Earenniel P.O.V. 

Location: Still at the feast

Elrond studies the runes on the scabbard for a moment before his long, pale fingers wrap around the pommel to partially unsheathe the blade. He raises a surprised brow and looks up at the dwarf.

"This is Orcrist, the goblin cleaver....A famous blade. Forged by the high elves of the west. My kin." He slides the sword home and turns it, offering the hilt back to Thorin.

"May it serve you well." Elrond said.

Thorin takes the sword back with a courteous inclination of his regal head and you smile gratefully, glad to see that he was at least making an effort at last.

Gandalf hands his sword across for examination and Elrond's surprised expression grows.

"And this is Glamdring. The Foehammer. Sword of the king of Gondolin. These were made for the goblin-wars of the First Age. How did you come by them?" Lord Elrond asked.

"We found them in a troll hoard on the Great East Road, shortly before we were ambushed by orcs." Gandalf said.

"And what were you doing on the great east road?" Elrond stilled.

"Excuse me." Thorin says before he gets up from the table and walks away to a different side of the dwarves' table while Gandalf and Elrond exchange looks.

"Thirteen dwarves and a hobbit. Hmmm strange traveling companions, Gandalf." Elrond says as he takes a sip of his wine.

"These are the descendants of the house of Durin. They're noble and decent folk. And they're surprisingly cultured. They've got a deep love of the arts." Gandalf said.

Elrond turns towards me.

"And what of you, lady Earenniel?" He asks.

"Do I have a deep love for the arts?" I asked and Elrond nodded.

"Yes, I would say so, but there's nothing else I love more than the water." I say.

"In my bed chambers at home I have a never-ending fountain, well at least I think it is because I never reached the bottom." I say smiling.

"You're an excellent swimmer I presume." Elrond says.

"Of course, my father is Poseidon." I say.

"Ah. That explains a lot then. That makes you not of this world, not of middle earth to be more exact." Gandalf said.

"Yes, and I came here in search of my mother, but I received the ill news of her passing...I only wish to return home, there is nothing left for me here." I say.

"Your mother had a son, with king Thranduil of Mirkwood. Would you not like to meet him?" Lord Elrond asks.

"I would be honored to meet him, but I'm not welcome anywhere on middle earth." I say.

"Now who gave you that idea?" Gandalf asks.

"King Daeron." I say.

"Of course he would. I never liked him." Gandalf said scrunching up his face.

"Earenniel, you are always welcome in Rivendell. This will be your home until you find the will back to yours." Elrond said.

"I thank you for the offer and hospitality lord Elrond, but I may never return to my world." I say.

"And why do you say that?" Elrond asks.

"My uncle Eleyond took my necklace. It had a green pearl hanging on the chain. The pearl is the only means of travel between my world and yours." I say.

"Now why would you only bring one with you if it was your only way home? Why not bring a spare just in case you lost the first one?" Gandalf asked with one of his eyebrows raised.

"I only had two, one to get me here and one to get me home, I didn't think my own family would betray me." I say.

"No, you did not, but you should not be trustworthy with your heart here in middle earth. Evil lurks around every corner." Elrond says.

"Are you saying not to trust you?" I asked Lord Elrond.

"Things are never as they seem in middle earth, shelter your heart till you know for certain you can trust someone." Elrond says.

"Good advice." I say with a smile.

"Yes, and I may have a way for you to get home." Elrond began to say and I let him continue. "I believe your father left your mother his pearls, so she can travel back and forth between worlds. If you can find them, you can get home." Elrond finishes.

"Where would I find them?" I asked eagerly.

"Mirkwood, the woodland realm. You are likely to find them there." Elrond said.

"It's never that easy, what stands in my way?" I question.

"King Thranduil, his son. Orcs and warg scouts, not to mention the spider's once you reach Mirkwood." Gandalf said.

"Spider's?, lady Athena told me why she's afraid of spiders and now I'm not too overly fond of them myself, but if I have to face all of those obstacles to get a pearl to return home, I will." I say.

"Will you excuse me lord Elrond? Everyone seems to have retreated to different places in the kingdom. I wish to do so, myself as well. Take in the views of your wonderful home." I say smiling.

"Yes, you are excused Earenniel, for I must speak with Gandalf for a moment." I nod my head in a bow and leave Gandalf and Elrond be.

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Earenniel P.O.V.

The Golden light of the evening streams into a chamber. I watch from a distance, as the hobbit, I am assuming approaches a stone statue holding up shards of a sword. It is broking in multiple pieces. Now, what would cause a sword to break not only in half but in fourths, fifths, and six'?

He gives the sword a brief look, before turning his attention to the mural on the wall. His attention is particularly taken by what looks to be a gold ring.

"Do you know anything about this?" the hobbit said briefly turning to the corner I am hiding in.

"How did you know I was here?" I asked coming out.

"I heard you when I came in, know do you know anything about this?" he asked.

"No, I know nothing of it, but you seem to be eyeing the ring in the painting. Why is that?" I asked.

"No reason." his hand hesitantly reaches into his sweater pocket.

"Why is it you travel with the dwarves." I asked following him out.

I follow him through the courtyard and see a peaceful smile plaster on his face as stares in admiration at the beauty of Rivendell, and all its many houses. He then stands at the edge of a balcony, looking down at the rivers and streams below.

"Did you hear my question?, I'm not sure if you had you were so admired about this view." I said.

"Sorry, I heard you. I wanted an adventure." he says.

"...And, are you having one?" I ask.

"This journey has been eventful, but I miss my home, I miss the shire." Bilbo says.

"Then why don't you return if you're so miserable?" I ask.

"I can't, the dwarves need me. I am their burglar." he said with a hint of laughter as if it was an inside joke or something.

"I'm not sure what that is supposed to mean Mr. Hobbit." I say.

"Baggins, Bilbo Baggins. No, Mr. Hobbit." he says.

"Alright Bilbo, you can call me Earenniel then." I say.

"I'd be honored to...You know never met an elf before today. I've only read about them in books." He says.

"I've never met a Hobbit or read about them...Where I am from there is no such thing as Hobbits." I say.

"Must be really boring where ever you live then?" he says turning away with a hint of a smile.

I couldn't contain my laughter.

"I suppose." I say.

The sound of soft footsteps comes closer to us and stops beside Bilbo. I looked to see Lord Elrond.

"Not with your companions?" Elrond asked.

"I don't have any." I say.

"My question was for Bilbo." He says sending me a small kind smile.

"Oh, well ill leave you guys alone then." sending them a small smile as I walk off.

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Third person P.O.V.

Location: Elsewhere...

It was late at night and warg howls fill the air. An Orc and his warg scouts step into the ruin on Weathertop, where many other wargs and orcs have gathered. A large, white warg growls at him. Behind the white warg stood a tall, pale orc, facing away from them.

"*khozdayin... dorguz... zuranimid....Shugi golgai gelnakhanishim.*" (*the dwarves...master, we lost them. Ambushed by elvish filth, we were...*) one of the orcs, Yazneg says before he was interrupted by the pale orc.

"*Sha nargiz ob-hakhtil...*" (*I don't want excuses...*) The tall pale orc says.

The pale orc then turns around, finally revealing his identity to the orcs that stood before them. It was Azog, The Defiler. His left arm, which Thorin Oakenshield cut off long ago during the battle of Azanulbizar, had been replaced with a metal arm and claw.

"*Nargiz khobdi... rani khozdil!*" (*I want the head of the dwarf king!*) Azog yells.

"*Murganish dum...*"(*we were outnumbered. There was a she-elf with them. Helping the worthless dwarves take us out one by one*) Yazneg says.

"*...*" (*you couldn't handle one elf and the rest of the dwarves.*) Azog yells

"*...*" (*She was different master. She was faster, stronger and the arrows she used turned us into gold dust.*)

"Celestial bronze." Azog said.

Azog smile sickly at the orc as he walked towards him.

"*Turim hag shad. Zorzor go-kairaz obguraniz.*" (*there was nothing we could do, I barely escaped with my life*) Yazneg said fearfully.

"*ki go-kairag baganig. Ombar bunish!*" (*Better you had paid with it*) Azog says.

Azog strokes the orcs head with his right hand, then grabs his throat and lifts the orc up with his metal left hand. With a roar, azog throws him against the pillars to the side. Wargs began attacking the orc, he was soon dead and the orc's fellow rider shakes in fear at the sight.

"*Khozd-shrakhun gud sha kilyash-zag. Giryashi taryash kirgayil. Zidgar obod tung nash ru khobdud*" (*the dwarf scum will not stay hidden for long‚ they will try to cross the mountain passes. Send out word...there is a price on their heads. The demigod she-elf you bring to me, alive.*) Azog says.

Azog lets out a loud roar that echoes far out and wide. The rest of the orcs leap on their wargs and they all ride out from Weathertop to do Azog's bidding.

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Earenniel P.O.V.

Location: Roaming Rivendell

Day faded into night. Bright white lights guide the paths. The sounds of the environment were mostly peaceful. The dwarves and their laughter can be heard throughout the kingdom. This time instead of ignoring the sounds I decided to follow it.

The crackling of a campfire catches my attention. I would assume it the dwarfs, I wouldn't think the elves would build a fire in their bedchambers. When the dwarves came into view they were circled around the campfire made from furniture.

The dwarves just finished laughing again when I let them see me, their happiness was now gone and all I saw was pure hatred upon their faces.

"Why did you stop laughing? I'm sure what you were laughing at was really funny. Do tell me. I'm sure I would find it funny as well." I say.

"Elves don't laugh." Kili said.

"Who told you that? I happen to laugh whenever I see or hear something funny." I say.

"I don't see why you all are so hostile now. At the dinner table you, Kili were the one smiling at me. I assumed you had remembered what I did back when the orcs and wargs were chasing you all." I say.

"That was you?" He questions.

"Yes." I reply.

"Your an elf? I thought you were a woman of man." Kili says.

"Is it so hard to believe that I would put someone else's life before my own?" I ask.

"Your own kin maybe." He says.

"Who fed you these lies?" I ask.

"They are not lies." Kili says.

"So, you all share the same hatred for elves?" I ask, but no one answers.

"No need to answer, I see it in your eyes. You all, share a hatred for elves." I say.

"Our home was lost. The elves did not help when we needed them most." Kili said and the person next to him hit him.
They look the most alike. They are probably related. Perhaps brothers.

"I'm sorry to hear that...I too have no way to return home. It is just out of my reach, perhaps we can help each other ." I say.

"You wish to come with us? Why?" I turn to see Thorin.

"Yes, I do. Kili just told me that your home is lost. I wish to help." I say.

"We don't need a spoiled elf princess on this quest. Start packing, we're leaving soon." Thorin said turning away from me signaling his company to start packing.

"I am not a spoiled 'elf princess'-" I say as I try to get his attention again. His body was facing away from me.

"I'm not a princess at all." I continued and he turns his attention back towards me.

"You are too quick to judge someone based on appearance." I say.

"I was banished because my uncle wanted my throne and he did what he could to get it, just like you I'm lost without a home." I say.

"You think by saying those things to me I'd let you join my company." Thorin spat at me.

"No, of course not. I have no right to join your company of dwarves. You trust them with your life. You have no reason to trust me with the same." I say.

"I say we let her come." Kili says.

"What?" Thorin says turning towards Kili.

"Sure she's an elf, but she can help us and based on her actions today. I trust her." Kili said.

"As long as the vote is unanimous...If you want an elf in the company, it's your Decision. You got less than a minute to decide." Thorin says walking away.

"Well, I think my answer from before was clear that we let her come." Kili said.

"Fili? What is your answer?" Kili asked Fili.

"My answer is a yes." Fili says.

"Everyone who wants her to come says 'aye' one three." Kili says.

"1..."

"2..."

"3..."

"Aye." Everyone said and I couldn't help, but smile.

"You all decided that she'd come, great. Get packed we leave at first light" Thorin said reappearing.

"Oh, I'm already packed. I got everything I need right here." I said patting my satchel.

"This better not be a mistake." he mumbled walking away. I don't think anyone heard him, but me.

"So, what are all your names? I only know Thorin, Kili, Fili, Bilbo, and Gandalf. The rest of you are gonna have to tell me your names." I said.

And they did...One by one they said they're names to me.

"Ori."

"Nori."

"Dori"

"óin."

"Gloin."

"Bombur."

"Bofur."

"That's Bifur."

"Balin."

"Dwalin."

"I have a question I've been meaning to ask yah lass...Where you get your twin daggers." Gloin says.

"I know someone, he made them for me. Would you like to see them?" I ask.

"Would I? What do you think lass? Of course, I would." Gloin says and I smile pulling out one of my daggers.

"It's so lite. What's it made out of?" Gloin asked.

"A metal you may not have heard of, celestial bronze. Commonly used amongst the fighters where I am from." I say.

"Why is it glowing?" Gloin Questions.

"Stop exaggerating Gloin, it's just a faint golden glow." Dwalin says.

"It's the metal." I say.

"Are your arrows made of the same metal?" Kili asked and I nodded at his question.

"So, that's why the orcs and wargs turned into gold dust? That doesn't really seem possible." Kili said.

"My weapon's only works on monsters and other people like my self." I said.

"Elves?"

"No, demigods. I'm also half goddess, I have special abilities." I say.

"Like what?" Ori asks.

"I can control water and heal my self with it. I can also talk to horses and all sea creatures." I said.

"Alright, yuh had your fun." Thorin said taking my weapons out of Gloin's hand and handing them to me.

"All of you get some sleep. Don't be late elf, or I'll leave you behind." Thorin says and everyone disperses in their separate ways, finding an area to sleep.

AN: Do you guys like this writing style better than how I've been writing my story? Answer in the comments below. I hope you Enjoyed this chapter. Tell me what you think about the story in the comments below...Till next time.

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