A/N: Hello! Welcome back to Crash and Burn. This is the fifth chapter of this story and I hope you enjoy it! This is my first Hobbit story and I've only seen the movies so I'm sort of basing my timeline with the movies timeline.

*Notice*: I would like to let everyone know that I am in search for a co-author/Beta Reader or someone who'd just like to help me get my ideas in check and all that stuff. So if you're interested PM me please! :)

Summary: (AU where Tolkien never wrote the books and no movies were made) A girl falls into the world of Middle Earth, a place her mother would tell her stories of when she was younger. A place she never thought actually existed. "I mean those stories; they were all just fairy tales, right?" "No, they weren't." Kili x OC

Now, I know there are quite a few stories in which a girl from "our" world falls into Middle Earth but I will try to make the storyline as unique and different as possible which with my character I think it will be. Alright that's quite enough of my blabbering.

Disclaimer: Obviously I don't own The Hobbit; I only own my OC's and their storyline.

I always have to wake up to screaming. I can't be woken by nice singing or Ryan Gosling with breakfast. Nope Rosa gets woken up by screaming.

As I get closer to the kitchen I hear a voice, a new voice, speaking.

" –the dragon Smaug has not been seen for sixty years"

Immediately my mind completely ignores the fact that dragons exist and goes to wondering if Mushu got a name change. He was always a sneaky little shit.

I come closer to the entrance and peek in. The new voice man – dwarf, sorry, was now yelling, again. All eyes were glued to him, I glance over at Kili and his eyes are open with wonder staring at this dwarf with a large smile on his face.

There go my ovaries. No, shut up brain I'm never going to see these people again after I leave so drop this mushy shit.

I hear cheering as I continue to stare at him, and Balins voice pulls me out of my reverie. I move my eyes slowly to look at him when I catch Fili smirking at me, before his eyes dart to Kili. I glower at him from behind the arch of the doorway and stick my tongue out when he grins.

Suddenly I notice the whole company is looking at me and slowly the dwarf sitting at the front turns to face me. Gandalf raises his arms and waves for me to come in. I ignore the black haired dwarfs piercing stare and instead place myself not too far from Gandalf.

"This is Miss Rosalia Amaro" he says.

"Rosalia, may I introduce to you Thorin Oakenshield."

Hm, nice name. Why does he look familiar?

He turns to Gandalf with a hard look. "You never mentioned a woman would be coming on this quest."

Gandalf turns to me with a mischievous sparkle in his eye. "Miss Amaro will only accompany us until we can leave her with someone who can help with her … situation."

I snort loudly. Yes, because being transported to a completely different world is just a "situation". Thorin raises an eyebrow at me before turning to Gandalf and nodding.

"Fine, but I will not bring the woman along further than necessary."

The woman! I was given a name, grumpy use it. My mouth is open and a protest on the tip of my tongue but a hard look from Gandalf makes me close my mouth and resume glaring a hole into the wall, somewhat hoping to set fire to it.

I have a sneaking suspicion that Thorin and Dwalin will not be very welcoming travelling companions during my stay in … Mighty Earth? Meddle Earth? Ah, Middle Earth yes that's the one.

I continue to tune out the rest of the conversation and my mind begins to whirl out of control, replaying the events that have taken place in the past few days. Will I even be able to get home? What was with that tomb, anyways? Well, Amaro is sort of a common name. There could be hundreds of Amaro's; it doesn't mean that we're related. But this kid was a Prince! I think I'd know if I was related to a prince. I mean I'm definitely pretty enough to be royal. Oh just shut up!

"I wasn't saying anything, Miss." whispers Bilbo from my side.

I jump as my heart flies into my throat and place a hand on my chest as an attempt to calm the rapid beating. I stare at Bilbo and let loose a chuckle before patting his shoulder.

"Bilbo, you scared the living shit out of me." I say and watch his barely concealed reaction to my words amusedly.

"I certainly hope not, I already have to clean the mud tracks!" he mutters angrily and that was all it took for my resolve to burst. Soon enough I was choking a laugh into my fist and tears had begun to gather at the corners of my eyes. The entire room was fixated on me at that moment and I cleared my throat before waving them off dismissively. I'm pretty sure Thorin was ready to strangle me and we hadn't even started travelling yet.

Once I composed myself I noticed Bilbo being practically interrogated over his skills.

"Me? A burglar? Oh no, no, no, I've never stolen a thing in my life." He stuttered, his hands gripping his suspenders nervously.

"I'd have to agree with Mister Baggins, he's hardly burglar material." Balin says, whilst Bilbo nods his head in agreement behind Thorin.

"Aye, the wild is no place for gentle folk who can neither fight nor fend for themselves." Dwalin's eyes dart over to me after sending Bilbo a piercing stare and I lock eyes with him angrily.

I'll show you gentle folk.

Murmurs break out again around the table, and soon enough the dwarves are shouting again. At this point my back had begun to cramp from being up against the wall so I moved to sit on the edge of the bench right next to Gandalf.

Gandalf rises angrily to his feet, a darkness emanating from around him as he shouts above the dwarves.

"Enough! If I say Bilbo Baggins is a burglar, then a burglar he is." I lean back into the bench and stare at Gandalf for a few seconds, my mouth agape. Not once during our travelling to the shire had I heard him raise his voice or see any of this freaky black shadow stuff come out of him.

Okay, note 1. Do not fuck with Gandalf.

"Hobbits are remarkably light on their feet. In fact, they can pass unseen by most if they choose. And while the dragon is accustomed to the scent of dwarf, hobbits are entirely unknown to him, which gives us a distinct advantage. You asked me to find the fourteenth member of this company and I have chosen Mr. Baggins. There is a lot more to him than appearances suggest, and he's got a great deal more to offer than any of you know, including himself. You must trust me on this." He says with an air of annoyance in his voice.

Thorin grunted his approval, before turning towards me. "However, you have brought along this woman."

I look towards Thorin and I'm about to bite his head off for referring to me as woman again before Gandalf cuts me off.

"Miss Amaro may very well prove useful in this quest if she wishes to participate in it." He calmly says with a smile and reassuring glance in my direction.

With a sigh, Thorin nods in Balin's direction and I have a large document pushed in front of me along with a quill.

I glare hard at the document in front of me. I just wanna go home, not go on some stupid quest. I mutter under my breath as my eyes scan the paper quickly.

It seems Bilbo happened to have read much quicker than I had and already reached the part about funeral arrangements and possible causes of much pain and death because he was growing paler by the second.

Incineration. Laceration. Sounds delightful! Not like I was planning on getting that far anyways.

I quickly scribble my name at the bottom of the sheet and slide the document back towards Balin.

"But, lass you haven't even read the section detailing the funeral arrangements and compensation." Balin begins.

"Ah, never cared for the terms and conditions anyways. Just click agree and move on!" I laugh at my own joke and look at the blank faces of those around me for a smile or giggle. After not receiving one for some time I shuffle back into the seat and grumble.

As I'm staring up at the ceiling I hear the distinct thud of someone hitting the ground and turn to be faced with an unconscious Bilbo on the ground in the hallway.

"Hey, my joke wasn't THAT bad was it?" I say a look of disbelief on my face. I catch Thorin roll his eyes out of my peripherals and sneer in his direction. Sorry for trying to lighten the mood Ebenezer.

"No, I think it was the sight of my brothers' ugly mug that sent poor Mr. Baggins down." Fili leans in next to me and says loud enough for Kili who was standing opposite to me would hear.

"Oi! I'll show you an ugly mug!" Kili shouts as he chases after his fleeing brother.

After a while of standing I realize that I'm alone in the kitchen. The lights look dim and it seems as if it couldn't be any darker while standing under the moonlight filtering in from the window.

I am alone. I am in the dark. I have no one.

Suddenly, a mop of brown hair is before me and I see Kili looking me with a smile.

"Aren't you coming to join us, Miss Amaro?" he grins.

"Rosalia." I almost choke out as my cheeks flare up, god he probably thinks I'm some freak just standing here by myself.

"Coming, Rosalia?" He smiles again and grasps my arm lightly.

I nod and smile, slowly becoming aware that I might not be as alone or in the dark as I thought I was.

And there is the end of chapter 5! We should start moving along after this chapter but I just wanted to set up a bit of how Rosalia is feeling and her mindset right now before we jump straight into all the fun! Anyways lemme know how you like this so far, what you'd like to see anything honestly. Review fuel me to write and due to a review from someone by the name of SlytherinBtch yesterday I ended up finishing this chapter which had been left unfinished for the past two months. So thank you so much for the review and I hope this chapter pleases you! Also I would like to thank anyone that has favorited/followed this story since my last update you guys are amazing.

Until next time.

-TheNightGirl