Hey all! Thank you for taking a look at my new fan-fiction: The day I met the Oakenshields! I'm very excited about this and I hope you will also like it! Maybe enough the review? Maybe?

This story is dedicated to my dear family who has put up with me raving like a lunatic about this for awhile now.

Disclaimer: None of this is mine. Except my OC of course.

Enjoy!

Glenn Shepherd. Not an amazing name, I'll admit. But I grew rather found of it over my 18 years of life. I realize now that 18 years is just a blink of life. Though, back then, I had just finished High school and I felt ancient. That was before I met dwarves of course. But I'm getting ahead of myself.

As I said before, I'm Glenn Shepherd. I had long, straight, blond hair. My height was on the shorter side, and though I wasn't fat, I wasn't exactly skinny either, which gave the overall impression of somewhat stocky. I was 18 and had recently finished high school when it all began. Well… I say began, but it's really been happening all my life. The strange things that happened to me. At first, it was just small things, like getting the cookies from the top shelf without climbing up to get it. I don't know how the jar appeared in my hands, it just kind of did. Or seeing little creatures floating past the stain glass windows at church. Just small things. Easily ignored. Quickly forgotten.

The only time I had really known something was up, was when I was caught in a backwards rain shower. I could have sworn the water was coming up from the ground into the sky. My mum, of course, didn't believe me. I was 12 at the time, and she just said I had an over active imagination.

Then something really weird happened. I got pregnant. I don't know how it happened. I mean it wasn't unusual for 18 year olds to get pregnant. What was weird was an 18 year old virgin getting pregnant. Seriously, I hadn't even kissed anyone before.

Regardless, my mum was furious. And rightly so, if you applied logic to the situation. I've learned, due to recent events, that logic isn't always applicable.

I was six months pregnant when it happened. I was coming home from my friend's house. It was the middle of the summer and the day was unbearably hot. So, incredibly, hot I was certain I would fry instantly. And I had to walk. Because mum had taken the car to work that day.

So there I was. Walking. In 100 degree weather. With a six month old baby in my belly. Needless to say, it was not fun. My sneakers squeaked repeatedly on the black pavement as I plodded along wearily. The cicadas and lawn mowers drowned out all other noise except a small humming. There wasn't a soul to bee scene. Sorry, I meant be seen. The Bee Scene comes later. Well… not really. Because the noise was getting louder. Louder and angrier. And that's when I turned to see the huge swarm of bees flying straight towards me. Now, I was pretty used to weird things happening to me by now, but most of them weren't life threatening. This most definitely was. And, though I'm kind of embarrassed to admit it, I panicked. Like… a lot. I just really hate bugs in general. The next couple minutes were just a lot of screaming and running and buzzing. And by the end of it, I found myself in a river. Drowning.

I've heard that drowning is the most peaceful way to die. And it might be, if it did not involve magically transporting you to a fictional realm of wizards, elves, and dwarves. Oh… and hobbits. Can't forget the hobbits. I love those little guys.

Anyway, back to drowning.

Lots of water everywhere. I tried hard to find the bottom, or the side, or the surface, or some kind of locator to where I was. There was just water. And my breath was running out. Quickly.

That's when I felt a hand grab me from behind and drag me up. Or was it sideways? Regardless, I reached open air and coughed and sputtered fiercely. As soon as I could breath, which wasn't very quick, I looked up to see who had saved me. Above me was the face of a lion. What? No, wait. It was a man. Or looked like one at any rate. He had a majestic… majestic: awesome word… majestic head of golden hair. And his beard comprised of two tiny braids hanging along the side of his face. Pretty fancy.

"Are you alright?" He asked me. His voice was deep but young. I sat up slowly, still coughing pathetically.

"Um, yeah. Yeah, I'll be okay." I attempted a smile, still blinking rapidly.

"Here, take this." He said, removing his coat. "You'll freeze to death walking around soaked like that." Then he stopped. "You're… completely dry." I quickly felt my arm to check. And, true enough I was bone dry. I stared at the man for a little while before shrugging.

"Weirder things have happened to me." I said frankly. He cocked an eyebrow. I looked down again, this time noticing my change in apparel. Instead of my comfortable sweatpants and oversized, ultra comfy sweatshirt that I had been wearing in 100-degree weather… maybe that's why I felt so hot… instead I was wearing a simple black dress, made of what appeared to be cotton.

"Well, I'll have to say, this is one of the weirdest things that has ever happened to me." The man laughed slightly. "To meet a dwarven woman so far from the mountains is rare indeed! Especially a pregnant one!"

"Oi! What do you mean by that!" I cried indignantly.

"Oh! I'm so sorry; I thought you were going to have a baby! I didn't-" Fili started apologizing for his supposed blunder. He tried not to stare too much at my slightly bloated stomach.

"I may be a little short, but you don't need to call me a midget!" I yelled at him. "You're not much taller than me yourself buster!"

"Wait, what?" the man asked in confusion. "And what's a buster?"

"Fili! Where are you? We're going to be late!" Another man said, coming along the path.

"Kili!" the blonde man smiled with relief. "Thank Mahal you're here!" A dark haired man with a stubble stopped next to the first man. I backed up slightly, feeling outnumbered.

"What's this?" the dark haired one asked.

"She was drowning, and then I saved her, and now she's saying she's not a dwarf!" Fili explained briefly, feeling baffled.

"Drowning?" Kili asked. "But there's not a drop on her!" I rolled my eyes.

"Yes, we've established that already. Now will someone tell me what's going on? And what is with your outfits?" I rambled, realizing for the first time that their clothes looked like something straight out of Merlin. Only thicker. And were those weapons? Great, I had been rescued by a pair of raving lunatics.

Did you really think dad was crazy?

Well, at the time, yeah! He and his brother were bristling from head to toe with pointy weapons. Who wouldn't think they were a pair of serial killers.

What did you do?

I ran! As far as I could before collapsing on the path. Which wasn't much of a distance. The two quickly caught up with me. They approached me cautiously as I knelt on the dirt, panting.

"Calm down." Fili said soothingly. "We don't mean you any harm."

"Why should I trust you?" I asked scathingly.

"I swear on my honor as a prince." Fili promised, placing a hand over his heart. "I won't harm you." I glared at them for a long time before sighing.

"I guess I don't have much of a choice." I stood up and turned to the two. "If you could just point me towards Newville, that would be great."

"Newville?" Kili puzzled. "I'm not sure where that is exactly, but my brother and I are headed to Hobbiton. Maybe someone there knows where this Newville is."

"We aren't actually from around here." Fili explained.

"I didn't know there was a street called Hobbiton around here." I shrugged. "Very well, I'll accompany you to Hobbiton if it's not too much trouble."

"No trouble at all." Fili smiled. "Anything to help one of our kin." I gave him a strange look, but dropped it and fell into step behind them.

The trip was silent. The two brothers conversed lightly from time to time, but other than that; it was just crickets and frogs. Fortunately, the road was more dirt and less rock. I had discovered upon heading off that during my random and slightly creepy change of apparel, I had lost as sort of foot ware. So I was traveling barefoot. When Kili noticed this, he asked if I was a hobbit. I wasn't quite sure what a hobbit was, but I thought I had remembered my best friend mention it before. Maybe it was some kind of shoe hating hippy?

"By the way, miss," Fili said, turning to look back at me, though still walking forward. "I don't believe I caught your name."

"No, you didn't." I answered warily.

"Would you mind telling me?" He smiled pleasantly.

"I would." I replied, just as pleasant. Fili and Kili exchanged a look. "I'm not overly found of telling complete strangers my name." I explained.

"Oh. Sorry for asking." Fili apologized, looking a little confused. He turned back to the road in front of him and silence fell again. That made me feel bad. Because I felt like I was being rude for not telling them my name. Eventually I spoke again, breaking the silence.

"Glenn." I sighed. Both of the brothers looked back at me in surprise.

"What?" Fili asked, puzzled.

"That's my name." I repeated. "Glenn."

"That's a very nice name." Fili smiled at me. Kili snickered. Fili swatted him on the back of the head.

"Ow! What was that for?" Kili cried indignantly.

"There was a fly." Fili lied, speeding up his pace just a hair. The two began bickering with each other as we continued along. I just chuckled lightly in the background. Then my feet started hurting.

"How long is it to this Hobbiton place anyway?" I asked them, walking more carefully now in an attempt to make walking hurt less. It didn't help.

"We're in Hobbiton." Kili explained pointing to a hill on our left. I followed where he was pointing with my eyes and came to gaze upon a small round door built into the side of the hill. It was painted yellow with little flowerpots sitting right outside it.

"Awwww! That is soooooo cute!" I squealed, making the other two jump.

"What?" Fili asked in confusion.

"That little door!" I continued. "It's adorable! Is it ornamental?" I asked them curiously.

"Orn e mental?" Kili pronounced slowly.

"Is it for decoration?" I clarified.

"No, there are real hobbits living in there." Fili laughed slightly. The strange hippies lived in hills with round doors? Now that was weird.

"So we're going to meet one of these… hobbits?" I questioned hesitantly.

"Yes." Kili nodded. "A Burglar named Mister Boggins."

"Baggins." Fili corrected.

"That's what I said." Kili turned to his brother.

"No, you said Boggins. It's Baggins." Fili said, comparing the two pronunciations.

"How do you know?" Kili asked. "It might be Boggins."

"It's Baggins." Fili sighed. "There was an a in the letter. Not an o."

"Oh." Kili humped.

"No, A." Fili corrected again.

"I meant oh as in alright." Kili rolled his eyes. I was laughing silently through out the entire exchange. These brothers should take this act on the road! I thought to myself. Oh wait, they already have! I gaffed out loud at my own joke. The two ignored me. Soon, after walking up hill for a very long time, the three of us came to a nice green door with a golden door nob in the middle. Towards the bottom was a weird carving.

"This is the place." Fili announced and rang the doorbell. It was a very nice house; I had to admit, from the outside anyway. I couldn't begin to imagine how dirty it had to be inside. My attention turned back to the door as it was opened by an even shorter man than I was. He had a head of curly red hair and large, fur covered feet. He was in his bathrobe, which made me feel like I was intruding. The brothers, however, did not feel that way in the slightest.

"Fili." Fili piped up.

"And Kili." Kili said, a bit gruffer.

"At your service." They said in unison, bowing together. Very fancy. I just kind of smiled half-heartedly from behind them and gave a small wave. I caught a quick look of tiredness on the short man's face before the brothers straightened up again.

"You must be Mister Boggins!" Kili smiled at the man.

"Baggins!" I hissed quietly out of the corner of my mouth.

"Nope! You can't come in. You've come to the wrong house." Mr. Baggins said quickly, shutting the door on us.

"See, you've insulted him!" I muttered, throwing my hands up in the air. Kili, however, stopped the door from shutting by wedging his hand and foot in the doorway.

"What? Has it been canceled?" the younger brother asked in shock.

"No one told us." Fili added, looking suspiciously between Kili and Mr. Baggins.

"Guys, you're being rude!" I scolded under my breath.

"Can-? No, nothing's been canceled!" the man shook his head in confusion.

"Well that's a relief." Kili smiled, sounding, in all honesty, very relieved. Then the younger brother pushed the door open and walked right in. Fili looked around vaguely before striding in like he owned the place. I just gaped at them. "Come on Glenn!" Kili shouted over his shoulder to me. I stepped in timidly, and then stopped as I looked around. I don't know what I was expecting from a home made in the ground… but this definitely wasn't it. The little home tunneled far into the hill. It was lit with fireplaces and chandeliers full of candles. Quaint little furniture filled the curved rooms and gave the place, all in all, a very homey feel. Nice and cozy.

"Careful with these." Fili warned the small man as the larger dumped an armful of weapons in his arms. "I just had them sharpened."

"So they are real weapons?" I asked in shock as I shut the round door behind me. Fili ignored me.

"It's nice, this place." Kili mused, scraping the mud off of his boot and onto an old chest. "Did you do it yourself?"

"Ah no, it's been in the family for years." Mr. Baggins said distractedly. "That's my mother's glory box could you please not do that!" the small man cried in alarm. I sighed. My life had been saved by the two worst houseguests ever.

"Fili, Kili! Come on, give us a hand!" a deeper voice boomed through the house. A tall, muscle bound man walked heavily into the foyer where we were and put an arm around Kili, pulling him into another room.

"Mister Dwalin." Kili greeted in what almost sounded like awe. I rubbed my eyes. Where my eyes playing tricks on me? Or was that just two giant axes I saw strapped to that man's back?

"Come on Glenn, you help two." Fili smiled, putting an arm around my shoulder and leading me after Kili and the man called Dwalin. We came to what appeared to be a dining room. Another, shorter and older man was also there. He had this long, crazy looking split beard and he quickly instructed the new hands.

"Let's shove this in the hallway." He pointed to a cabinet. "Otherwise we'll never get everyone in." I quickly ducked out of Fili's grasp and backed up against the wall. I was used to having strange things happen to me, but this was getting a bit beyond strange. Actually, it had gone a bit beyond strange a while ago.

"Ev-everyone?" Mr. Baggins asked entering the room, his arms still full of weapons. "How many more are there?" I felt for the little man, even more so as if, on cue, the doorbell rang again.

"Oh no. No, no!" He tottered off towards the door. "There's nobody home! Go away and bother someone else!" He dumped the weapons on the ground and kept ranting as he made his way towards the door. "If- if- if this is some clotheads idea of a joke," he chuckled angrily. "I can only say, it is in very poor taste!" With the last word, Mr. Baggins yanked open the door and over half a dozen short men fell through into a pile on the door mat. I stared wide eyed at the writhing mass on the floor before looking up to see a very tall, old, dress wearing man bend down and look through the door. Mr. Baggins sighed loudly. "Gandalf."

Poor Bilbo XD I always feel so bad for the little guy!

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