Okay so I know it's been a long time since I've started any new stories. I love the hobbit and lord of the rings and I finally got inspired to write a fanfic for it. This is going to be based off the movie the hobbit not the book fair warning to everyone. There will be a few changes to events that happen in the movie just because of how I felt about them but hey that's the fun of fanfic. The story will be flipping back and forth between Ingrid, my oc, and Fili's point of views.
Also new update. I'm currently going through and reediting and adding some scenes so if things seem to jump a little between chapter it just means I haven't gotten to the next chapter. Hope you enjoy and leave a review if you did :)
Ingrid paused in front of the next hobbit hole she came across, on the door she saw the small G glowing against the green paint on the door, which meant that this was Bag End. This was place where Gandalf had said they would find their burglar. She adjusted her pack and climbed that short walk way to the large circular door. From inside she could already hear a fair amount of commotion and assumed some of the company had already arrived. Ingrid had been traveling from her home in the Blue Mountains to answer the call. It was her duty to her family and her kin to join the company of Thorin Oakenshield. She grabbed the string that was attached to the door bell and gave it a few firm pulls. The bell rang softly as Ingrid waited for someone to answer the door she gazed out across the Shire. Never in her life had she seen a place like this. It was all soft rolling hills and little river, to here it seemed as good as any place to live. Ingrid couldn't help but enjoy the little hobbit holes that dotted the hill sides. Something about them reminded her of her own people though it was still vastly different. Her thoughts turned to her family, of the mother and father she had left behind and her three younger sisters. Ingrid was pulled from her thoughts when a scuffling sound came from behind the door. A moment later it was pulled open to revile a rather frazzled looking hobbit who was still wearing a dressing gown. He stood only half a head shorter than Ingrid with a mass of brown curls and big pale green eyes. Ingrid straightened up and announced herself,
"Ingrid at your service." She bowed deep at the waist. When she straightened back up the Halfling looked as if he was about to fall over at the sight of her. Ingrid knew little, and even less of hobbits and didn't know exactly how to handle the situation. The hobbit stood with an arm outstretched across the door way as if to try and keep her out. He gave her a closer look then asked rather bluntly,
"Are, are you a woman?" Ingrid flipped her long auburn braid over her shoulder and placed a hand on her hip. It was a normal question and one she was all too familiar with. Ingrid wore men's clothing thick boots, trousers, a tunic, a long thick coat and a heavy belt about her waist which held her sword and dagger. It didn't help that most people would mistake dwarf maids for dwarf men all the time.
"Why yes I am Master Baggins." Just at the moment Kili crossed the entrance hall with a flagon of ale in his hand. He looked over at the door way to see who was there and halted dead in his tracks at the sight of her.
"Ingrid?" He paused and gave her a questionable look. "Ingrid!" He shouted, throwing his arms into the air sloshing ale onto the floor. The hobbit flabbergasted dropped his arms and Ingrid took the opportunity to barrel in past him and embraced her childhood friend. She dropped her pack on the floor as she entered glad to be rid of the weight. Ingrid was also glad to have found the right hobbit hole, after weeks on the road it was good to see other dwarves and be amongst her kin again. Ingrid smiled at her childhood friend embracing him tightly. It had been nearly thirty years since she had last seen either Fili or Kili. She pulled away from Kili then grabbed ahold of his chin to get a better look at him.
"By Durins' beard, look at you." She said, Kili had grown up into a handsome young dwarf. His one flaw though was that he only had a ragged bit of stubble to decorate his chin instead of a full beard.
"Last time I saw you, you were just a little runt trying to grow your first bread. Still having some trouble with that I see." Ingrid gave him a light smack on the jaw. He had always been like a little brother to her and she would try and get every jest in that she could after all she had thirty years of them to make up for. Kili blushed at her remark as the hobbit talked at them, not that they cared to listen. Kili then got a wicked look in his eyes let go of her and yelled back into the room he had come from.
"Fili come out here and see who just crashed the company." She felt the blood rush to her cheeks, it was her turn to blush. During the trip to the shire she had been preparing herself to see Fíli again. She could still remember the last time they had seen each other. They had both been only fifty, children really, it was the day her family was going to move father into the Blue Mountains. She and Fili had slipped away behind the smithy for a few moments alone. Ingrid still remembered the smell of the fires, the secret promises, the rushed kiss. They had been two children rushed into the romance of love but now they were two different people and she had no idea if the dwarf that was about to come through the arch way was the same boy she had missed all these years. Kili was one of the few who knew of their former relationship and he seemed to be relishing in the idea of embarrassing Ingrid. She made note that she would have to get him back for this.
Fili came around the corner a moment later. Having heard his brother yell he was curious as to who it was that had just joined them in Bag End. When he saw the dwarf standing next to his brother he smiled broadened. It had been years since he had seen Ingrid and he couldn't help but marvel how she had changed. Just from looking at her he could tell she wasn't the same awkward girl he had watched ride away all those years ago, she was a true woman now. Her hair was the same auburn red tightly braided down her back and the same emerald green eyes. She lacked any facial hair which was uncommon among even female dwarfs but not unheard of, his brother was proof enough of that. He also couldn't help but notice how she had filled out in the years that had passed either, with a full bust and round hips. Fili also noted the way she held herself, it was strong, a powerful stance, the stance of a warrior. She was still as lovely to him as the day she had left, but those years apart had no doubt changed her as much as they had changed him. A small worry began to crawl forward in his mind, what if she's married or a least intended. Most dwarf maids of her ages and especially one as attractive as her would have had hundreds of suitors asking for her hand. Ingrid would have her pick of the litter and a promise whispered in the woods as a child would mean little to nothing next to a strong dwarf willing to marry her then and there. All the same he reached out his hand and she took it slamming a shoulder into his, the same way they had when they were little, it was as if no time had passed at all.
"It's good to see you, Ingrid." He said with a smile, Fili felt the sting in his shoulder from where she had hit him. She's strong he thought. She met his gaze and smiled back.
"It's good to see you too." She let go of his hand as Kili pushed pass them back into the dining room. Fili slapped a hand on her shoulder,
"Come on give us a hand moving some chairs in or we'll never fit everyone in here." She gave him another quick smile and what he thought was a wink before disappearing into the dining room. Was that a wink? No, you're just imagining things. Ingrid was greeted warmly by Balin and Dwalin. It wasn't much longer till the doorbell rang again. This time however it was Óin, Glóin, Bifur, Bofur, Bombur, Ori, Dori, and Nori who all came crashing into Bag End with Gandalf bringing up the rear. That made up everyone who was going to be in the company except for Thorin who was attending a meeting of the seven dwarf families, so it was to be expected that he would be late. From that point on Bag End was an explosion of chaos. Food was flying out of the pantry, ale was flowing and everyone was laughing, joking and celebrating. At the point when all the food had been drug out of the pantry all thirteen dwarves and Gandalf piled into the dining room. Ale was passed around and the company dug in, food went flying across the table as the dwarves indulged in the hobbit fine fare. Ingrid was sitting between Ori and Dori and was directly across from Fili. Every now and then Fili would catch Ingrid looking at him, though he was sneaking as many glances at her as he could. Finally he decided to challenge her to a drinking match. Let's see how well she can hold her liquor,
"Ingrid let's see if you can keep up." Fili said proudly. He lifted his mug of ale and the gauntlet was thrown. Ingrid was only too happy to oblige, this wasn't the first time she had been challenged and it was certainly not going to be the last. Ingrid had been raised to do what most male dwarves did and running with the boys meant learning to keep your ale down. She matched him drink for drink but five pints in the ale had run dry partially thanks to their own match and the drinking of the others as well.
"I guess we'll just have to call it a draw for now." She yelled across the table just so he could hear her. He smiled back,
"For now." They laughed and turned their attention back to their meals. Ingrid had been afraid that the other members of the company would treat her differently because she was a maiden but they seemed to be glad to have her. They joked and talked with her as much as any other member. She was glad to feel included and not cast out like she had been so many times before. The food continued to vanish from the table as a frustrated Bilbo kept fliting in and out of the already crammed room. Soon enough all the food was gone. Ingrid stood up to stretch out her sore muscles, after walking all day it would be nice to sleep in a warm house. The last warm bed she had seen was at an inn almost a week ago. The company continued to sing and joke until there came a loud knocking at the door and all fell silent. Thorin had arrived, Ingrid felt nervous just at the thought. While the rest of the company may have been willing to accept her in with no reason to, Thorin was another matter entirely. Ingrid had known him only briefly as a child and had been raised on the stories of his great deeds. She knew that she would need to prove herself to him no matter what it took. When I prove myself to him I'll know then that I do truly belong with the company. Ingrid had been longing for the chance to prove to the world and herself that she was a real dwarven warrior.