion filling my face and he nods.

"Very bad." He replies, and I feel fear wash over me. If they were nervous then I should be the same. I look around but see no sight of whatever a Warg was.

"Keep your eyes open." Thorin orders all of us to do as we slowly make our way further down the trail. I feel my heart start to race at the thought of an unknown assailant. What was a Warg? Why was the rest of my company terrified of it? Biting my lip, I slowly follow along with their cautious footsteps as we make our way forward down the road. Thankfully I didn't find out just yet what a Warg was as we made it safely away from the howls.

Hours later, when we were safe in our camping spot, I find myself once again staring at Thorin. I didn't know why but I could tell he was hiding something dark within his head. What plagued his brain? As if he felt my gaze, his eyes shifted toward mine and I quickly look away toward where Bombur was making dinner. Clearing my throat, I stand up and walking over ask him, "Would you like some help?"

"Bombur doesn't really talk lass," Bofur replies talking for his brother. "But I'm sure he'd like the company."

"I'm not sure I'm the best company right now." I say making Bofur look up at me.

"Why not?" He asks straightforwardly making me chuckle.

"I'm not really the type of girl that has a lot of friends, I don't really socialize that much. I have two true friends but..." I pause as I think about Thor and Loki and how they must be worried sick about me; or did they even realize I was gone. I feel my heart clench at the thought. A little voice in the back of my head whispered dark things to me making me clench my jaw.

"You know, I bet they miss you." Bofur says pulling me from my own darkness.

"You do?" I ask a slight chuckle leaving my lips.

"Aye lass, if they're as good of friends as you say, they must be going insane trying to find you."

"Knowing them... they probably are." I add making him smirk. "Thank you, Bofur."

"So, lass, are you hungry?" Bofur asks making me investigate the steaming cauldron. Although it was probably a delicacy for them my pampered stomach churned.

"No, thank you, Bofur; you guys only really have enough for your group. I'll be fine."

"You should eat." I hear Thorin say from behind me causing me to jump slightly. "You'll need your strength if you wish to keep up with us."

"I'm not some frail flower, I'm stronger than I look; and I've gone without food before."

"I won't have you slowing us down. Eat the stew." He orders, and I narrow my eyes at him.

"No." I retaliate making a scowl fill his face as unbeknownst to me, the rest of the group had stopped what they were doing to stare at us.

"Fine," He says shaking his head. "If you cannot keep up, we will leave you behind."

"Fine." I conclude moving from them to stand beside Gandalf.

"You seem to have a way with our leader." He says not taking his eyes off his pipe making me look at him in confusion. "I find it curious as to why you wish to argue with him."

"I don't want to argue with him, I just... he reminds me of someone, and it irritates me." I pause memories filling my head making me furrow my brow.

"Someone you'd rather forget?" He asks, and I instantly shake my head.

"No, I wouldn't wish to forget anyone. No matter what they have done to me. Their deeds have helped make me who I am."

"Then why do you look so sad?"

"Because even though they have made me who I am, their actions still hurt." I answer making him nod.

"You are wiser than I initially believed." He says as he lights his pipe.

"Not really wise, jut smart to the ways of the world." I clarify leaning against the rocky cliffside. I stare up at the starry night sky and smile. The night sky always reminded me of Thor and Loki. Were they looking for me? Would they be able to find me? Would I be able to go home with them? I let out a heavy sigh as tears sting my eyes threatening to fall.

"Please excuse me, I need to see to something." Gandalf says as he leaves the group and walks off into the night.

"What are you thinking about?" I hear a voice ask and I turn to see Bilbo sitting a few feet away from me his eyes focused on me.

"I'm just thinking of my home and the people I left behind." I answer honestly making him nod.

"What was your home like?" He asks, and I chuckle.

"So much different than here." I reply moving to sit beside him. "I would tell you about it, but I fear it would be too much to understand and I doubt you would truly believe me."

"Are there dwarves where you are from?" Kili asks and I nod as I turn to meet his gaze.

"There are. Although they are a bit different from you all." I answer making Kili smile.

"What do you do where you're from?" Fili asks, and I bite my lip as I think about how to answer. I didn't really know these men and my past experiences with telling people what I am hasn't always turned out the best. I decide to give them a piece of the puzzle but not the whole thing.

"I, along with a group of people go around the world helping those in need." I answer making most of them nod while the rest still look confused. "I have medical training, combat training-"

"Combat... then you know how to fight." Dwalin asks and I nod.

"I've been fighting since I was young. I'm sure I'll fight more before I die."

"Does that mean you know how to use a sword?" Balin asks and I shudder.

"Honestly, my friend tried to teach me once, but I found the Asgardian swords a little heavy and difficult to move with. Now hand me a gun or some throwing knives and that's a different story."

"What's a gun?" Ori asks making me glance over at the young dwarf.

"I take it you do not have those here?" I ask, and they shake their heads. "Of course. Well they are a little hard to explain. Let's just say they are very deadly." I glance from them toward Thorin who was looking out over dark terrain and find myself focused on him. The moonlight reflecting off his raven hair made him look almost ethereal.

"Fili, Kili, aren't you supposed to be guarding the ponies?" I hear Dwalin say and after some groans about wanting to know more about my world, the brothers file off into the woods. "We'll send your soup when it's done." I feel someone touch my arm and I turn to see Bofur handing me a piece of bread.

"Bofur I can't accept that; your group needs it more." I politely refuse making him smirk.

"We've got more than enough stew lass, enjoy the bread." He says gently setting it on my lap and walking away without giving me a chance not to accept it. I let out a sigh as I give up fighting him. A smile fills my cheeks as I tear apart a piece of bread and place it on my tongue. Granted it was a little stale, but it was better than nothing.

"Bofur," I call making him turn toward me. "Thank you." He just smiles in return making me chuckle to myself. My hungry stomach welcomes the bread as I quickly wolf it down. I glance at the fire for a moment thankful that I had somehow ended up in the path of such great dwarves when Fili running into camp catches my attention.

"Trolls took some of the ponies. Bilbo went to get them back. Kili's watching him." Fili says making me jump to my feet.

"We have to help them. (Name), Stay in the camp." Thorin yells as the group grabs their weapons and heads off into the woods leaving me behind. I stare the way they had gone unsure of what I was to do. Biting my lip, I go against my gut and run after them. I had no idea what I was going to do but if I could help in some way, I would. When I reached them, they were all fighting side by side against what I guessed was three massive trolls. I stare in shock for only a moment before they all freeze, and my attention is drawn to two of the trolls who have Bilbo strung up in their hands like they were about to quarter him.

I stare wide eyed at them. I had seen some weird shit as an avenger, but this was different. Middle Earth was a mysterious place and I instantly found myself wanting to see more. I hide in the woods as the trolls place them all in sacks. I contemplate rushing out and helping them, but I didn't know how that would pan out. I let out a heavy sigh as I reach up and rub my forehead. I could help them with one of my little gifts but if I did that they might see.

Back in my world Mutants weren't really accepted, especially one like me; would here be different? I let out a sigh as I turn back toward them and placing my hand on the ground feel the earth answer my call. It rumbles beneath my fingertips causing a smile to fill my lips. My powers still worked here. Taking a deep breath, I send out vines toward the trolls. I hear one troll scream as a vine wraps itself around his ankle making him jump around and frighten the rest of the trolls.

"What's wrong with you?!" One roars as he looks back to where his brother had just been.

"There's somethin' tryin' ta grab me!" He roars, and I smirk as I calm the vines. The other trolls look around them but see nothing.

"You're seeing things." Another replies as he hits the scared one with a ladle over the head. I cock an eyebrow as Bilbo stands up and starts saying something drawing their attention.

"What are you doing Bilbo?" I ask barely above a whisper before I catch the sight of something moving out of the corner of my eye. Before I have a chance to do anything else, Gandalf appears yelling out, "The Dawn will take you all!" I watch as he brings his staff down against the rock making it split in half. Light spills through the broken stone causing the Trolls to scream out in agony as they slowly start to turn to stone. I stare in shock as I think to myself, "Okay... that just happened."

Sensing that it was safe to come out I stand up and slowly walk out towards them. Bilbo catches a glimpse of me and smiles as he says, "It's good they didn't get you too (Name)."

"Yeah..." I drag out as I close the distance between the trolls and myself. As I reach them, I cautiously reach out to touch them as if to make sure they were in fact real.

"Have you never seen Trolls before (Name)?" Bofur asks and I shake my head.

"This is a first." I say honestly a chuckle escaping my lips.

"I'm surprised at you." Thorin says making cock an eyebrow at him. "You did as I said and stayed in camp."

"Oh, yeah, well, I don't know a thing about trolls, so, I figured, you know, stay in the campsite." I ramble making me mentally kick myself.

"Right, well, I'm glad you're safe." Gandalf interjects making me let out a sigh of relief.

Biting my lip, I turn from them and my attention goes back to the trolls. How many trolls were in this world and would we meet more along the way? I let out a heavy sigh when Thorin calls us all to look for a cave. I follow behind Fili and Kili as we make our way through the wood only to be called back as Thorin calls out that he has found it. Following his call, we are suddenly hit with a foul smell and I gag.

"You alright?" I hear Fili ask and I nod.

"I'll be okay, it just stinks." I answer pulling my shirt over my nose and follow him inside the cave. There were bones littering the ground. The Company finds piles of gold coins and other treasures in caskets. Fili approaches the coins scattered about the ground and says, "Seems a shame to leave it lying around. Anyone could take it."

"Agreed. Oin, get a shovel." Gloin says making me chuckle. I look over to Thorin who has made his way over to what looks like a weapons rack and I slowly walk up behind him. Thorin inspects two swords covered in cobwebs. I glance from the swords in his hands to the ones remaining in the rack. Reaching out I pick one up and cock an eyebrow at how light it is. As I pull it form its sheath, I stare in awe at the beautiful craftsmanship. Even though I had been to Asgard many a time I had never seen a blade of this caliber.

I turn to Thorin and smiling ask, "Can I keep this?" He smirks making butterflies fill my stomach.

"Of course, you can, they would just go to waste here." He replies, and I feel my heart lift in my chest. Turning from me he hands one to Gandalf, unsheathing them. He looks in wonder at the steel. As he continues, "These were not made by any troll."

"Nor were they made by any smith among men." Gandalf looks closer at the markings on the blade. "These were forged in Gondolin by the High Elves of the First Age." Thorin begins to put the sword away in disgust which makes me look at him in confusion but Gandalf glares over at him. "You could not wish for a finer blade!" Reluctantly, Thorin unsheathes the sword, holding it high above him.

"It's beautiful." I hear myself say as he admires the workmanship. I watch as he sheathes his sword and then ties it to his waist. I pause for a minute before I realize that I had no way to carry my own new sword. "Um Thorin," I start making him glance up at me. "How do I tie this around my waist?" He pauses for a moment before he looks around for some sort of leather strap. To my dismay he pulls one off a pile of bones and then taking my sword from me places it on the strap.

"What hand do you use?" He asks, and I instantly hold up my right. "Then you'll want it on your left hip."

"I get that part, but won't it just keep sliding down?" I ask pointing at my hips.

"Well what are these?" He asks pulling at the belt loop of my jeans.

"Belt loops." I answer as it hits me. I slowly start to slip the leather strap through my belt loops until I am left with two ends of the straps.

"Here," He says taking the straps from me and pulling them tight ties them together. "Now see if it moves around too much." He says and I instantly squat down. The sword stays by my side but doesn't touch the ground. I smile as I stand back up. "How does it feel?"

"Perfect, thank you. Now maybe I can help defend myself a little better." I answer smiling at him. He nods and turns away from me but not before I see a smirk fill his lips. So, he could smile. I stare off after him for a moment before he hollers, "Come! Let's get out of this foul place."

The dwarves file behind Thorin, leaving the cave. Gandalf makes to follow them, when his foot hits against something metallic. I pause beside him as he uses the edge of his staff to brush away some leaves. A small sword, wrapped neatly in its sheath, lies in the dirt below. Reaching down, I pick it up and handing it to him say, "Isn't this about Bilbo's size?"

"What a good idea." He says taking the blade from me and heading toward the mouth of the cave where the dwarves are tending to their horses. Gandalf and I emerge from the troll hoard and approach Bilbo. "Bilbo, here. This is about your size." Gandalf hands it to Bilbo. He looks at the weapon, hesitant.

"I can't take this."

"The blade is of Elvish make, which means it will glow blue when orcs or goblins are nearby." Gandalf clarifies, and I raise an eyebrow as I think to myself how convenient that was.

"I have never used a sword in my life." Bilbo says.

"And I hope you'll never have to. But if you do, remember this: true courage is about knowing not when to take a life, but when to spare one." Gandalf says, and I find myself thinking back to when I was training with Loki and Thor. Suddenly, loud rustling comes from deep within the forest.

"Something's coming!" Thorin yells and I find myself being pulled into the group of dwarves as they surround me in protection. Gandalf withdraws his sword, running to the dwarves.

"Stay together! Hurry now, arm yourselves." Gandalf hollers as Bilbo lingers behind. Slowly, he draws out the sword, looking in wonder at the weapon's power. He turns and runs to join the others. Riding at full speed through the trees, is a man led by a Rabbit-Drawn Sled. He bursts through the woods, startling us all.

"Thieves! Fire! Murder!" He yells out as he draws to a halt. The dwarves all have their weapons withdrawn. They look to Gandalf for an explanation of this odd sight.

"Radagast! It's Radagast the Brown." Gandalf walks towards his fellow wizard. He seems glad about this new arrival. "Give us a few moments please." Gandalf asks as he and Radagast go off several paces from the dwarves. I turn from where they are talking and back to the dwarves as I ask, "Who's Radagast the Brown?"

"He's a wizard, like Gandalf." Bofur answers making me nod.

"How many wizards are there?" I ask making Bilbo answer.

"Gandalf said there are five. Let's see there's Gandalf, Radagast, Saruman the white, and then there are two blue ones."

"So, wizards have colors in their names?" I ask, and they nod. "What color is Gandalf?"

"He's grey."

"Good to know." I add nodding my head.

From the distance, wolves howl again, and the dwarves perk up in alarm. From behind a nearby crag, a Warg appears. It leaps into the midst of the Company, savage and ferocious. I let out a slight scream as I am knocked off my feet. Thorin buries his sword into its neck, killing it instantly. Another charges from behind. Kili draws an arrow, shooting down the beast. It attempts to pick itself back up, but Dwalin brings his hammer down upon it. The Warg dies with a whimper.

"Warg scouts! Which means an Orc pack is not far behind." Thorin clarifies as Bofur helps me to my feet.

"Orc pack?" Bilbo and I ask in unison.

"Who did you tell about your quest, beyond your kin." Gandalf inquires from Thorin as he moves to stand next to him.

"No one." He replies making Gandalf repeat himself.

"Who did you tell?"

"No one, I swear. What in Durin's name is going on?"

"You are being hunted!"

"Hunted?" I ask making goosebumps cover my skin.

"We have to get out of here." Dwalin says and I nod. Gloin appears from the crest of the hill as he calls out, "We can't! We have no ponies, they've bolted!"

"I'll draw them off." Radagast offers making Gandalf shake his head.

"These are Gundabad Wargs, they will outrun you!"

"These are Rhosgobel rabbits!" Radagast says as he points to his rabbits. "I'd like to see them try." He climbs upon his rabbit led sleigh and as he heads off into the woods I stare after him for a moment before someone grabs my arm and pulls me along. I glance back to see Bofur motioning for me to follow closely to them all.

Pulling me through the trees I see Radagast being chased by what looked like giant wolves with dark riders upon their backs. Gandalf watches from behind a large boulder. Radagast and the pursuing orcs disappear into the distance. "Come on." Gandalf says as he runs forward, the rest of us trailing behind him. As the chase with Radagast continues in the distance, our group continues to weave in and out of the rocks, led by Thorin and Gandalf. Suddenly, Thorin stops in his tracks. Radagast and the orcs run past us, too close for comfort. Gandalf looks to us as he says, "Stay together."

As the chase continues, Thorin stops behind a rock so that he is not seen by the Wargs. Ori starts to run out of the cover. "Ori, no! Come back!" Thorin yells and I grab him pulling him back behind cover.

"Come on! Quick!" Gandalf whisper yells and as the dwarves continue running, Thorin turns to Gandalf and says, "Where are you leading us?" Gandalf doesn't answer.

As the Warg scouts chase Radagast, one of them stops and scents the air. The dwarves take cover behind an outcropping of rock. The scout and his Warg appear on top of the outcropping, scenting the air. Thorin looks at Kili and nods; readying an arrow, Kili quickly steps out and shoots the Warg.

The Warg and the Orc on it fall near the dwarves, and the dwarves kill them. The sounds of their fight carry quite far; the other Wargs and Orcs stop chasing Radagast as they hear roars and screams from behind the rocks. The Warg scouts howl as they stop pursuing Radagast and begin pursuing the Company.

"Move. Run!" Gandalf yells causing us to run through a grassy plain; Wargs begin to surround us from all sides. "This way! Quickly!" Gandalf yells again and I feel Thorin push me ahead of him as he keeps me ahead of him. We run for a while longer, then halt in a clearing as we see Wargs on all sides.

"There's more coming!" Kili yells and my body fills with fear. Should I use my powers? I ask myself as I watch Kili fire arrows into the orcs and Wargs.

"We're surrounded!" Fili yells and I grit my teeth as I start to have an internal conflict with myself.

"Where is Gandalf?" I hear Kili say and I momentarily turn from the Orcs to see that he is nowhere to be found.

"He has abandoned us!" Dwalin yells as he ready's his axe. The dwarves gather close to each other near the rock Gandalf disappeared by. As an Orc and his Warg approach, Ori shoots a rock at him with his slingshot, to no effect. Thorin pulls out his sword.

"Hold your ground!" Thorin yells before suddenly Gandalf pops up from a crack in the rock and yells, "This way, you fools!"

"Come on, move! Quickly, all of you! Go, go, go!" Thorin yells as he shoves me into the crack before he ushers his kin into the cave one by one. As the Wargs approach, the dwarves and Bilbo slide into the large crack in the rock, sliding into a cave. All the sudden I hear Thorin yell, "Kili! Run!" and I find my heart clench in my chest as I start to worry for his safety.

Suddenly Thorin and Kili jump into the crack last. Just as the lead Orc and his Wargs reach the crack, a horn sounds making me cock an eyebrow in confusion. I look around at the rest of my companions as they listen to the conflict from inside the crack. One of the orcs, shot by an arrow, falls into the cave. Thorin plucks out the arrow and examines its make.

"Elves." Thorin says anger in his voice. There is a pathway at the end of the cave, leading away.

"I cannot see where the pathway leads. Do we follow it or not?" Dwalin asks and Bofur quickly replies, "Follow it, of course!" I stare at the orc in front of us and I find my stomach starting to churn. It was hideous to look at. A million questions start to fill my head but before I have a chance to ask them, I hear Gandalf say, "I think that would be wise."