An Unexpected Hobbit - Reader Insert

Sleepy Hobbit and the 13 Also-Sleepy Dwarves

"These are Rhosgobel Rabbits," Radagast grinned. "I'd like to see them try."

And that is how Radagast, riding his rabbit sleigh, shot out of the forest yelling, "Come and get me!" He instantly attracted a group of Wargs' attention. One barked, and then they started to chase the wizard.

Once they disappeared on the horizon, Gandalf gestured for the group to move. "Come on!" he whispered. (Name) dashed out of their hiding spot behind a rock along with the others and sprinted across the rocky plains. In the distance, she spotted a Warg trip over its own feet in its chase. Keeping to rocks, the group made it a good 20 yards.

"Where are you taking us?" Thorin demanded Gandalf.

"Come on!" was his only answer. Once again, the company ran to the next outcropping of rock. (Name)'s heart thumped against her ribs in an unstable pattern; her eyes were trying to scope out any nearby Wargs. Then a thump sounded from the rock jutting out above her head, and she glanced upwards. An orc sitting upon a Warg was scanning the plains in front of him for the dwarves, unaware that they were under his feet. Thorin glanced at Kili, meeting his gaze, and he nodded. The short haired dwarf nocked an arrow and aimed it up at the Warg. He stepped out and swiftly let go of the bowstring.

With a wail of pain, the Warg fell along with the orc almost on top of (Name). She jumped to the side just before they hit the ground. The dwarves quickly descended on the monsters, killing them in a couple strikes. Gandalf hobbled off quickly towards yet another rock, then seemed to disappear.

The howls of the Warg were loud - definitely loud enough to alert the other orcs to the group's presence. Heads turned in the direction of the company.

"Run, run!" Thorin hollered, taking off in the direction that Gandalf did. The Wargs effortlessly caught up in just a couple strides, surrounding the dwarves. (Name) held up her sword, visibly shaking. "Kili! Shoot them!"

Kili followed Thorin's directions and starting firing arrows at the wolf-beasts. "Where is Gandalf?!" he yelled.

"He has abandoned us!" Dwalin answered, hacking at another Warg.

"Hold your ground!" Thorin ordered, just before he caught sight of a pale orc. The Pale Orc.

Gandalf suddenly reappeared in the center of the chaos, almost knocking (Name) over. Shooting her a glance, he called, "This way, you fools! All of you, quickly now!" Still facing the orcs, one by one, the dwarves hopped into the little hole near the rock. Gandalf muttered numbers under his breath as he counted each dwarf, which (Name) somehow found funny. When it was her turn, the girl closed her eyes, ignoring her racing breaths, and jumped.

Smooth stone caught her, making her already bruised backside sting, and she slid down the narrow tunnel like a slide. It was pitch black and she couldn't see a thing. Holding her sword like a lifesaver, (Name) hurtled down the tunnel.

After what felt like eras of panic went by, (Name) popped out of the round hole, going flying for a moment and landing on a growing pile of dwarves. She realized that soon Thorin and Gandalf would come tumbling down, and to spare herself that embarrassment, the girl rolled off the pile. Standing up and brushing herself off, she was just in time to watch Gandalf slide out of the tunnel and somehow land on his feet, followed by Thorin.

"You're stepping on my beard," Bifur groaned. (Name) wasn't paying attention to him, though - her attention had been stolen away by the beauty of the landscape. Below the tiny cliff that the company stood on there was a large valley. A waterfall fell from another cliff to her left, and the lake below it flowed into a river, leading into a majestic castle made of white and gold. All of it was shining brightly, as if the sun had given part of its light to this civilization itself.