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No Bilbo or Thorin in this chapter, but lots in the ones to come.

Kindred Spirits

Ch 1 – A New Companion

Gandalf sped along the edge of Mirkwood forest in the first light of the morning. Away from the path, away from the host of disgruntled dwarves and one very frightened hobbit irked by his departure, he pulled his horse up sharply to avoid hitting a huddled figure in the road.

He grumbled under his breath. He didn't have time for this. He needed to get to Dol Goldur. Finding proof of the evil that Radagast had encountered there and proving that it was Sauron was necessary before Elrond, Galadriel, and Saruman would act.

Jumping down from his horse, Gandalf knelt down to the figure. He was surprised to find that it was a woman clothed in a strange tunic and leggings – both the same shade of pale blue that now formed in the sky. She was passed out. And Gandalf placed his hand on her forehead. Closing his eyes, images raced in his mind of horseless wagons and machines that could fly before something forced him out of the woman's imagination. Imagination - that's what Gandalf told himself it had to be.

The woman groaned and tried to sit up – her eyes still shut.

"I only had one glass of wine last night, so why the hell do I feel like shit? That's the last time I drink Moscato."

Slowly she opened her eyes which immediately fixed on the strange old man in grey. Quickly, her body tensed and her voice was stern.

"Who the fuck are you and what are you doing in my...?" The woman's voice stopped as her gaze took in the rest of her surroundings and ignored the old man. This was not her bedroom. Then Gandalf saw a thought crossed her visage and she calmed down. She talked more to herself than the man in front of her.

"Ok. It's ok. My dream's just gone very Tolkien-like. Can't say this is the first. So, it's all ok."

"Young woman." Gandalf drew her attention back to him.

"Yes, Gandalf."

His bushy eyebrows waggled in amusement. "So you know of me then?" He offered the woman his hand, and she let him help her to stand.

"Of course. And I must say, I'm glad it's you and not the white one."

This made Gandalf pause. "So you know of Saruman the White, too? Why would you not like to meet him?"

"What?" The woman stopped herself. She had really been thinking of Gandalf the White, but she couldn't tell him that. "Oh, yes, Saruman. Well, you must admit, he's a bit of a prick, Mithrandir."

Gandalf chuckled for a moment in admission to the comment about the leader of his order and then his eyebrows rose even further. "You know of the name the elves call me?"

"Oh, yes. Besides, you have a lot of other names, don't you? Some nice – some not so nice. 'Gandalf' and 'Mithrandir' are lovely. And there was one other. Let me think. What was it? Oh, that's it: 'Olorin' is a lovely name too."

At the mention of the last name, Gandalf grasped her wrist, held it tight, and hissed, "How do you know that name?"

"How do I know any of your names? I've read them, of course. Now, get off!"

"Where? Where have you read them?" Gandalf was more than startled. He hadn't heard himself called 'Olorin' since before he came to Middle Earth.

"The Silmarillion, The Lord of the Rings, The Hobbit. You know, for you being an old man and this being a dream, your grip is exceedingly strong."

"This, my girl, is not a dream."

"Bullshit. Now, let go of me!"

The grey wizard looked hard into the girl's steel blue eyes. While the strange, spirited woman had plenty of fight in her, Gandalf felt no evil in her and so released her.

"Very troubling. Yes. What do you know about the Ring?"

"Enough. So what you're saying is that this is real?"


"And where are you off to, then?"

"Dol Goldur." Gandalf wanted to see how much the girl actually knew so kept his answers short.

The girl's eyes widened. "Well, yes. Good luck then. I won't keep you any longer. I'll just hang around here. In Middle Earth. Just outside Mirkwood. In my fucking baby blue pajamas."

"I don't think that's necessary. You could come with me..."

"No. Not going to happen."

"Why not?"

"Well, if I do know stuff about the Ring, the last place I should be going is closer to the bastard who wants it back."

"So it is Sauron."

The girl's face fell. "Shit. I shouldn't be here. I know too much. But, you already suspected who was in Dol Goldur anyway."

"True. But if you know more."

"And, I do."

"We need to keep you away from the Necromancer."

"Agreed. Hell, I need to be kept away from anything that will have any influence on what will happen."

"Yes, you'll be safer with the dwarves."

"Oh no. Not going with the dwarves and the hobbit. I know too much."

"Then you'll just have to keep your mouth shut and stay neutral."

"Are you kidding?"

"I find a way to do it."

"No you don't. You meddle all the time."

"Come on. Climb onto the horse, and I'll place you in the care of Thorin and Company. By the way, what is your name, I'll have to introduce you when we get there."

"Just call me, Jose."

"Jose? You must have a proper name, girl."

"Josephine Abinoke. Don't laugh. Or Maiar or not, I'll shove your staff where the sun don't shine."

Gandalf gave a look of innocence before climbing onto the horse in front of Jose. When his face was free from her gaze, he couldn't suppress a grin. He didn't know why this girl was sent to them, but he had a good feeling about it. Now, he couldn't wait to see the dwarves' reactions to their new companion.