Time to Shine

Chapter 13-Long Time No Bree!!

Sorry for the delay. I have classes and I'm barely getting back into the groove of being a happy-ish person. I'm finally seeing why people find escape in writing. All of you with your reviews, ideas, and favs/follows make it worth it. You don't know how much. I'm going to try to put out a chapter a week this year, no matter what. Thanks for all your support, I'm happy to write Aria and Company, they send their thanks as well!

Check out my new Avengers story, You See It's a Funny Story, as well! I'm so happy to tell you that my writing has gotten better since I first started posting. Hopefully once I finish this TTS, I'll go back and rewrite it.

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Chapter 13

Instead of writing every little detail for every little second that occurred on the road to Bree, I have a better idea.

I'll skip to the highs and the lows.

Be warned that things will get a little hairy...see what I did there?

Yes, Kili, it was a pun. Yes, for Dwarrow, duh. What?!? Exsqueeze me?? NO!! My legs aren't that hairy! They have more hair than your face! Fine, I'm sorry Kili. Happy Bilbo? Now let me finish the story. Sheesh, parents, ya know?

Also note: Potholes are the spawn of Hades. End note.

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What is a Name?

As much as I would love to say that after leaving the Old Forest that the Company and I got along famously, so much that we came up with a name for the pup, that even Thorin, the shade master, got in on the name game, and that Bilbo was an absolute hit with the crew. As much as I'd love to say such things, I can't, because that would be a lie, and that would make me a liar. I can't have that.

What I can say is that once we left the creepy woods there was, without a doubt, many a suspecting glare thrown our way. It's not like we're dangerous or anything. Can you smell the sarcasm? By 'our' I mean lil wargy and I, and going by those looks one would think that she is going to Cujo-out by ripping their throats open, spraying blood everywhere.

Perhaps that is slightly true, as she does not enjoy the 'crazy-eyed-dwarf' vibe. I can feel little rumbly growls vibrating from her thin chest, oh Hades, what did I get myself into?

You know that feeling? Where you buy someone a present that you yourself like and after they open it you think, 'I should have kept it and gotten them a tub of five kinds of popcorn'? You do? Great.

Now you know how it feels to low-key hate yourself for making rash decisions and being a good person. I'm a mess and this pup's going to end up eating someone.

Being the young, inexperienced, and good-looking people that Fili, Kili, Ori, and I are, we ride in the back of the group. With the bright sun shining, dust flying around, and horsehair tickling our noses we find ourselves only a few miles from Bree. I got to tell you guys, when watching the LOTR movies the roads look empty and show nothing but landscapes, Jackson and his team hide the lies!!!

There are potholes everywhere! EVERYWHERE!! Especially on busy roads, such as the one to Bree, you think they'd put those Arda taxes to good use. We're lucky the ponies are surefooted, because I know how rugged people handle tragic injuries that big animals can get. It rhymes with bread and bun.

No, they don't open a bakery to raise funds for a veterinarian, they kill them.

Back to the plot Aria. Where was I? Oh...