1,432 words, sorry it's so long. There will be a part 3, so don't worry. I have more parts in this book and the Sherlock book coming soon! Enjoy!
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(Y/n) Oakenshield, Queen under the mountain, sat in a chair in her royal chambers. She stressfully rubbed her temple with her left hand, whilst holding an ink-dry quill in her right. Her right hand was poised gracefully above the parchment that lay on her desk, but no words had been penned. (Y/n) could not think of a word to tell her friend Bilbo Baggins, as if someone had stopped up her usually flowing imagination with a cork. She had so many things to say, and so few words in which to put them.
The Arkenstone had mysteriously gone missing, Thorin was very slowly slipping into madness, and she herself was with child.
(Y/n) gently smoothed her hand over her largely swollen belly, her growing infant having been in the womb for 6 months now.
She sighed and set the quill down, temporarily giving up on this task. Hormones were causing her brain to become a little fuzzy, and she didn't want to overstress herself unnecessarily.
"We need some fresh air, don't we, little one?" she said to herself and her unborn child, smiling down at her pregnant stomach. She heaved herself out of the chair, and waddled to the doorway, eventually reaching the end of the corridor and turned left, continuing down the hallway that would lead to the royal gardens.
Once she arrived, she took a deep, deep breath, soaking in the smells of newly bloomed flowers, fresh herbs, and slightly damp grass and soil basking in the warm sunshine. (Y/n) suddenly jumped, feeling her baby kick her from the inside. She laughed and rubbed her belly lovingly as the infant continued to push its feet against its mother's stomach and kick her in the ribs. She winced a bit, but didn't mind too much. At least I'm not trying to sleep this time, she thought.
As she walked around the gardens, occasionally bending down to smell the sweet fragrance of the flowers (as far as she could, that is) and greeting the royal guards, she started to hear a strange sound coming from the West Garden. She slowly made her way from the North Garden where she was to the West, and heard it again.
woosh
wwooossshhh
"What is that?" she wondered aloud.
Before she could figure out what could possibly be making that odd noise, a bright light exploded naught but a few yards away from (y/n). She shrieked and shielded her face with her arms and braced her feet, as a strong gust of wind nearly blew her over.
The light faded and the wind stopped, but the Queen didn't move from her protective position until she heard yet another noise, this time a bit more recognizable.
A voice.
"Uuuhhhrrrrnhh.....Ssshhhherlock......" someone groaned.
(Y/n) slowly moved her arms from her face, and was shocked to see two strangely dressed men lying in her garden. She knew she had to be cautious, especially since she was carrying the heir of Erebor, but she felt a strange compelling want to help them. They seemed to be confused or in some sort of dilemma.
"What?..." the other man groaned. Since they were lying on the ground and attempting to stand, (y/n) could not see which voice belonged to which man.
The taller man with the nice coat and black curls turned around to face the stunned pregnant woman. He straightened his deep blue scarf and smiled as his shorter, blond companion rubbed his forehead, squinting. "Sorry about the intrusion, ma'am. We mean no harm, we just uh..." He stopped, staring at the height (or rather, lack of height) of the woman standing before him. "Are..are you a dwarf?"
His shorter companion slapped his arm, a frustrated and slightly angry expression on his slightly...familiar face. "Sherlock!" he yelled in a whisper. "You can't just ask someone if they're a dwarf!"
"Not good?"
"No!! Not good!! ...Besides, it's not 'dwarf,' it's 'little people.'"
(Y/n)'s eyes snapped with a fiery light. "'Little people?!'" She tried not to yell. "I am a dwarf and proud of it!!"
"S-sorry, miss," the blond muttered, earning a smug look from the taller man.
"Anyway, like I was saying, we are here because um...well, we got here by uh..we-"
"Appeared in my garden out of nowhere?" (Y/n) asked sarcastically with an eyebrow raised.
"Exactly," the tall man smiled.
"What sort of witchcraft is this?"
"Wi-Witchcraft?" the blond man stuttered confusedly. He shook his head. "No no, no..witchcraft. We um..fell through a..portal of some kind.." He caught a glimpse of the Queen's face and chuckled nervously. "I know it sounds quite unbelievable, but it's true. And it seems we are now in a..different..world? Sherlock," he said, turning to his companion, "what is going on?"
"No idea, John."
"So your names, they are Sherlock and John?" (Y/n) asked, looking intensely at John's face.
"Yes," John answered, a bit taken aback by the sheer intensity of (y/n)'s gaze.
"You look like a friend of mine," she said slowly. "Do you happen to know a hobbit by the name of Bilbo Baggins, John?"
He pursed his lips and shook his head. "Sorry, no."
She nodded and winced a bit as her unborn child kicked her in the ribs again, and rubbed her swollen stomach. "So, what is this..'portal' of which you speak?"
"Well, we're not sure, but it has something to do with this...'Arkenstone'" he muttered and pulled it out of his coat pocket, holding it out to (y/n) for her to see.
Her eyes widened at the word, and even more so at the sight of the precious stone. "Mahal!" she shrieked, so loud that it not only caused Sherlock and John to jump, but also two of the guards from the West Gate to rush to the trio, thinking that their beloved Queen was in danger.
(Y/n) snatched the Arkenstone out of Sherlock's hand, and grinned widely at the sight of the gem. "Oh Mahal, I thought it was lost forever!"
"Oi! What's going on over here?" one of the guards yelled as they reached (y/n), Sherlock, and John.
The other guard placed a hand on (y/n)'s shoulder. "Are you alright, Your Majesty? Should I fetch the Ki-" he started, but caught sight of the previously lost Arkenstone in her hands.
"No! Is that really it, Your Majesty?!" he cried in astonishment.
"Your Majesty?.." John mumbled in confusion. "You..you're a.....princess?"
The first guard's gaze on the two hardened, now focused on John. "Insolent human! This is none other than (y/n), Queen under the mountain, wife of Thorin Oakenshield, King under the mountain! You will address her with the respect that she deserves!"
(Y/n) smiled softly at the guard and their guests. "It's alright Rali, they do not know our customs. They are obviously not from here," she said, gesturing to Sherlock's and John's clothes. "But could you please fetch King Thorin? Tell him the Arkenstone has been found, and that he has guests to thank for it."
The guards nodded and left. (Y/n) smiled at the two much taller men. "Please, have a seat," she chirped politely, waving her hand toward carved stone benches that sat amongst beautiful flower beds. "My husband will be here soon."
"Thank you," John accepted gratefully as he and Sherlock sat on a bench carefully, as they were a tad small.
(Y/n) herself sat on an adjacent bench, easing herself slowly onto the stone, one hand on the seat and one on her stomach. "So," she groaned as she finally settled down, "where exactly are you two from? Bree? Minas Tirith, perhaps by some small chance?"
"No," Sherlock shook his head. "We are from London."
(Y/n) squinted. "Llllondon..." she said the word slowly, it being a foreign word on her tongue. "Is that anywhere near Dunland?"
John shook his head.
"Dul Guldôr?"
"No," Sherlock denied.
"It's in England," John offered.
(Y/n) shook her head. "I've read and studied many maps of Middle Earth and never once have I heard of these places of which you speak."
"Speaking of which, where are we?" John inquired.
(Y/n) have a small laugh. "Why, you are in Erebor, John of England!"
At that moment, before anyone could react, Thorin burst through the huge gates, rushing towards the strangers and his pregnant wife. "(Y/n)!! Are you alright? Where's the Arkenstone?!"
(Y/n) smirked. This would take a lot of explaining.