Hey guys! I made a new fanfic of my (don't tell GRRM) favorite character Tyrion Lannister! It'll about his unexpected journey in Middle-Earth set in "The Hobbit" trilogy after his escape from King's Landing under false treason of murdering the vicious idiotic king and nephew of his, Joffrey Baratheon-Lannister by his sweet sister Cersei Lannister, the bitch queen and his murder of his lord father Tywin Lannister.

Disclaimer: I do not own The Hobbit and Game of Thrones. My fanfic is purely for fun. They belong to the J.R.R. Tolkien and his family the Tolkien Estate and George R.R. Martin (don't care if he hates fanfics). This includes Peter Jackson, Warner Brothers and New Line Cinema, and HBO and GOT production crew who are behind the production of the two franchises.

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Chapter 1

Opening his eyes, the small man with messy blonde hair and has a scar on his face, wearing simple clothes woke up from his long sleep or rather unconsciousness. Managing to help himself up, the man began to remember who he was. He is Tyrion Lannister, son of Tywin and Joanna Lannisters. A dwarf born into the most powerful and richest family, House of Lannister in the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros. The Imp. The Halfman. A demon monkey. A kinslayer. That's what the people of a rat-infested place named King's Landing called him that time. Despite all what he did for the good of his house, none of those were appreciated at all. No praise no respect at all. At least few people truly cared for him namely his big brother Jaime, Lord Varys, Bronn, his loyal sellsword, Podrick Payne, his faithful squire and Sansa Stark, his unconsummated wife although begrudgingly.

Tyrion then began to remember more. After the escape from King's Landing with the help of Lord Varys, the ship heading to the Narrow Sea Tyrion boarded into was caught in a sea-storm that got the dwarf fall overboard and seemingly drowned. Then everything went black. He would have died although that would please his sweet sister Cersei but would sadden Jaime if word gets out of his "demise". Lord Varys' fate in that tragic event was unknown whether he managed to survive or not which Tyrion didn't have to worry about that for now.

Where in the seven hells am I? And why am I still alive? Father and sweet sister would have been pleased to see me die in the sea already although my big brother won't be happy. Why did the gods save me? They would have done me a favor and put me out of my misery already!

Before thinking any further, Tyrion smelled a strange aroma. Smoke? Hmmm...a sweet-smelling smoke. Almost reminds me of my sweet sister's lavender. Turning around, he noticed an old man sitting next to the campfire. He has a grey hair and long-flowing beard and wore a flowing grey robes almost similar to a maester. The strangest things that intrigues Tyrion are the hat the old man is wearing and a staff he holds. And that includes a strange item the old man breathes smoke in and out.

So this is the one who saved me? The old man appears to be a maester but I see no chain around him. And what's with the hat and he's...smoking?. he thought.

The old man seemed to notice Tyrion fully awake, taking away his smoking item and spoke in a brash but smooth voice, "Ah, you are awake my friend. Good very good. I almost believed that you wouldn't be awake from your unconsciousness."

"I thank you, stranger. I owe you my gratitude. Pray tell who are you exactly?", Tyrion asked the old man.

"My apologies, friend. I am Gandalf the Grey and he is me. And yours, my dear lad?", the old man named Gandalf answered and asked Tyrion his name. Oh and I'm Thoros of Myr the Red Priest, the Lannister dwarf mentally retorted with sarcasm referring to the fat bearded man wearing red robes, claiming to be a priest of the R'hlorr, the Lord of Light from the Free City of Myr and is known for using wildfire-clad swords in tourneys and battles one of them was the Siege of Pyke where he was the first to attack after King Robert's forces smashed the ironborn keep and slashed his way through Greyjoy troops with that weapon which burned them alive, as well as being Robert's drinking buddies.

"I am Tyrion, son of Tywin Lannister of House Lannister and where am I?", Tyrion replied.

"Tyrion, son of Tywin you are in Middle-Earth of course. I found you unconscious in the woods while I was on my way to Bree, although you were wet for some reasons probably the rain I assume." the grey-clad elderly man explained to the Lannister dwarf, baffling Tyrion. Middle-Earth? Was it a name of whatever who knows where I ended up in?

"Middle-Earth? Is that so, Maester Gandalf?" the Imp asked.

"Maester? I never heard such a strange title. I'm a Wizard, Tyrion son of Tywin." Gandalf said.

Wizard? Does that explain his weird looking hat, and his staff, I wonder?, Tyrion thought. "If you're a Wizard, then you can use magic?", he asked the Grey Wizard skeptically, however due to some rumors he heard from Lord Varys about the red woman in Stannis Baratheon's faction and the sorcerer who wronged the master of whispers in the past Tyrion hardly doubts if magic is real or not unless he sees it himself.

"Of course, I can use magic, my lad in many strange ways. I almost believed that you are a hobbit judging from your size but you are wearing shoes so I guess you are dwarf.", Gandalf commented on Tyrion, leaving him confused.

"Yes, yes I get that a lot." Tyrion commented. Hobbit? What kind of name is that?

"What brings Tyrion, son of Tywin to be found unconscious around these parts in the woods?", Gandalf asked.

Tyrion couldn't decide whether to tell the truth to the one who saved his life depends if he believes him or not. In a land where he's not familiar with, Tyrion made a decision to make a little lie and a cover-up story to convince Gandalf and earn his trust if he's going to survive and might probably start his fortune away from his sweet sister from scratch in the future.

"Truth be told Gandalf, I can't seem to remember how I got here. The only thing I remember are who I am, what I do best and I was on a ship on a journey across the sea from where I came from but the storm unfortunately appeared and then...nothing. I don't even know how I got here before you found and saved me, I'm telling you."

The Grey Wizard held his suspicious stare at Tyrion quite long, making the Imp feel uneasy but for the sake of his pride as a Lannister kept him composed before speaking in a gentle voice, "That might explain a bump on your head...and you got a nasty scar on your face, my lad."

Lord. He should be addressing me as 'Lord Tyrion' not lad. I may be a man half my size but I'm a Lannister, a proud lion no matter how different I am, I still have my claws, Tyrion mentally retorted, feeling slighted for being called a lad by a wizard named Gandalf the Grey as if he was but a child.

"Yes, from a battle in my homeland. Chopped a man's leg off guard and led the counterattack in the siege of the city I've defended. One taste of battle is enough for me, Gandalf and I would like to keep what remains of my face." Tyrion commented, recalling the Battle of the Blackwater Bay where he led King's Landing's defense against Stannis Baratheon's siege with wildfire and a flanking force before suffering a face wound by one of the Kingsguard, Ser Mandoon Moore who was later killed by his ever-faithful squire Pod. His actions were largely ignored in the aftermath, which the Imp did not take lightly.

After hearing his words, Gandalf laughed heartily, not a laugh of mockery Tyrion noticed. "It appears that even the smallest person can be a fearsome foe in battle if underestimated by the enemy. How admirable of you Tyrion, son of Tywin."

Never before in his life, someone actually praised him! A dwarf for a Lannister, who has been scorned and looked down by nearly everyone in the Seven Kingdoms, was praised by an old man who showed no signs of indiscrimination or mockery in his eyes at all as if he had experience with little people like him.

"Why, thank you Gandalf. I'm touched truly. In my homeland, me and my fellow dwarfs weren't given that much respect and praise of our talents, I'm afraid." Tyrion said.

"Well now, no need to worry about that my lad. You might change all that. I'm sure of it you can eventually." Gandalf told the Imp. If only that were easy, Tyrion mentally doubted.

"Not to be rude Gandalf the Grey but I'm famished and a need to refresh myself." Tyrion told the Grey Wizard.

"Yes, yes of course Tyrion my lad. Come with me. I'll give you my spare cloak. The weather on this road can very unpredictable sometimes" as Gandalf handed out the spare cloak he brought along for the Lannister dwarf.

"Where are we going exactly, Gandalf?" Tyrion asked as he adjusted the cloak on his back while noticing his crossbow still with its handful ammunition of bolts he brought along since his escape from King's Landing beside him lately which he took it with him for his safety, attaching it behind his back.

"To Bree of course. Come, we have a long journey ahead of us. Best brace yourselves for the rain my lad." Gandalf answered and chuckled as the Imp and the Grey Wizard walks down the path down to the rainy-plagued town called Bree.

At Bree

As Tyrion and Gandalf arrived in the small town of Bree, the Lannister dwarf is clearly not amused of the seemingly always-raining atmosphere as he's nearly soaked again had not for a spare cloak the Grey Wizard gave him for protection against the rain. Following Gandalf around town, Tyrion noticed men, mostly travelers ventured in and around town, seeking places to stay and rest before leaving on their journeys to who knows where. And villagers living in Bree are leading normal lives despite heavy rains, implying how adaptable they are much like how the people of the Seven Kingdoms are used to their respective lands' environment. He even passed by an unruly looking man, heavily soaked by the rain, eating a carrot along the way. Speaking of staying and resting in a town, the Imp had something else in mind of his own before getting the wizard's attention.

"Say, Gandalf. Does Bree have any brothels around here I can visit?", Tyrion asked.

The Grey Wizard was baffled and confused of what Tyrion just said and asked, "Goodness Tyrion, what do you mean brothels?"

"Brothels, you know a place where whores give men fun and pleasure in their free time in exchange for payment of their services." Tyrion explained, trying to ring a bell into Gandalf's mind.

Shaking his head, Gandalf spoke, "As you know Tyrion. There is no such thing as brothels or whores as you call them. I have traveled far and wide in Middle-Earth and never in my life had ever seen or heard of them in these lands of Men, not even in the realm of Elves. From wherever you came from must be barbaric and uncivilized. Almost as foul as the orcs themselves." This did not please the Imp to hear that in Middle-Earth, there were no brothels or whores to have fun with at all. "I'm quite disappointed but where I came from is almost similar to this lonely-looking town." Tyrion commented, mentioning either the North or the Riverlands comparing to Bree. "But ale is still around, yes?" the Lannister dwarf asked again.

"Yes, Tyrion the best ale in Bree is at 'The Prancing Pony'. Come, you have good food and ale as you saw fit. Best behave yourselves. Most men in Bree can be quite rough if you get to their bad side" The Grey Wizard warned Tyrion.

"Oh don't worry Gandalf my friend. I happened to be quite a gentleman." The Lannister dwarf assured him, which Gandalf was pleased to hear.

As the the Grey Wizard and the Imp entered 'The Prancing Pony' inn, while Gandalf managed to dry himself off and removed his hat, Tyrion took off his soaking cloak and allowed a servant girl to hang it among with the wet cloaks to dry off. Tyrion had the thought of spending the night with the servant girl, warming his bed and her at his sheets but quickly brushed that thought out, after hearing what Gandalf just said earlier about the non-existence of brothels or whores in Middle-Earth. He can change that but not now since he doesn't want to get on the Grey Wizard's bad side and not wanting to find out.

Looking at the crowd in the inn, Tyrion noticed a crowd of men with different looks not that the Imp can compare to those in the Seven Kingdoms feasting and drinking together like brothers-in-arms and friends, singing songs and dancing together which Tyrion finds it similar to the late King Robert Baratheon's last visit to Winterfell. And just like Gandalf said, no whores around at all as the Imp saw no men openly having their way with any women either the servant girls or other random female traveler or villager despite how unruly and rough-looking they are much to his disappointment. True gentlemen indeed unlike in Westeros or in Essos. Then Tyrion noticed little men and women as well, oddly enough they weren't wearing shoes, all barefoot and they seemed to be getting along well with those taller than them like equals which somewhat pleases the Imp for he has deep sympathy for bastards, broken things...and dwarfs. Those must be dwarfs I presume. At least they weren't ridiculed or mistreated like I, and the other fellow dwarfs have experienced back in King's Landing.

"Wait here, Tyrion. I have a business to attend to. Ask any servant girl whatever meal or ale you need to eat and drink. I'll pay for them later. And please don't make any trouble. It might ruin the jolly atmosphere in 'The Prancing Pony'." Gandalf advised the Imp.

"Of course. Of course Gandalf whatever you say." Tyrion complied with amusement. And don't worry, a Lannister always pays his debts. When Gandalf left, Tyrion helped himself to get into the chair with much less difficulty and settled in with his crossbow at his side. A young servant girl with brown pony-tailed hair approached Tyrion and greeted him. "Welcome to the 'Prancing Pony'. What can I get for you, sir."

Misunderstanding her, Tyrion spoke. "Forgive me my dear but I'm no knight."

"Apologies, mister then. Not from around here I believe. What do you order for tonight?", she said, thinking she had offended her customer and later jolly asked Tyrion.

"A meal and a bellyfull of wine fit for a dwarf.", Tyrion replied, half-jokingly.

"A dwarf? You look more like a hobbit than a dwarf, mister.", the servant girl skeptically spoke upon looking at Tyrion's size with a judging look on her face.

Mentally sighing, Tyrion told the servant girl to get his meal. "Never mind. Just give me what I asked."

The servant girl smiled and cheerfully said, "Alright then, mister. Your order will be served within a few minutes." before leaving.

As Tyrion waited, he noticed his tall and old friend, the Grey Wizard spoke, "Mind if I join you?", starting his conversation with another person, who almost appeared to be his size but a little much taller and broader, long black hair and a beard reminding Tyrion of Benjen Stark and Jon Snow both men of the Night's Watch at The Wall, wearing clothing cloaked in fur almost too similar what the Northmen and the Starks of Winterfell wore in the cold climate in the North after Gandalf seemingly saved him from would-be assassins about to kill the latter on approach that somehow relieved the black-haired dwarf who was going to draw his sword in self-defense if Tyrion's eyes hadn't failed him yet.

I guess sacred guest right is almost non-existent here too if I'm not careful enough, Tyrion mentally commented, half-jokingly doubting if such right was exercised in Middle-Earth not since the Red Wedding when the Freys and the Boltons, having made a deal with his lord father Tywin who claimed that deemed necessary to end the war, turned their cloaks and mercilessly massacred Robb Stark the King in the North, his wife, his mother, the northern and riverland lords and the majority of the Northern army underneath Lord Walder Frey's roof just right after the newly-wedded couple Lord Edmure Tully and Lady Rosiln Frey were taken for the bedding ceremony and Lord Roose Bolton drove his knife upon his king's heart, killing the Young Wolf whose corpse was desecrated as the Freys removed the head and replaced it with his direwolf's, paraded around the keep symbolizing their final act of mockery to the King in the North and threw Lady Catelyn's body into the rivers in mockery of the traditional Tully funeral customs. Such horrible acts brought shock to the Seven Kingdoms, realizing that sacred guest right is no longer an option to be safe wherever you thought no one can harm you when you're in someone's house if one can wield a knife could kill you in your sleep or in dinner and Tyrion, and most other people, condemned Walder Frey and Roose Bolton's a grave violation to all the laws of gods, the old and new and men, breaking such a sacred pact and also turning against their liege lord whom they swore allegience. In Middle-Earth even in Bree, the Imp had to look out for himself if needed be whether he's with Gandalf or not.

Shaking that thought out, while looking at the face of the black-haired person with a studied look, he appears to be royalty if Tyrion had not mistaken. Tyrion has a habit of recognizing those of highborn and nobility no matter how well they managed to hide themselves from the common folk or looked simple and ordinary even bastards included back in Westeros just like while at the Crossroads Inn with Yoren and Bronn, how he immediately recognized Lady Catelyn Stark who was with her household master-at-arms Ser Rodrick Cassel about to rest at the same inn for their safe return journey to Winterfell only to end up being arrested by Lord Ned Stark's wife under false charges of an attempt on her son Bran's life with the swords of her father's sworn bannermen at his throat. And his arrest sparked a conflict between the Starks/Tullys and the Lannisters which soon escalated into a full-blown war in the Seven Kingdoms with the arrest and beheading of Ned Stark under orders of a vicious idiot for a king Joffrey Baratheon, his no-good nephew. And Tyrion had to make sure that he won't get into trouble again if he wasn't careful.

Then Tyrion began to eavesdrop in their conversation, all while waiting for the food and ale he ordered, as he heard Gandalf telling a passing maid, "I'll have the same." referring to the meal the black-haired dwarf had: a half a piece of bread, half a slice of cheese, and exactly 2 grapes.

Gandalf spoke to the black-haired dwarf in a polite manner. "I should introduced myself. My name is Gandalf." The latter appeared to be not convinced at first before the wizard made sure he knows his name. "Gandalf the Grey."

"I know who you are.", the black-haired dwarf spoke in a tone almost too similar to a northman with authority. I guess Gandalf is known around here, Tyrion thought.

Gandalf continued to speak bemusedly before asking. "Well now this is a fine chance. What brings Thorin Oakenshield to Bree?" So this man's name is Thorin Oakenshield. His last name is quite fitting for a noble house for a noble dwarf. House Oakenshield, rings a bell to it..., Tyrion mentally commented before the servant girl arrived with the meal and ale he ordered anything fit for him: a hot chicken, a fried fish, a set of potatoes, cheese, bread and a sweet-smelling wine and began his feast while continuing his eavesdropping.

Sighing, the black-haired dwarf named Thorin Oakenshield spoke, "I received word that my father had been seen wandering in the wilds of Dunland. I went looking. I found no sign of him." in a tone of regret. Tyrion noted of Thorin's grief of his failure of finding his father and wonders if he would have done the same looking for the man who solely blamed him for taking away his beloved wife, a mother Tyrion never knew of.

"Thorin, it's been a long time since anything but rumor was heard of Thrain." Gandalf told the black-haired dwarf.

"He still lives. I am sure of it.", Thorin insisted, held on his belief that his father is still alive. A loving son to his father in the end, how admirable, Tyrion mentally praised the dwarf.

The Grey Wizard gave small stare at Thorin before the maid he earlier ordered brought him the same meal Thorin before the latter continued to speak. "My father came to see you before he went missing." Gandalf gave a serious look before Thorin asked. "What did you say to him?"

"I urged him to march upon Erebor to rally the Seven Armies of the Dwarves. To destroy the dragon and take back the Lonely Mountain. And I would say the same to you. Take back your homeland." Gandalf replied, compelling Thorin Oakenshield. His words seemed to baffle Tyrion as he chewed on a new delicacies, to march upon a mountain inhabited by a dragon is considered a suicide mission and a one way trip to meet with Stranger, one of the seven gods in the Faith of the Seven. Tyrion had read the history of Aegon's Conquest of Westeros in his younger years back in Casterly Rock thanks to his love of books. In one of the events of the Targaryen conquest, the two kings of the Rock and the Reach, Mern Gardener and Lorren Lannister joined forces and combined their armies to face Aegon the Conqueror and his sisters' small army, only to be burned alive by three Targaryen dragons in the open field, thus known as the 'Field of Fire'. This results to the death of the King of the Reach and the King of the Rock bending the knee to Aegon. The Field of Fire also compelled Torrhen Stark, the last King in the North to bend the knee to the Targaryens in his act to spare his loyal bannermen from such similar fate, earning the nickname 'The King Who Knelt". Tyrion feels sympathetic to hear that a dragon took Thorin's homeland, Erebor or The Lonely Mountain if he heard right but cannot tell whether Gandalf is mad enough to tell Thorin Oakenshield to gather an army and face a dragon. Madness. Truly madness indeed. Nonetheless, the Imp continued to listen.

Picking his mug, Thorin spoke in a suspicious manner, "This is no chance meeting, isn't it Gandalf?" before chugging down ale into his mouth.

"No. It is not. The Lonely Mountain troubles me Thorin. That dragon has sat there long enough. Sooner or later, darker minds will turn towards Erebor", Gandalf answered in a grave voice towards Thorin and continued, "I ran into some unsavory characters while I was traveling along the way. They mistook me for a vagabond."

"I imagine they regretted that.", Thorin commented with amusement. That'll be quite a tall tale to tell. A group of unsavory characters beaten up by an frail old man wearing a pointy hat with a stick..., Tyrion thought, smiling.

Gandalf took out something from his pockets and brandished a crude-looking piece of paper written in a strange language Tyrion was not familiar with. Clearly not Common Tongue, Valyrian, or any other language in Westeros and Essos. "One of them was carrying a message. It is written in Black Speech." the Grey Wizard explained the contents of the paper to Thorin who put his hands away from it.

"A promise of payment.", he said.

"For what?", Thorin asked.

"Your head.", Gandalf answered.

That did not please Thorin Oakenshield well when he heard that and it unease Tyrion, nearly spitting out his wine in surprise. It's not the first time someone, a dwarf like him, had a bounty on his head. Before mysteriously ended up in Middle-Earth, he nearly recalled what Lord Varys told him in their last meeting on the ship that his sweet sister the Queen Regent of the Seven Kingdoms ordered the bounty on his head in exchange for a lot of Gold Dragons for a Lannister is a lot worth more than anyone else in Westeros including a lordship with lands, titles, incomes and a castle that he sarcastically suggested that Cersei should offer her cunt instead as the best part of her is the best part of himself.

"Someone wants you dead." Gandalf warned Thorin. That could explain some unsavory characters about to kill Thorin Oakenshield had not Gandalf stepped in, Tyrion rationalized.

"Thorin, you can wait no longer. You are the heir to the throne of Durin. Unite the armies of the Dwarves. Together, you might have the might and power to retake Erebor." Gandalf's suggestion did had an effect on Thorin who felt uneasiness and doubt to what Gandalf just said.

So Thorin Oakenshield is the heir to the throne of Erebor, that might explain the highborn look he possesses. I hope the throne of Durin looks more comfortable than a lot of swords bunched together they call the Iron Throne, the Imp thought.

Gandalf continued to tell Thorin more. "Some of the meeting of the Seven Dwarf Families demand that they stand by their oath."

"The Seven Armies swore their oath to the one who wields the Crown's Jewel. The Arkenstone. It is the only thing that will unite them and in case you had forgotten it has been stolen by Smaug!" Thorin spat back slightly angry over the fact that the seven dwarf families will only follow the one holds the Arkenstone and the dragon named Smaug before he and Gandalf saw the would-be assassins leave the 'Prancing Pony'.

On the other hand, Tyrion had to grasp what he overheard in their conversation. A dragon called Smaug, which the Imp find it not a bad name fit for a fearsome dragon, took Thorin's homeland named Erebor or The Lonely Mountain and stole the dwarf kingdom's most valued treasure, the Arkenstone. Quite strange for a dragon to move independently on its own not since before the Valyrians took control of them with magic and used them in expanding its territory and influence throughout half the world before the Doom of Valyria started with the majority of the dragons dead in the catastrophe and the three remaining were used by the Targaryens to conquer Westeros and the Seven Kingdoms, leading to a small but sustainable rebirth of their species for many many years later before they soon became extinct until Danaerys "Stormborn" Targaryen successfully hatched three newborn dragons of her own, signaling the return of the mighty dragons into the world of men. The Seven Dwarf Families, as Tyrion recalled, assumed to be the sworn bannermen to the throne of Durin and would only answer to the heir if he/she possess the Arkenstone, similar to all the lords of the Seven Kingdoms pledging their fealty to the one who sits on the Iron Throne. The Targaryens, then the Baratheons, and secretly the Lannisters.

"What if I were to help you reclaim it?" Gandalf asked in an offer Thorin could not possibly refuse.

"How? The Arkenstone lies a half a world away. Buried beneath the feet of the fire-breathing dragon." Thorin doubted Gandalf's ability to retake the Crown's Jewel despite his reputation and status as the Wizard, though he has yet to see what his grey-robed elderly friend is capable of.

"Yes, it does. Which is why we are going to need a burglar." Gandalf said in somewhat a small smirk on his face Tyrion had noticed. A burglar? Hmm...wise words Gandalf, Tyrion mentally applauded. The Imp know a thing or two about burglars. Thieves who come and steal anything worth the value from unwary victims, most of them occur in King's Landing or by the kingsroad.

Thorin was finally convinced of the Grey Wizard's words but notices Tyrion looking at him and Gandalf before the said person turned away his head to resume his meal. "It would appear that someone is eavesdropping in our conversation, Gandalf." as he was about to draw his blade on the Imp, suspecting he may be an enemy spy.

Curses! He blew it. He was careless and went too far with the eavesdropping! He gotten himself involved with Gandalf's business and there's no turning back now. Tyrion gulped nervously at Thorin's killing intent but Gandalf intervened.

"Stay your blade, Thorin Oakenshield. I was going to tell you sooner about a certain companion of mine I brought along to Bree after this but it seemed the time is now. Tyrion, I present to you Thorin Oakenshield, heir to the throne of Durin and Erebor, King Under the Mountain."

Tyrion got himself out from his chair and greeted Thorin Oakenshield in a polite manner reserved for any lords or ladies back in King's Landing. "Greeting, Lord Thorin Oakenshield, rightful King Under the Mountain and heir to the throne of Durin. I am Tyrion of Clan Lannister, son of Tywin Lannister. Forgive me for my eavesdropping, my lord. It was not of ill intent but Gandalf allowed me to have my small meal of my own in private before he introduced me to you."

"Apologies accepted Tyrion, son of Tywin of Clan Lannister. Strange, that you addressed me as a lord instead of a king. Care to explain?" Thorin looked at Tyrion in a suspicious eye as the Lannister dwarf made a slight ahem to clear his throat to talk. The size of Tyrion is quite doubting if he was really a dwarf because he was a little too short to be one but looking at his eyes appeared that Tyrion is from nobility and he heard nothing about a dwarf clan named Lannister, Thorin thought.

"As you now, Lord Thorin. From where I came from, we address those of highborn origin as 'my lord' and 'my lady' and by the common folk 'm'lord' and 'm'lady'. And to the king of the land I hailed from is 'Your Grace'. I speak no offense but you are not king yet until you retake Erebor which is yours by right of course. Clan Lannister is the name of the family I was born into, probably from among us fellow dwarves scattered around the land after the loss of the Lonely Mountain I wasn't there because I wasn't been brought into the world yet by my dear mother and it would appear that Gandalf was right in recruiting me in such a noble plan of his and yours too." Tyrion explained with courtesy, in hopes Thorin might not distrust him and made a little white lie to go on with his story.

Thorin was convinced, knowing the fact that once united Dwarven people were scattered throughout the lands of men and settled in new homes since Smaug's takeover of Erebor and was surprised that some dwarves would go really that far beyond the continents and asked more of Tyrion. "Aye it would seem. And do you have a trade in your services, Tyrion?"

"Ah, yes. I had the experience being the acting adviser and second in command of the king I once served, managing the affairs of the realm and then the head of the kingdom's currency to deal with its financial issues." Tyrion explained referring to his past roles as the acting Hand of the King by his lord father, which he did a very good job at it before he lost it at the end of the Battle of the Blackwater Bay when his father returned to King's Landing to assume his official post and later on the Master of Coin, although being good at spending money throughout his life, Tyrion managed to cope with his new position and sought ways to manage the crown's coffers, only to discover the Iron Throne's massive debt to the Iron Bank of Bravoos and eventually lose it when King Joffrey Baratheon, the vicious nephew of his, was poisoned in his wedding feast with Queen Margaery Tyrell and oh dear his sweet sister ordered his arrest.

"Impressive. You might have a place among my council and among the Seven Dwarf Families eventually Eight once Erebor is retaken if you earned it well Tyrion, son of Tywin. Can you wield a weapon?" Thorin was somewhat impressed of Tyrion's talents of managing the affairs of the land he hailed from as well as managing the currency. He might prove beneficial for the dwarven kingdom after they retake it from the fire-breathing dragon Smaug of course.

"Yes of course I'd be honored to be a part of your council Lord Thorin once the Lonely Mountain is retaken for what is rightfully yours if I earned such a generous privilege as well as becoming part of the Seven, I mean Eight Dwarf Families once I found a suitable highborn wife and take my father's clan name as the name of my Dwarf Family. As for wielding a weapon, an axe to be exact. Once chopped a man's leg off guard and killed him in the chest afterwards and killed a few some more before I got a scar in my face. And also in one occasion, I killed a man with a shield once, bashing it into his face until it became a real bloody mess. Also I'm good with the crossbow I had with me which I'm quite a good shot myself. And I can read books too. Lots of books. Knowledge is power.", Tyrion said with pride as a Lannister should be, while relishing the thought of starting his fortune from scratch after all. The thought of becoming one of the Seven-no, Eight Dwarf Families with the title of lordship in his own right with the dwarf common folk to rule over well, an army of his own probably among the Eight Dwarf Armies, a castle fit for a lord, a new fortune much more worth than Casterly Rock, and...a wife who can truly loved him for who he was like Tysha several years ago. The name of her saddens Tyrion mentally, wishing she was here in Middle-Earth pondering the thought of his father's last words before killing him with the crossbow 'Wherever whores go'.

Tyrion's words pleases the son of Thrain even more. At least he can defend himself when the quest to retake Erebor begin but he had to rally the company first and also hire the burglar Gandalf mentioned. Tyrion must prove himself to him to follow him til the very end. However, he wants to know more of the golden-haired dwarf Gandalf brought along with him especially the strange weapon but the time is not now and will come eventually.

"Now that there's now a clear understanding between us. We should begin preparations for the quest to retake the Lonely Mountain" Gandalf finally spoke as he was more than happy to see Thorin to be more understandable of Tyrion as if they are like brothers in kind.

"Right, Gandalf. I will gather the company and where do we meet and find this burglar?" Thorin asked.

"Why, to the Shire of course. After we gather at his home, there we deliver the terms and rewards for the burglar in exchange for his services and hospitality where he lives" The Grey Wizard answered. Shire? Another town I believe. Hopefully it's not raining like in Bree, Tyrion wondered.

Feeling a slight nervous of the word 'hospitality' mentioned in Gandalf's words, Tyrion spoke. "And how would we know that this... burglar we'll hire for this quest might guarantee our safety underneath his roof. I have a bad feeling about this Gandalf. Burglars are unruly and untrustworthy characters if you do not know who you are dealing with."

"No need to worry Tyrion, our burglar is a fine lad and a friendly person. He can take kindly well to guests. I've been there at his home in the Shire for several occasions. I can assure you that you'll be fine in his home and also he has food and wine. Lots of it." Gandalf assuring the Imp. This eases the Lannister dwarf for a while but he'll have to keep his guard up just in case.

"I must be off Gandalf and Tyrion son of Tywin. We'll meet again in the Shire once the company is assembled. It may take time but I'll be there nonetheless. Farewell." Thorin then got out from his table and left the 'Prancing Pony' with a spark of hope rekindled in his eyes, leaving Gandalf and Tyrion behind as the two finished their meals with Gandalf paying for them and before they leave Bree on their way to the Shire, facing the rains again.

"By the way Gandalf, who is the name of our burglar we'll be searching for in the Shire?" Tyrion asked, as he put on his cloak and grabbed his crossbow.

Gandalf, readying his hat and took his staff, simply smiled at Tyrion and answered. "His name is Bilbo Baggins, master of Bag End."

And so Tyrion's unexpected journey in Middle-Earth begins with the Imp and Gandalf the Grey leaving Bree on a trip to the Shire...

Author's Note: I finally created a fanfic inspired from a meme in Facebook of Galadriel saying "Even the smallest person can change the course of the future" and Tyrion smiled in response, a little imagination of my own with Tyrion feasting and drinking with Thorin and Company at Bilbo's hobbit-hole (I'll put that in the next chapter! ;) hehehe), and another meme called "Tyrion and Company" with the Company of Dwarves with Tyrion replacing Thorin Oakenshield as their leader (and I laughed). Poor Tyrion, no brothels and whores for him in Middle-Earth! Hehehe.

I made a few little or some mix between GoT and ASOIAF in this chapter if you what I mean if you GoT good eyes. XD.

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