A/N: Before we start I want to just make a few things clear for everyone. First of all this fanfic is indeed a Dwalin/OC, but I will involve some competition from the others in the story. I also wanted to make it clear that I am also going to be doing a few things differently from all the other OC stories/coming-from-another-world stories you've read. Another thing is what you're most likely going to expect happen, will probably not happen. I want to make this much more original than all the other's I've read. Finally there will be chapters that are rated M! And I will put out a warning but won't tell you why there's a warning, just to be cautious since an explanation usually take's the twist away from the story. That's all, please read on!

Chapter One

Freedom in Disguise

Pain erupted from her form, almost like a nuclear bomb went off inside of her as her vision turned white and red with pain. She couldn't think, and couldn't move; it was too painful for her to concentrate. And even as she laid there in the lush grass, her eyes trained up at the world above her; the normal colored sky, the trees that cowering over her, she still didn't pay any mind to it. Pain. That was all her mind seemed to register.

A sharp deep gasp busted from her throat, causing her vocal cords to vibrate as she gained some oxygen, taking it greedily in her lungs. And it was only then, while she breathed deeply, and while her body got over the sharp pain scattering throughout her limbs, did she finally realize just where she was. Somewhere deep within the wilderness, where she could clearly see the ground has been untouched by human's corrupting hands, and where the trees grew so tall you could mistake them for mountains, and the grass so pure it was a vibrant green.

Where ever she was, it was definitely beautiful. Though, even as she gaped at the beauty surrounding her, for once taking full advantage of the beauty's of nature, her heart started to panic. She had no idea where she was, or how she even got here. The last thing she remembered was waking up in her warm bed, about to get ready for school. But now, she was suddenly here in the woods, in the middle of nowhere, with only the clothes on her back, and the chapstick in her pocket. Other than that, she knew nothing more. Of course she remembered her name and her home life as well as her social life, but she couldn't seem to recall just how she came to be here.

Sighing as she ran a hand through her silky hair, she recalled everything she knew about herself, for once in her life questioning whether or not it was real. Her name is Tati, short for her real name Tatiana, which she remembered she hated. She's seventeen years old, and back home she had a mother and a stepdad, who she loathed greatly; the scars that dug deep into the entire canvas of her forearm, and the marking feeling deep within the depths of her being was proof enough.

Moving up to sit, she looked around again, not finding a trail or anything that could've led her to this exact spot. And even though she felt some relief that she was far away from the people that used to haunt her, at the same time she felt terrified she had never gone out by herself. Even being seventeen, she never left home to go on hikes, parties, or things like that; only leaving for school and whenever she had to go to the store, and sometimes she left to go spend time at the local park, which was always abandoned at night; just how she liked it.

But now, she was all alone, with on herself to rely on, unless there would be someone to cross her path, but from where she could see she was, it was highly unlikely for Tati. The odds were definitely not in her favor this time.

Finally, she stood up, her legs acting like jelly as she attempted to keep her balance, trying to do anything and everything in her power not to fall over. It seemed like the pain was still there, lingering on her back and painting over her legs. The girl was not quite sure why she was in pain in the first place, but she felt as if she had fallen off a cliff, and onto the depths of a rocky shore.

"Ah!" she gasped when the pain intensified and just like that she was falling, crying out even more as the pain worsened. She panted a bit, almost like breathing away the agony, and laid on the ground. Instead of wondering why she hurt so much, she focused on another sore subject that seemed to have punched her in the chest.

"Just w-where am I-I," Tati asked, perplexed. Her once frozen over waterfall suddenly wanted to burst from her eyes, begging to be released as it clawed at her eye lids. She was petrified, alone, and lost, that was enough to make her cry after keeping her eyes dry for years while she had been living with her mother and stepfather.

She almost considered calling out for someone, yet at the same time she wasn't stupid enough to do so; she knew she could attract unwanted ears as well as help. Besides her immense social anxiety kept her from doing so, as if her world would fall apart if she did. Instead of calling attention to some help, she pushed herself up on her forearms, and started to crawl towards a nearby tree that could give her some support. I guess this must be payback for not participating in gym, her thoughts chastised, embarrassing thinking of her lonesome self standing at the corner of the gymnasium. She never saw the dazzle of playing sports or staying fit; most of the time it seemed too barbaric, especially when there were the kids who seemed to enjoy hitting others as hard as they can in their face.

"Are you alright dear," a kind elderly voice asked, interrupting Tati's concentration, and her journey to the tree. She glanced up towards the voice, feeling slightly relived about the shown help, yet she eyed him suspiciously and with fear she always felt towards new people; his clothes were quite strange but she guessed maybe he was a nearby LARPer, or maybe a convention was nearby. The older man had long gray hair, accompanied with a long gray beard, his eyes shined with wisdom, something that was rare these days as well as the era she lives in. He wore a strange long gray rode, which dusted against the ground elegantly, but that wasn't the most unusual thing about him. It had to be the hat he wore on his head and the thing he held in his hand. The hat looked to be a pointed witch hat that girls wore on Halloween, or possibly a wizard hat from those silly movies that Tati never seemed to have liked, and in his hands he held an elegant staff that looked almost too real to be a fake, with a glittering stone on the top.

Finally after a couple moments, despite her natural instinct to recoil from the man, Tati saw the kindness that resided in his irises, and for some reason, felt as if she could speak to him with feeling ashamed. She knew she had to get help soon, especially since she could practically feel more purple marks growing on her skin. "No, c-c-could you p-please help me s-sir," Tati asked politely, wincing as more pain erupted when she shifted her bones.

"What happened, are you hurt," he now asked, crouching down to her level as he inspected her body in the most honorable way she had ever seen. Most men Tati had been around with, thanks to her stepfather, had been quite lecherous, not matter how much younger she was to them. It always made her shudder whenever she replayed those moments in her mind, but instead of lingering on useless thoughts, Tati turned her full attention back onto the man, grateful he at least stopped to ask if she was fine; if this person had actually wanted to take advantage of her, they would've used the time she had been vulnerable to do so, yet, that didn't mean she wasn't going to keep an eye on him.

"I, uh, fell, an-and now I'm i-in p-pain," she said, inwardly flinching at her lie; Tati had always been a terrible liar, she just did not like the feel of it on her tongue. She felt like telling him that she didn't know how she got here, but woke up with indescribable pain, but she knew at the same time she could be considered insane for stating something like this.

"Where does it hurt the most, dear," he asked, concern slightly darkening his wise features.

"M-my back and m-my legs."

He reached his hands down and apologized, stating he had to move her clothes around to find possible wounds. Even terrified the girl understood, and slightly nodded her head; Tati forced herself to move to give him better access, hissing through her clenched teeth as her body shifted. She tried to breath calmly as he inspected her back and her legs, but had hard time doing so for the pressure in her chest was increasing by the passing moments, making tears prick her eyes as her lungs lacked more and more oxygen. It wasn't until another few seconds that Tati started gasping, her throat constricted, and as quick as lighting, the older man moved her to a better position that allow air to fill her lungs, but before she could thank him, or even guess what had happened, Tati was surrounded by shadows.

OOO

To say Gandalf was surprised when he found a wounded girl in the woods was an understatement. He had just been traveling through the wilderness, towards The Shire to search for a certain man named Bilbo Baggins, that he had always found adventurous that most hobbits at his youthful age, and hoped the now slightly older hobbit would still be interested in sharing this experience with him, and being their designated burglar. But then he came upon an intriguing girl, who looked as if she lived in a kingdom far, far from where Middle Earth, which was more than impossible.

At first he had been wary approaching her, for he knew how dangerous the forest could be, and how deceiving people could be. But then he saw the genuine terror in her eyes, and could almost feel how much pain she was in, and she proved to be sincere when he approached, for she watched him with cautious eyes, like he was more of a threat than her, which was true in some aspects. Then, he noticed the clothing she wore, and knew she must've stuck out like a sore thumb in any place/race of being she's ever visited. Instead of her of black tresses falling down her back like how most girls had it, it stopped a couple inches under her collar bone, and wasn't fixed with any braids or anything at all like most woman did; it was just plainly down with waves accentuating it.

Then there were her clothes, which were quite odd towards him. He rarely ever saw woman wearing trousers as strange as hers, or trousers in general, and wearing such a showing off, loose shirt that lacked sleeves except for two small straps on her shoulders, which was something that he had never seen before except on night clothes, but even those were considered scandalous.

She wasn't from around here, and that much was clearly obvious. She seemed more worried about her injuries and him than of the true danger of orcs, and other monstrous creatures. In fact, this black haired girl seemed more lost than anything else, like she didn't know how she got here, which could be the case. From the extent of her wounds, which weren't as major as being stabbed, they still could've caused enough damage to cause memory loss.

In truth, Gandalf wasn't sure what to think, but he knew in his right mind that he couldn't just leave the girl here, especially since he could tell she was in need of medical care.

The older man crouched down, grunting as he lifted up the girl. I am getting too old for this, his thoughts grumbled grumpily, as he continued a new journey to the nearest town; Bree. He wasn't sure if there was much to do for her, except let the poor girl rest, for most of the damage consisted of large, dark bruises covering a huge amount of her body, especially on her back and legs. But when she started gasping, he realized one of the ribs might be fractured, and adding pressure to her lungs, hence the reason why she had passed out; from the lack of oxygen caused by the immobilization of her lungs.

Adjusting his grip, he moved forward, determination filling him as he continued onwards on his path, just hoping that the random girl in his arms would stay alive till he got a trained professional to heal her.

OOO

It seemed like forever until he reached Bree, and Gandalf could slowly feel his age catching up to him, which only happened rarely now a day. For the kind of person he was, these types of things weren't usually a daily basis.

When entering the town he was greeted by a large amount of judging stares and scowls, some were more focused on Gandalf, thinking he was the culprit for her injurious, though a majority of the men lingering their eyes upon her flesh, nearly drooling at the sight of her smooth fair skinned, and her more exposed body. It made Gandalf furious and have the sudden need to defend her honor, but altogether, her health was most important right now, so he ignored the lecherous stares, and quickly moved over to the physicians place, having been there before. He knew the man was actually a good man, compared to the rest of the town which seemed to be his counterpart, and he also knew the physician was also good at his job, it made Gandalf glad he had someone to trust in this shady place. But even as it was shady, he had to admit, the place was quite lively and usually not only consisted of humans, but an occasional dwarf and maybe a hobbit or two, adding diversity compared to all the other places you would come across.

"Jack, are you in," he asked, opening the door gingerly and with much struggle for the girl still laid in his arms, still unconscious. Gandalf looked around, finding the said man hunched over his table, working on making some kind of odd color elixir. It made the other man inwardly sigh, knowing his long time friend Jack was starting to let his age catch up to him. Since Jack is human, he aged faster than other races, and even as Gandalf didn't want to dwell on it, he knew at some point everyone die's and it was just a matter of time for Jack to do so too. Jack's hearing was now weaker than ever before, even weaker than the last time Gandalf had visited him, and he was becoming more forgetful now a day.

Trying not to focus on such a topic, the wizard quickly cleared his throat and made his voice a little louder, catching the ears of the other man. "Jack," Gandalf greeted shortly, smiling softly at his old friend.

"Ah, Gandalf, I didn't hear you come in. It's been a while old friend," Jack greeted back, smiling just as kindly. He quickly took in his friend's appearance, and noted the unconscious girl lying in his arms, making Jack frown. "What's this? Is she alright," he asked, putting on his speckles as he came over, increasingly worried about the unnamed girl. Jack had always been worried about any kind of harmed person who came in here; it was natural to do so.

"I found her in the woods, and though I talked to her, it was rather brief and she passed out," Gandalf answered in his gruff and aged voice, placing the girl upon the table for Jack to do his work.

"Let me see what I've got here," he answered back, looking over her injuries. He noted the dark bruises all over her body, mostly on her back, and saw that one of her ribs were messed up, pressing against one of her lungs, which was causing a lack of oxygen to reach her body especially when she was in certain body positions. And secretly, he noted in the back of his head, the scars which lay upon her forearms. They weren't too obvious for they didn't stick up dramatically like battle scars, yet, there were still there, and most likely permanent. From the angle of the slice, Jack could tell it was self inflicted, though he could only recall one other case where he had seen scars like these, but it was on man rather than woman who were still going through the trauma of accidental murder.

Even though Jack wanted to know desperately why she had those scars, he instead focused on helping her as much as he could. He pressed a hand against her starched forehead, shaking his head sadly. He really needed to get rid of that fever first.

To be continued…

A/N: Thank you for reading, please review/follow/favorite! I know the first chapter is kind of slow, but I promise the other one's will be more sped up!

Random Fact: The only thing Tati cares about is her pet cat.