I never expected any of this.

Ever since I was little, I always dreamed of becoming something impossible. A warrior of sorts. Someone that could save anyone with little trouble, to be able to take out any enemy.

I never thought it took much to become that, or come close.

To be even a fraction of what I wanted to be, I had to work hard and not quit. I tried for a while, but when you live in the day and age where everything is done for you, my little motivation gave out and I gave up. I was just another one of those people on the street now and what little reputation I built from what I did became a distant memory to everyone.

Everyone but one.

I didn't know but that day, the day I gave up, I just saved a lovely old woman from a purse snatcher. I know, cheesy. But that lovely lady used to be someone like me, wanted to be more but she gave up also. She regretted giving up all those years ago after everything went wrong and saw that I was close to it, and she wanted to help.

Days after saving her, she saw me working at the local cafe, already given up. For a moment she thought she was too late, but then she had an idea.

The lady walked up to me after my work, for a moment I didn't recognize her but when I did I gave her a bright smile, glad to see she was okay.

We had a small conversation about small things and her thanking me by asking me to come to her home for tea.

*time skip*

We were sitting in her small home drinking what I thought was a simple herbal tea, but while talking to her, I started to feel strange. The lady noticed and started to speak of herself wanting to be something she wasn't, but that I could easily be anything. She said she saw it back when I was fighting with that purse snatcher, how my eyes glowed in furry and power, my aura becoming dense and powerful making it hard to breathe.

I barely heard her finish speaking when I fell into a deep sleep.

When I woke I found myself in an old worn down house, the ceiling and walls crumbling while vines and leaves held most of it together. A tree grew in the far corner, its branches replacing most of the roof.

This house was old.

Looking around more, I saw old wooden tables next to what looked like a wooden bed. Many old papers and small pots scattered around the table top. A covered painting sat against the wall on the floor, I went to lift it and saw a younger version of the old lady that I helped.

That explains some, this was the lady's home but what happened?

I heard groaning outside so I peeked threw a crack in the wall and saw a very short but strong looking man sit up with a hand to his head. Being worried for him, I stepped out of the opening of the house that used to be a door and went to him. Hearing me coming, the man looked up with the brightest blue eyes I have ever seen.

I asked if he was alright while I helped him up. He said he was fine.

I introduced myself, "My name is Jol."

"Durin," He grumbled, looking around, "where are we?"

I looked around also, "I wouldn't have a clue."

We looked back to each other and I smiled, "I guess we can stick through this, together."

I saw a small smile come to his bearded face, "I guess so."

*time skip*

We walked around the old house, seeing deep rivers and a tall green mountain. Durin kept looking at the mountain deep in thought.

I walked up to his side and looked from him to the mountain, "what a lonely looking mountain...there are no others around for miles."

Durin looked back at me then the mountain, "then that's what we will name it, The Lonely Mountain."

I hummed, agreeing then we started walking back towards the old house. When we got closer towards the house the ground beneath me started to cave in and as I fell I heard Durin call my name and soon jump in after. I landed with a thump, the air leaving my lungs and my body aching. I heard a groan close to me but before I could even realize what has happened, Durin was already back on his feet and at my side.

Once he makes sure I was only winded, he looked around. The cavern was spacious but what caught our eyes was the pool in the middle.

The pool looked like a starry night sky and as we slowly made our way towards it, the stars in the water started to move and take the shape of a crown. Durin reached in and picked it up to examine it. I smiled and held out my hands. He carefully placed the crown in my hands. It had a slight weight to it.

I motioned for him to move closer and when he did, I carefully placed the crown upon his head. He looked up at me as I smiled warmly, neither of us seeing the stream of water moving towards my legs. Before either of us knew what was happening, the stream of water wrapped around my waist and ruffly pulled me into the starry water.

I barely got his name out as I was pulled under. He tried to jump in after me but when he placed his feet in the water burned him and he was forced to pace around the bank of the pool, waiting for me to come to the surface dead or gasping.

As for me, the water became hot as I thrashed around, trying to swim up but the water burned so much. I went to let out a scream as light flooded my body, light streaming out of my mouth and eyes. I couldn't tell you what happened next as I found myself gasping for breath on the bank with Durin hovering over me like a mother hen.

*time skip*

When we finally climbed out of that hole, Durin helped me walk to the old house and I laid on the hard wooden bed. I rested for what felt like forever while Durin went out to hunt for food.

Dreams plagued my mind, of fighting and creatures that only exist in nightmares, but I will soon realize are more real than anything. When I woke, I saw that Durin was back and that he was fixing the door and walls, not able to fix the ceiling because of the tree but not needing to. I sat up, alerting him that I was up. He quickly moved towards the fire pit that he built in the middle of the house and scooped some soup from the pot on the fire into a wooden bowl.

He handed me the bowl carefully and went back to work on the door. I smiled.

This is going to be a strange journey.

After years of traveling and coming back to the same home before, I learnt I was able to use a strange magic, one that I never knew I could do.

I could summon many things, many creatures, but my most powerful is using electricity or lightning. I was faster than a Rhosgobble rabbit and a Gundabad warg put together. Durin was surprised to see I could do these things, but these just made him proud to call me friend. Soon we also met a few Elves. They were nice but the queen did not seem to like us that well, while the prince adored our smaller statures especially Durin, for he has never seen someone so short. The Prince's name was Oropher.

Oropher was a young elf, looking around 20 but I found out he was around a thousand. Durin and I were gobsmacked. We all had laughs and became friends, Oropher even joining in on a few of our adventures and even sometimes visiting our home at the bottom on the lonely mountain.

We had adventures for a few years together, but when Oropher's mother left to the 'undying land' he was forced to stay and become King and marry a noble elleth. We visited whenever we could but the elleth didn't seem to like either of us at all, only being nice when Oropher was around only to get worse when she got pregnant. If it wasn't for Oropher we wouldn't even be aloud to see the child when he was born. He was adorable and seemed to take a shine to me which made the elleth angry.

They didn't know what to name him so I recommend the name Thranduil to Oropher and he loved it.

For some reason, the elleth hated Durin and so to save him from her hate I would journey on my own to visit their kingdom of Greenwood.

I swear that Thranduil is more of a son to me than his own mother, as he saw that she hated me and he did not like that.

One day, Durin and I were on a journey to the Iron hills, fighting off beasts and what not. When we got there we walked through the small village of Dwarves, I realized a long time ago that Durin was a tall dwarf.

That day, we met a small dwarf lady and instantly I knew that Durin was smitten. Soon I was left alone, Durin always with her and soon they married and I realized something.

I miss my home.

Ever since we met her, we have stayed in the iron hills and I started to miss our-...my small home. Durin, having built him and his wife a new home, stayed in the iron hills leaving me to journey back through the dangers to the lonely mountain.

Durin visited a few times, with his children, they were all excited to meet their fathers best friend and they instantly loved me.

Though on the months Durin didn't visit, I grew lonely. I then started to remember my old home, before all this.

Maybe I could be that someone I always wanted to be? I mean, I have the free time.

So I started to train myself.

I would hike up to the top of the lonely mountain and practice with a sword that Oropher gave me, then I would practice my magic.

I got stronger and more swift and soon many years pass. Durin has long died of old age after all of the great battles we went through and I have been training the line of Durin for many generations and Thranduil has grown into a fine prince, still wanting more training but he has learnt all he can from me.

The line of Durin, wanting to be closer to their teacher, carved the lonely mountain into a mighty kingdom called Erabor, a city of humans at its feet on the other side of the mountain called Dale. My home snuggled behind the now grand mountain. I thought these peaceful days would last long but I was proved wrong when Oropher asked me to join him and Thranduil in the Battle of Dragorlad. The battle was bloody and there were many losses, including Oropher and his wife. I would have been killed also if it wasn't for Thranduil who pushed me out of the way but also burning himself with the Dragon fire. I used my magic to heal him as best as I could but the healing magic drains more than anticipated.

Feeling the magic draining I gave Thranduil a sorry pain filled look and used the last of my energy to teleport to my humble home, hidden by everyone for anyone who knew where it was is now gone.

And fell into a deathlike sleep.

When I woke, I was confused, but when I saw an older wizard with clothes of grey I was no longer confused.

"Gandalf," I spoke, surprising him because we have never met and he wasn't alive back when I was awake before.

Before he could ask me how I knew him, I explained that in my sleep I had visions of everything that happened. Let's just say, I'm disappointed in Thranduil and Thorin, son of Thror, son of Thrain.

After a long talk with Gandalf and him telling me more of Thorin's quest, I decided to join them.

The long walk to the Shire was much needed to sharpen my rusty fighting, which wasn't as rusty as Gandalf thought as I easily cut down orcs, wargs, and spiders alike. Before we made it to the Shire I covered my old armor that still looked new in a dark cloak and stayed back, watching as Gandalf talked to a Hobbit.

*time skip*

That night I walked slowly to Bilbo's home after walking about and wasting time. I knocked on the oak door making the talking go silent. I heard Gandalf say 'that would be my old friend now.'

Bilbo opened the door and froze when he saw my tall cloaked figure in the door way. I waited until he moved stiffly to walk through into the house.

It reminded me of my home before.

I walked into the dining area and saw 13 dwarves, three of which I knew were Durin's kin.

None of them trusted me, I could tell, especially because I didn't speak at first. I only spoke to defend Bilbo, and that was when they figured out I was female. Thorin was angry, saying that no woman could live through this quest but I stayed quiet.

Throughout the quest I proved myself loyal and stronger by killing one of the trolls when Bilbo was captured, and easily defending against the orcs and wargs.

All without taking out my sword from Oropher and Bow from Thranduil, or showing my face.

It was at Rivendell when we met Elrond, an elf lord that I new when he was young before I fell into that dreadful sleep. Elrond didn't recognize me until I got him alone with Lindir, another elf I new before when he was young. I uncovered my face to them and they were both in shock, now remembering.

Throughout our stay, I was treated like royalty making the dwarves question why.

I left Rivendell with the dwarves by Gandalf's request, saying goodbye to Elrond and Lindir before leaving, Elrond trying to convince me to stay but I left anyway.

While traveling I became close to the younger line of Durin and Bilbo, along with Ori so when the rock giants started to fight I stayed with them, only to almost be smashed into the side of the mountain with Kili the youngest Durin.

I also kept Bilbo from falling off the path but I couldn't save either of us from Thorin's onslaught of words mostly directed at Bilbo.

When we found a cave in the mountain, I felt uneasy having to be in there.

My fears were realized when we all fell into the Goblin town, the goblins stripped the dwarves of their weapons and were going to strip me of mine, the sword of Asgaroth and Bow of Nimf, if it wasn't for them seeing what they were. The Goblins refused to come near me even when the goblin king saw Thorin and yelled out to kill us when he saw his sword.

Of course Gandalf comes in with a flash of light and orders us to fight.

After slaying the Goblin king and running out of the tunnels, we all had a breath only to realize Bilbo was gone, but then Bilbo reappeared.

Then the Wargs came.

Everyone was franticly climbing trees as I was the last on the ground, helping Bilbo climb up. Suddenly, as Bilbo was being pulled up by Balin, a warg bit into my shoulder dragging me away as the other yelled out. The trees began to fall forcing the dwarves to jump from tree to tree as I started to fight off the wargs with my good arm that held a dagger. I followed the falling trees closely, making sure that if any dwarf or hobbit fell that they would be protected.

On the last tree, Gandalf set fire to the land around it forcing the wargs back. After, things seemed to happen too fast as Azog, the pale orc who killed Thrain, appeared and because I was loosing blood, I couldn't do much to protect Thorin as he charged the pale orc and lost.

Before the pale orc could kill Thorin, large eagles came and scooped all the dwarves and hobbit up, leaving me to stand wounded for a moment until one swooped down and grabbed me holding me until we reached a tall cliff where the dwarves stood in wait.

After speaking to the company, I decided that since we were close to Greenwood, that is now called Mirkwood, I would travel ahead. Many of the company disagreed, wanting to stay together, especially the Durin brothers, Bilbo, and Ori. Thorin agreed, much to their dislike, saying that I could make sure the path is safe.

I made it to the outskirts of Mirkwood forest, wanting to wait for the company for I didn't want them to go into the forest without a little help.

As I waited for them, I decided to check my wounds.

My shoulder was only scratched slightly because of my old armor that didn't seem to be damaged at all, my left hip, that my armor doesn't cover, was torn into from the wargs claws, the main wound. I used some of my healing magic to make the bleeding stop and the slight pain go away but for a moment, I knew that Thranduil felt the small pressure of my magic.

As I covered myself in the cloak once more, the company appeared through the trees and stopped near me. When they saw that I was there, they smiled while Fili and Kili cheered.

When Gandalf left, we started the trek into the ill forest. I immediately sensed the dangers but pressed forward, watching helplessly as the forest air made the company go mad and lose the path forcing me to follow.

The moment the spiders attacked, I was separated from the company, fighting the vile creatures, killing many with the same dagger I used against the wargs.

I was about to kill the last spider when an elven arrow buried itself in it head. I stopped and stood calmly as Thranduil's son dropped from the trees with his next arrow pointed at me. I didn't fight when I was pushed towards the company, nor did I have a choice as an elf ripped the cloak from around me, showing everyone my ancient armor, my sword of Asgaroth and Bow of Nimf, and my face. Almost immediately, some of the elves recognized the armor and weapons and wordlessly dragged the struggling company and I towards who I knew was the King, Thranduil.

Every dwarf was dragged to the dungeons as Thorin and I were led to the throne room, where Thranduil sat. I was pushed to the side as Thranduil spoke to Thorin, not acknowledging my presence yet. Thranduil wanted to bargain with Thorin over a few white gems that once were his wife's.

I stood next to Legolas, watching as the dwarf and elf king argued. Soon Thorin was dragged back to the dungeons and I was pulled forward.

As soon as Thranduil's gaze found mine, I saw the pain and recollection flash through his eyes as he stood from his throne and quickly walked towards me, Legolas standing not far away.

I started to speak of why I left, the reason being that I didn't want him to see me fall into that deathlike sleep and worry about how to wake me but as Thranduil stopped to stand in front of me, he was about to speak when he looked around at the guards. He sternly told everyone to leave but as Legolas went to leave, Thranduil called for him to stay.

Thranduil then turned back to me when everyone left and Legolas walked to stand closer. I couldn't place the look in Thranduil's eyes as he placed his hands on my shoulders and pulled me into an embrace.

I carefully placed my arms around him as we stood quietly, not really caring that Legolas was staring in shock.

Thranduil tightened his hold slightly when I sighed, "Thranduil."

He pulled away quickly with a small excited smile and stared to ramble on about catching up and how happy that he was that I was alright. Soon he pulled me over to Legolas, who was frozen in shock, and introduced us saying that I was a friend of Oropher, was his godmother and fought with him before I disappeared after healing him of his wounds.

Soon Thranduil was speaking of making a feast for my return, but as I interrupted him with saying that I would love that but my loyalties lie with the dwarves at the moment and I shall stay with them.

Thranduil was not having it.

After having to convince Thranduil that I had to stay with the dwarves, a guard came barging in saying that the dwarves have escaped. I sighed knowing that I had to follow them and disappeared before Thranduil could stop me.

I ran along the river to get to the gate that just closed on the company that were riding in barrels in the river, and I saw an elf get struck down by and orc.

I quickened into a sprint and tackled an orc that was aiming an arrow at Kili, who was pulling a lever to free the others. Kili looked back at me and moved to help but I shouted at him to go, that I will be fine.

The company was on their way down the river, me throwing them weapons to defend themselves, as Legolas joined me in taking the orcs down.

When the company passed the border of Mirkwood, I turned towards Legolas and thanked him before running after the company.

One thing I didn't realize was that, Thranduil was searching for me frantically back at his castle and Thorin thought I betrayed them.

Once I reached the company, I was treated with few smiles and a hostile Thorin.

Thorin yelled about how I wasn't trustworthy and siding with the elves. To quickly dowse his anger, I bowed and said,

"Forgive me for not introducing myself properly before, My name is Jol."

Thorin's face went pale, now recognizing the armor, the sword and bow, and my name. Balin and Ori immediately went into awe as I was forced back to my feet from the pulling of the company as they asked questions.

Apparently I was famous within the dwarf history.

Thorin stood silently, but then he shouted at the others to keep quiet as he stepped towards me.

"Then where were you?! Where were you when the dragon attacked?! When the orcs stole our home?!" He yelled.

I simple replied with that I was put into a deathlike sleep in my last battle from using too much energy. I was always close by, behind the mountain.

After my explanation, a man appeared, at first he was very defensive with a bow and arrow pointed at us. After Balin lied to the man about the reason we were there, I walked next to the man and asked for his name, he said it was Bard. We had a nice conversation as Bard boated our company but as we got closer, the others got into barrels filled with fish as I was given another cloak to cover my appearance. I didn't pay any attention as it has been a while since I have been in the company of other humans, reminding me of my old home. Where me mother was most likely worried sick, if she was alive, it has been thousands of years.

Maybe one day I will go back, but then, what would I do? No one wants a 'hero' and a sword wielder would not stand a chance against those guns. But I did miss my brother and sister...

After the company climbed through the 'toilet' into Bard's home, I ignored everyone as I stared out at the Lonely mountain, thinking about my old friends.

I missed Oropher and Durin tremendously for they were my first friends here in middle-earth. The only old friends that are still around are the elves, I'm surprised that they still consider me a friend after my 'death'. That night as the dwarves and Bilbo were planning on stealing weapons from the master, I told Balin that I would meet them at the mountain and left for my old home behind it.

The overgrown path around was hardly visible but I walked this path many times, so many that I no longer needed the path to remember where I am going. When I got to my small old home, I walked towards the old portraits that sat against the wall, uncovering them causing dust to fly up.

I looked at the old portraits, one of Oropher, one of Durin, one of a young Thranduil, and the oldest one of the older lady that sent me here long ago. I stared long and hard, losing track of time and only coming to my senses as I heard the mighty roar of the dragon, Smaug.

I looked out the old window to see the dragon fly towards Laketown, I wanted to do something, anything, but I knew I could do nothing for they are to far and by the time I would get there, the damage would be done.

To take my mind off of the destruction, I turned towards the old table covered in old spells, stories, and potions.

I had a small thought of Ori and how much he would love these as I made my way over to them and started reading random papers.

I froze when I saw a familiar spell.

I never used it because of the dangers of gathering the ingredients, and the dangers of using it.

This spell needed a host and from what I have studied before, it normally used the one who cast it.

I stored the spell deep under the papers and saw another spell that looked familiar.

This specific spell was simple to make but had strange consequences. When the spell is cast, it effects the one who cast it, making them into a beast of mighty strength, a beast of your own element, a beast of scales and claws, wings and powerful jaws. This spell, depending on how strong the wielder casted it, would turn them into a Dragon for a duration of time, always depended on how strong the caster is.

I grabbed the spell, and searched for the ingredients, for I knew there was a war going to come, I could feel it in my bones.

I searched for Kingsfoil, Gabe's Feather, Iron ore, dragon's fruit, tree sap, and a drop of the casters blood.

Luckily the small garden outside had Kingsfoil and Gabe's feather, the tree that grew inside my home grew dragon's fruit, which is delicious by the way, and I could use its sap. All that was left was the Iron ore, I had stashed away in the drawers, and blood.

I ground the kingsfoil and Gabe's feather placing them to the side as I plucked the Dragon's fruit from the tree and carved out its meat, grinding it into the mixture. I then made a small hole into the tree, extracting the sap and stirred it into the white speckled mixture. I then sprinkled the powdered iron ore over the top and mixed it.

Now all I had to do was add my blood, which would activate the spell.

I decided to wait until the fighting started and I would only add my blood when the time was right otherwise, someone else could drink it and if someone did, they would die for it was my blood and not their own.

After pouring the now grayish mixture into an old bottle, I made my way towards the front of the mountain.

When I got closer towards the front gate, I saw Thranduil and Bard speaking to Thorin, who looked worse for wear. Thorin had the old armor of the old dwarven kings dawned over him, the others also.

All but Bilbo.

I walked towards them, making my presence known as I grabbed an old dwarven war hammer and slammed it into the earth, making it impossible to move.

The loud bang of the hammer got the attention of the quarreling kings. I looked at all of them in disappointment.

Thorin immediately screamed at me to kill them, but I stood firm. Thranduil and Bard sat quietly as I stared Thorin down.

"I will not," Thorin tried to scream again but I stopped him, "I follow no rule, I have no master, I will not bend to anyone's will that goes against my own," these words silenced his as I continued, getting angrier, "I refuse to kill the ones I call allies, the ones I call friends," my voice carried strongly, "if you try to order me to do so again, I will no longer call you friend."

Everyone was silent as I walked up to Bard, who had the Arkenstone in his hand.

"I will be taking this to a safe place in order for it not to effect you any longer," I reached out and gently took it from Bards hand, securely placing it in my chest armor, next to my heart.

I turned to walk away, hearing Thorin screeching from his perch nearly throwing Bilbo off in his madness but I paid no mind when I saw Gandalf rushing forward and saving the small hobbit.

Before I realized, the war between dwarves, elves and humans raged, but I refused to take part for I was getting ready for the on coming darkness that drew closer.

I held the potion in my hand, ready for them, as suddenly the dwarves, elves, and humans banned together to fight the Orcs and Goblins. I immediately drew Asgaroth and joined the battle only stopping to see the company charging into battle. I only payed attention to the battle when Thranduil attacked the orcs that were about to stab their swords into me.

I silently nodded in thanks to Thranduil as I went back to fighting, keeping my eye on the people of the company.

I started to panic when I saw in the distance, Azog atop the tower of Ravenhill, Fili in his grasp.

In that moment, I knew it was the right time.

I quickly slid Asgaroth's blade across my hand and opened the bottle containing the potion, dripping my blood messily into it.

Immediately the potion crackled with electricity, and the orcs who jumped onto me were blown back as the light from the spell covered me fully.

It happened in seconds.

The light quickly faded and what stood in my place was a large scaled beast, electricity cackled around its body, its large grey wings spread out as it opened its mouth, letting out a loud mighty roar. Every creature on the battle field started scattering in horror as the beast beat its wings and took off towards the tower on Ravenhill, where Azog stared in fear as it approached quickly. The pale orc dropped the young dwarf and escaped the tower just as the beast slammed into the tower, holding its large head over the dwarf roaring at the orcs who still stood in fear. When the orcs raced out of the tower after their leader, the beast growled and pushed itself off of the still standing towers away from the shaking dwarf to hunt down the rest of the orcs.

All of the company stood in shock as they watched the large grey beast attack the orcs and wargs, not knowing what to make of it. Thranduil knew what happened though, for I told him about the exact spell and I have also cast it before so all he did was keep fighting, helping where he can.

The beast ignored the dwarves, humans, and other elves, only protecting Thranduil when needed as I tore into its foes. Only to freeze as it smelled the stench of Throin's blood. It immediately flew towards the smell to find the pale orc over Thorin about to kill him. The beast let out an ear piercing roar and knocked the orc onto his back. Forcing its long claws into the orcs flesh, tearing at the blackened meat killing the orc in seconds.

The beast stood tall for a moment as it scanned the area for anymore threats but then the beasts eyes widened in realization.

The spell hadn't worn off, yet it was in control.

The beast, or I, turned towards Thorin, my large electric eyes stared into his blue ones. Seeing the fear in his eyes, I bowed my large head in respect and turned to leave.

After I left Thorin, I hid in the forests around to wait for the potion to wear off. While waiting, I saw Thranduil walking the edge of the forest, looking in.

Lowering my head to him when he spotted me, he immediately went into mother hen mode, asking if I was hurt anywhere or if it was normal for this spell to last this long and that it didn't last this long last time.

All I could do was make a comforting purr, for even though dragons could speak, this spell doesn't work that way. I nudged my large muzzle into his chest causing him to wrap his arms around it, not wanting to fall.

Minutes later, a bright light shown again around me, only to disappear, turning me back to my normal self. Thranduil stood still in awe, but smiled as he saw me back to normal.

I nodded at him and patted his shoulder as I walked past him towards the cliff that the company was gathered at, around the ripped corpse of the pale orc.

As I walked up to them, Kili noticed me first, running up to me, speaking excitedly about how the dragon swooped in and saved everyone from the orcs. I smiled at him as I walked past him and to the others, Kili still at my heels. Everyone was speaking of what the dragon did, not understanding why the beast would and all I did was smile as I listened, the Arkenstone completely forgotten by everyone after I explained that it was hidden in a safe place.

The days after the battle passed by smoothly as everyone rebuilt the old kingdoms and I went back to training. I trained Kili, Fili, Ori and young Gimli while I showed Thorin, Dwalin, and Balin the old ways of fighting.

Sometimes I went to visit Bilbo back at the Shire, meeting small little Frodo, the most adorable hobbit I have ever had the pleasure of meeting.

Sometimes I would run into Legolas and we would travel together for some time before splitting after a rest in Rivendell, where I met a small human child named Aragorn. He had the spirit of a warrior and the greatness of a king, so I decided to teach him a few things.

Around 30 years after meeting Aragorn, I was traveling towards a meeting for the ring when I come across a door. Just a door.

Now I have seen some strange things but seeing just a door sitting in a forest is the strangest I've seen.

Suddenly the door flew open and three men were thrown out of it. The door closed and disappeared in a flash of light, leaving the grown men on the ground groaning.

I stepped close to them, their clothes looking strange, but familiar, one man in particular looked way to familiar.

When I got closer, I got a clear view of who he was. I froze, tears coming to my eyes as they argued slightly about something I didn't care for, but I did hear something about an old lady.

The man that looked familiar was none other than Lee, my older brother.

I called out his name, catching their attention finally. It took him a moment to recognize me because of the armor, scars and Asgaroth on my hip. Seconds later, Lee ran towards me and embraced me in a tight hug. I laughed and returned the embrace, almost not believing it.

*to lazy to actually right it out yet*

Lee: Where have you been?!

Jol: I've been here!

A tall man with short curly hair and cold eyes spoke up.

Tall man: Where is 'here'?

I looked at him with a calculating gaze.

Jol: MiddleEarth. Who are you?

My cold voice made them all stiffen. The shorter man spoke up.

John: My name is John, that is Sherlock.

I hummed, and came back from my reunion high as I stepped back from my brother, motioning them to follow me.

Sherlock: Where are we going?

Jol: To a safer place, standing out in the open is dangerous here, unlike where you came from.

Sherlock: what could be so dangerous about some trees?

Jol: Wargs, Orcs, goblins, trolls, maybe even a bandit but they aren't stupid enough to travel out here.

(Warning, I haven't seen LOTR completely so I will wing it mostly)

We traveled in silence as I led everyone to our destination, only coming in contact with a few orcs that scared the three 'men'. More like wusses, was everyone back home the same? Has this place changed me that much?

If so, I'm definitely not going back.

After the orc attack, Sherlock and John walked in guarded silence as Lee walked to my side.

Lee: what happened to you Jol?

Jol: what do you mean?

Lee: you disappeared one day, leaving no trace. I was the only one that didn't give up of searching for you, I even hired the best consulting detective *Lee motions to Sherlock* and he traced you to this old lady that spoke riddles then she shoved us through a door that lead to this place. Where you have been for the past 5 years!

I stopped in confusion. 5 years? It has been over ten thousand here...what is going on? I turned towards Lee.

Jol: Lee, it was 5 years for you.

Lee: what do you mean?

Sherlock and John stopped to listen.

Jol: for you it was 5 years, for me...over 10 thousand.

Sherlock: that is impossible. Humans don't live that long.

Jol: trust me, it has been thousands. *i pointed out at the Lonely mountain that is barely seen from here* That mountain over there, I saw it while it was still green and new, even naming it with my good friend that died long ago. I met the ancient elves, and the first dwarves. I helped raised generations of dwarven kings, fought in battles of old, and even lost my dear friends to dragon fire. Now tell me, *i got in Sherlock's face* can all of this happen in 5 years?

The three of them stood in silence, as I stepped back and stared out at the mountain. I wanted so bad to see the old company again, it has been to long.

I smirked is I came to a realization.

Jol: You could say that I'm the oldest now Lee.

*time skip*

I lead the three towards the elven tents, them gawking at the tall pointed eared elves.

As I walked freely into the tent, the elven guards stopped the others. I turned towards the guards with an icy glare, he lets them pass.

No one messes with my brother.

I walked right up to Thranduil with a smile on my face as we shared greetings. Thranduil turned towards the three behind me.

Thranduil: who are they melon? *friend*

I smiled as I turned towards the three and introduced Sherlock and John before turning to my brother.

Jol: this is Lee, my brother.

Thranduil: *smiling* it is wonderful to meet you, brother of Jol, she spoke highly of you many of times.

I laughed and then held a hand towards Thranduil.

Jol: This gentleman is Thranduil, Elven King of Mirkwood.

Lee's, John's and Sherlock's jaws hung wide as they saw me joking around freely with the Elvenking.

We were given seats near Thranduil's 'throne' as humans and dwarves walked into the tent. I was looking for a certain few people that I hoped would be here, only to be tackled out of my chair as a dwarf laughed from over me.

Kili: I finally got ya!

I playfully growled, as Fili dragged Kili off, the three of us laughing before we were hushed by a grumpy looking Thorin and a sour Gimli. Before I could sit back down though, I saw Legolas standing at the opening of the tent with Aragorn next to him. I was about to walk towards them when Gandalf walked in with little Frodo at his side.

I watched silently as everyone but us four and Frodo fought over what to do with the ring. Sherlock leaned over on his chair and whispered to me.

Sherlock: What is so important about a ring?

Jol: this ring was one of the few rings of power that were made before I arrived here, of course a few of them made after but almost all of them were destroyed. All of them except 3 now.

John: what about the other two?

Jol: *raising my hand that had a ring, and also grabbing a small chain around my neck that had a ring, a small key, and my old cross on it* safe.

Because of everyone's yelling, no one noticed our conversation nor did they notice Frodo try to speak.

Sherlock had more questions but wasn't able to ask them when Frodo finally called out that he would take the ring to Mordor.

Elrond and Thranduil agreed but only if he took a company. Immediately, Kili raised his hand, joining the company. Next was Legolas and Aragorn, then Gimli and a human I didn't really care for. I smiled and stood to join, not really noticing Lee's panic.

After I joined the Fellowship, I turned towards Elrond and introduced Sherlock, John and Lee.

I then asked if they could stay with him in Rivendell and if he could teach them a little about this place. Elrond was confused but agreed anyway.

I turned towards Lee as he quickly came up to me.

Lee: So you're just going to leave us, leave me, in a strange world without explaining yourself completely?

Jol: I made an oath to this quest, I cannot go back on it. Elrond is a kind Elon, he can teach you all about this world.

Lee: what happened to my sister? Why are you so different?

Jol: I grew up.

Lee grew silent as he stared at me, not liking that I have changed so much. Elrond stepped in with a curious look.

Elrond: how did she act before? All my life she has acted this way.

Lee: before she disappeared, she acted like a stuck up little kid, having a dream of being some superhero that saved people and never considered that her family was worried for her mental health.

I stood shocked, that my family, my brother, would think of me that way. Elrond seemed to think the same as he put a hand on my shoulder.

Elrond: she may have been that way long ago, before I was even a thought, but she is now a brave and loyal warrior, ready to follow her friends and keep them safe. She even mastered using magic way before any wizards arrived in middle earth. I do have one question though.

Lee: shoot.

Elrond: *confused because he doesn't know what 'shoot' means but speaks anyway* why do you say she disappeared, and where do you all hail from?

I looked to Elrond and silenced Lee before he could confuse the poor elf more.

Jol: we hail from a land where we have no king, a land where everything is done for you and a land full of false promises. *i looked towards Lee with a cold look* a land I refuse to go back to.

Lee looked angry when I said that, but his anger didn't faze me for I have seen lambs that were scarier than him.

Lee: why don't you want to come home? It's our home!

Jol: your home, not mine. My home is here with my friends, my true family.

Lee: your family isn't here! Your family is back home where they are worried!

Jol: I remember you saying they gave up on me, and family who gives up on you is no family at all.

Lee: I didn't! I never did!

Jol: and that's why I still call you brother, now, I need to get ready to journey with my fellowship. You lot will stay here where you are safe.

Lee: what about you?!

Jol: I have lived this far, I will live farther.

Lee: I'm coming with you.

Jol: fine, but only so you can see how different I am. Don't expect to live through this quest brother.

I quickly turned on my heel and stormed off towards the awaiting company, leaving Elrond shocked having never seen me get frustrated at anyone.

The fellowship and Lee, was about to leave when Thranduil stopped us.

He pulled me to the side and spoke in elvish.

Thranduil: are you alright Naneth?

Jol: I will be fine. Why do you ask?

Thranduil: we could hear your argument with your brother from across the tent.

Jol: don't worry my little leaf, all will be well soon enough.

While we spoke, Lee was staring in confusion, as he heard us speaking but didn't understand. He walked up to us, not caring at the moment how rude it was and started to speak.

Lee: what language are you speaking? I remember you being only mentally capable of one language.

Thranduil: *turning angrily towards Lee for speaking ill of his friend/naneth* how dare you speak so ill of my naneth. If you weren't her brother I would kill you where you stand!

Jol: *placing my hand on Thranduil's shoulder* please calm down Thranduil, *turning towards Lee with cold eyes* we were speaking Sindarin, an elvish tongue that has been spoken for many generations. Thranduil's father and one of my best friends, taught me the language when we first met. I also speak dwarvish and forced myself to learn the dark tongues.

Lee: *looking confused* what does nainef mean?

Jol: *i sighed* naneth, and it means mother.

Lee: *short shocked pause then yelled* YOU HAVE A SON?!

Jol: no, but I am the closest he has had to a mother ever since he was born.

Lee: *still in shock* how old are you?!

Jol: well seeing as I 'disappeared' when I was 19, I would be around 10,079 years of age, but I was asleep for close to 3 thousand of those years so I might be wrong.

Thranduil: it was exactly 2948 years of sleep, you woke up 60 years ago naneth.

Jol: So that would put me at 13,027. Wow. I feel old.

Thranduil chuckled while Lee stood shocked. I turned to Lee and smiled.

Jol: how old are you, brother?

Lee:...25

Jol: how old are you Thranduil?

Thranduil: *smirking* 6,879 years of age naneth.

Jol: Lord Elrond is around a thousand years younger than you, right Thranduil?

Thranduil: *smirk growing* why yes naneth, that makes him 5,962 years of age.

Thranduil and I turned to look at the shocked face of Lee and laughed.

Lee: How?! I was born a year before you Jol!

Jol: I don't know either but I am now the older sibling. Compared to me you are a newborn baby.

Lee: this doesn't make sense!

Jol: I'll try to explain more on our journey. Now, *i turned towards Thranduil and spoke in elvish* farewell my little leaf, may my path lead back to you.

Thranduil: *speaking in elvish* may you come back to me naneth. *hugs*