An Escape to a New Reality (A Hobbit Fanfiction)

Thorin

"Gandalf" Thorin looked up at Gandalf before slowly stepping inside the hobbit hole. "I thought you said this place would be easy to find. I lost my way. Twice." I watched as Thorin take off his cloak and fold it in his arms. "Wouldn't have found it at all, had it not been for the mark on the door." Quietly I moved to the dinning room and hid behind the little wall that separated the entrance hallway and oak hall.

"Mark?" Peeking out from behind the little wall, I couldn't see much because of the crowd of dwarves. So I quickly moved to the opposite wall. Still trying to stay as hidden as possible I managed to see Bilbo move from behind Dwalin and walk over the the door as Gandalf closed it. "There's no mark on that door. It was painted a week ago!"

Gandalf stood up as straight as he could and looked down at Biblo. "There is a mark, I put it there myself." Taking a breath he smiled at Biblo. "Bilbo Baggins, allow me to introduce the leader of our company. Thorin Oakenshield."

Bilbo walked over to Thorin. Ok. So far everything is just like the movie. And I haven't been noticed by Thorin. Yay! Even if I was normal size, the dwarf scared me a little. I watched as Thorin took a little step towards Bilbo. "So. This is the hobbit." I felt a twinge of sympathy for Bilbo as Thorin began to circle him and stare him down. "Tell me Mr. Baggins, have you done much fighting?"

Bilbo didn't look up at him just turned his head to follow the direction Thorin moved. "Pardon me?"

"Axe or sword. What is your weapon of choice?" Bilbo stood his ground and looked up at Thorin with confidence. "Well I do have some skill at conkers, if you must know." Conkers? I was always confused about that part. But I frowned as I noticed Bilbo's confidence falter. "But I fail to see why that's relevant."

I was so conflicted. I really wanted to stand up for Bilbo. I know how helpful he's gonna be and how he saves the dwarves from death on multiple occasions in this journey. But at the same time it would put a lot of unwanted attention on me and would bring up a lot of unwanted questions. So I had to bite my tongue and just hope that I could leave as soon as the dwarves left in the morning.

Hearing chuckling, I looked back at the group. Thorin must have told the group Bilbo looked more like a grocer than burglar. I always hated that comment. It was a comment one would hear in high school when the popular kid would single out the non-popular kid. Ugh. Stop worrying bout that and figure out what you can do to get out of here.

I watched as the last of the dwarves made their way to the dinning room, before I turned my attention to the front door. I could try to make a run for it...but they would see me right?...Maybe not...They completely forgot about me the minute Thorin arrived...Guess I really am just dreaming. Shaking my head, I quietly made my way back to the guest room. Slowly closing the door behind me, I sat down on the bed. I could hear the muffled voices of dwarves as they discussed the journey to the Lonely Mountain to reclaim what they had lost to Smaug. I couldn't hold back my chuckle as I laid back and stared at the ceiling. At the sound of their angry voices rise, I smiled. They're either complaining about Balin's comment that they didn't exactly have the brightest bunch or arguing over how many dragons Gandalf has slain. My smile was short lived at the booming of Thorin's voice rang through the house, silencing everyone. Yup very scary dwarf.

Slowly scanning the room, I let out a sigh. What's going on here? Why am I still here? If I died, why aren't there other spirits or people that I know here? If this is a dream, why don't I just wake up? This is insane! I closed my eyes and flipped onto my stomach. I was getting ready to scream into the pillow when I felt a booming voice. I popped my head up. Oh. It's just Gandalf. Although I wasn't even in the same room, I could play the dwarf's reactions, to the dark cloud that spread from the wizard, so clearly. I really had seen this movie too many times. I let out a quite laugh as I dug the palms of my hands into my eyes. Snap out of it, May! You should know better. Since you got here you've been nothing but scared and pathetic. Never again. Can't make that mistake again...Clenching my jaw, I pounded my fist into the bed. I sat up and swung my legs over the side of the bed. I wanted to leave. Needed to leave. Quickly I made my way to the door, and as I grabbed the handle, I paused. Where was I going to go? I had no home here. No family. No brother.