"Thorin!" I continued looking around as I walked up the stairs. "Fili!? Kili!?" I heard laughter in the distance and ran towards it. "Thor..." I froze as I stared at eleven naked Dwarves bathing in some sort of waterfall. My jaw dropped.

Four were in two pairs, trying to kick one off the other's shoulder. Fili grinned at me. "Come, Bre!" He cannon balled into the water, and my eyes widened as I looked at Thorin simply bathing on the side. He stood up, and I saw every inch of his rear. He slowly turned to me, and I lowered my eyes. Fili called for me as he climbed the tree on the side to the top of the fall.

"Bre!" Kili waved. I made a face and closed my eyes.

Elves were speaking behind me, and I whirled around before Thorin could see that I saw... everything. Elrond and the Elf and a brown haired Elf maiden beside him froze. The brown haired Elf maiden looked away, covering her brown eyes, as the two Elves stared in shock. Elrond pursed his lips and looked to me. "Caleniel." He placed a hand on the Elf maiden and began speaking in Elvish, and they walked away.

"Bre!"

"Oh god!" I ran down the stairs and into the room the Elves prepared for me. I closed the door behind me and took a deep breath. "I've seen enough dicks for today." I rolled my eyes as I took another deep breath. I vividly saw it all again. Thorin's bare skin. Thorin's butt. Everything.

I face palmed myself. "Stop it. I mean he's sexy, but..." I paused. Sexy?! I rolled my eyes as I smiled. Well, I couldn't deny that he was, but I could deny that he trusted me. At least... he did a little right? I sighed as I sat on my bed and threw myself back.

Why did Fili and Kili trust me? Oh, that's right, they like me. I sighed again, realizing that I've really done nothing. How could I accomplish something like killing an Orc if I barely know how to use a sword like Alex. I instantly sat up. I can learn here!

"I can learn here!" I picked up my sword and ran out, looking for even Elf to teach me how to weild my sword.

                                                                 ~~~~~~~

I looked out from the edge of the balcony I was on, having being exhausted from training with some Elf's name I forgotten. I place my sword on a marble table by the stairs as my pendant glew and stared out at the sky.

The starry sky was wider and brighter than before. I recalled everything I knew about the stars. I always told my best friend back in my land that I knew everything there was to know about the stars, but it wouldn't help me in any way. I paused, realizing it could here. I could educate people with the knowledge I had without even going to college. The lighting changed, and I looked down, noticing that my necklace was glowing green. 

"Is that what your sword did before?" 

My head whirled around to Thorin. 

Thorin smiled. "You mentioned before that your sword did something, that it glowed when you unsheathed it." 

"Y-yeah." I clutched the pendant. "I just don't know what it means." I looked around the balcony for my sword, but another sword was in its place."

Thorin stepped closer to me, looking at the necklace. He locked gazes with me. "May I?" 

I paused. "Uh..." 

He smiled again. "May I hold the pendant?" 

"Oh. Yeah." I grinned. 

He gently lifted the pedant off of my chest. "Why is it glowing?"

I shrugged. "I don't know."

Thorin gently placed the pendant back on my chest. "I'm sure we will know soon."

I smiled. Thorin smiled back, but he looked away suddenly. He cleared his throat. "That pendant brought you to our land. Right at the time my kin was making plans for the journey we're on. Tell me... do you believe in fate?"

"Yes." I nodded hesistantly.

Thorin turned away, nodding. "When we know why it glows, we may know how..." He looked at me. "We may know how to return you to your land."

I paused. "I haven't thought about that in a while." I pursed my lips. "The sword that glew with it is gone though."

"What?"

I pointed at where my sword was, and Thorin examined it closely. "One of the Elves must have taken it. We must look for it."

"The pendant alone brought me here though," I said. "Maybe that's all I merely need."

Thorin turned to me. "...Perhaps."

"But maybe... Maybe I don't have to go back." I grinned. 

Thorin paused and smiled. "Maybe not." 

I took a deep breath as I lowered my eyes. "But I should. I belong in my land just as you belong in this one."

Thorin let out a small laugh. "But there are many marvelous views here, much like the view of the waterfall those Elves made."

"Oh, god." My eyes widened as I looked away. "I only saw a glimpse of it. It was okay. I, uh... I didn't want to see anyone's..."

"The water was far better than the view." Thorin took a step towards the edge of the balcony and laughed. "There are many other wonderful views in this land."

"I, uh..."

Bofur walked in, laughing. "I bet she knows. She was blushing red when she saw us having a blast." I whirled around to look at the distance beyond the balcony. Bofur laughed louder. "You should've seen her face when Kili waved at her."

"I didn't mean to see anything." I frowned and felt myself blushing.

Thorin let out a small laugh and leaned toward my ear. "I saw your face when you looked at me," he whispered. "Tell me, did you enjoy the view?"

My breath stilled.

"I don't mean the waterfall."

"Thorin, there you are." 

Smiling, Thorin stepped back, and looked at Gandalf. I stepped back looking down. I noticed my necklace was glowing longer than it ever had. 

"Gandalf," Thorin said, "I've already told you I will not show Elrond the map." 

"We must. He--" 

"Is not a part of our kin." 

"He is right." Balin stepped in with Bilbo behind him. "There is no guarantee that he will hand us back the map."

Thorin glared at Gandalf. I stepped forward, taking Gandalf's attention. "Promise the map will be back in our hands, and we'll do it."

"What?" Thorin looked at me. "I will do no such thing."

I stepped back with a quiet gasp. "Thorin, we--"

"Do not need help from Elves." Thorin glared at Gandalf. "We also do not--" He paused, spotting Elrond. Elrond walked to Gandalf and began speaking in another language. Gandalf spoke back.

"What are you telling him?" Thorin challenged.

Elrond smiled. "Please follow me. This matter must be spoken in private."

Everyone began following Elrond and Gandalf. Thorin looked back at me. "Stay here."

I paused. "What?"

"No." All of our heads turned to Elrond. He looked at me gently. "There is something important that she must know. She may follow if she wishes."

Thorin glared at Elrond. He looked at me, then looked away, and we all followed Elrond and Gandalf again. We went into some sort of hall filled with the lighting of the moon. I took in the mystical feel of the air and felt the light of the moon on my skin between the pillars of the hall.

Thorin stopped walking. "Gandalf." We all stopped.

"There is nothing to discuss. I will not hand Elrond the map. Our business is no concern of Elves."

Gandalf's brows crashed together. "For goodness sake, Thorin, show him the map."

"It is the legacy of my people." Thorin firmly looked at Gandalf. "It is mine to protect, as are its secrets."

"Save me from the stubbornness of Dwarves. Your pride will be your downfall. You stand here in the prescence of one of the few in Middle-Earth who can read that map. Show it to Lord Elrond." Everyone looked from Elrond to Thorin. I felt my breath slow. Thorin simply stared at Elrond for a moment. He stepped forward to hand Elrond the map.

"Thorin, no!" Balin tried to pull Thorin back, but Thorin shook him off. He handed Elrond the map.

Elrond looked at the map. "Erebor." He looked up at Thorin. "What is your interest in this map?" Thorin opened his mouth to speak.

"It's mainly academic."Gandalf quickly interjected. "As you know, this sort of artifact sometimes contain hidden text." Thorin looked at Gandalf as Elrond walked to a part of the room with stronger moonlight. Gandalf continued. "You still read ancient Dwarvish, do you not?"

 Elrond held the map in the moonlight. "Cirth Ithil."

"Moon Runes. Of course," Gandlalf said. Bilbo and I raised a brow. We glanced at each other and shared a shrug with each other.

"An easy thing to miss." Gandalf smiled as he looked from us to Elrond.

"Well in this case, that is true." Elrond flipped the map over several times. "Moon runes can only be read by the light of a moon of the same shape and season as the day on which they were written."

Thorin lowered the angle of his head as he looked at Elrond. "Can you read them?"

Elrond took a few steps back and softly gestured to a path ahead of him. He led the way to a path that led under a waterfall with a large white pedestal mae of some sort of crystal. There were a few clouds that covered the moon. Thorin huffed.

"Do not worry." Elrond looked from Thorin to the pedestal that sat at the edge of the cliff ahead. "These runes were written on a Midsummer's Eve by the light of a crescent moon nearly two hundred years ago." He placed the map on the pedestal and looked at Thorin. "It would seem you were meant to come to Rivendell. Fate is with you, Thorin Oakenshield. The same moon shines upon us tonight."

The clouds blocking the moon moved away. The moonlight brightly made its way to the map, lighting the map and revealing words of the same light on the map. Elrond looked down at the glowing words on the map. "Stand by the gray stone when the thrush knocks, and the setting sun with the last light of Durin's Day will shine upon the keyhole."

"Durin's Day?" Bilbo looked at Balin.

Gandalf turned to us. "It is the start of the Dwarves' new year, when the last moon of autumn and the first sun of winter appear in the sky together."

"Oh, that sounds more cool than the new years we have back home." I smiled.

Thorin slowly turned to Balin. "This is ill news. Summer is passing. Durin's Day will be upon us soon."

Balin stepped forward. "We still have time."

Bilbo asked Balin. "Time? For what?"

I paused remembering what Thorin didn't want the Elves to know. "To stop and--"

"To find the entrance." Balin continued. "We have to be standing at exactly the right spot at exactly the right time. Then, and only then, can the door be opened."   

"So this is your purpose, to enter the mountain." Elrond looked at Thorin.

Thorin spoke lowly to Elrond. "What of it?"

"There are some who would not deem it wise." Elrond glared at Thorin. Thorin swiftly took the map from Elrond.

"Who do you mean?" Gandalf stepped toward Elrond.

Elrond turned to Gandalf. "You are not the only guardian to stand watch over Middle-Earth." He walked away as Gandalf turned away. Elrond stopped as he spotted me. "Bre."

I froze, feeling my breath still.

Elrond smiled. "There is an answer to your question." I looked at Thorin. He was glaring at Elrond.

Elrond stepped closer to me. "I am sorry, but because of strong dislikes we must speak about your question in private."

"I think not." Thorin stood behind Elrond. "You will do no such thing. I could not trust you with what I seek, and I have no reason to believe I can trust you with her seeking."

Elrond slowly turned to Thorin. "The matter is hers. Not yours. She must know about the pendant. She must gain her answers and seek her own decisions by her own choice. She is not your slave and you will treat her as no such thing for--" 

"I don't trust you." 

"Which is fine." Elrond gave Thorin a firm look. "That does not change that the matter is hers."

Gandalf cleared his throat. "Thorin, perhaps you should tend to tell the other dwarves that we are journeying home? They could use the time to pack, for we will leave at dawn."

Thorin glared at Elrond for a moment longer as Elrond turned to me. Thorin nodded and began walking away. I watched him leave with the others until they turned down the hall out of view.

"Now, Miss Bre."

I paused. "Yeah?"

"Why does the pendant glow' is one of the questions on your mind."

I glared at Elrond. "How do you know?"

Elrond looked down and began to walk to the edge of the cliff. "It is a common question many have when they gain Elven works."

My brow raised. "Elven work?"

He nodded. "The glow signifies something. Few swords to give warning of Orc or Golbins. Your necklace glows for something else entirely."

"Tell me, what." I looked down at the pendant that was still glowing. It began glowing brighter. "Don't just talk about it."

Elrond smiled. "You may simply ask her." He pointed behind me.

I turned and saw the Elf girl with long brown hair jump. She cleared her throat and curtsied in a green dress.

"Her name is Caleniel Tinuviel."

Caleniel stepped forward, looking down. "Uh... hello." She looked up and smiled.

I raised a brow. "Why do you look different from the Elves here?"

Caleniel blinked. "You caught on?"

Elrond walked toward her and stood beside her. "Her mother and her father are very noble Elves of the Elven race. Her father, anyway."

"They worked closely with King Thranduil of the Woodland Relm." Caleniel smiled.

"Right." I stepped back and pointed at my pendant. "So why does this glow? Why is it glowing now?"

Caleniel nodded as she pursed her lips. "It will glow whenever my sword is near it. It is also exactly what brought you here."

I blinked. "Your sword?"

"Yes. My mother, a friend, and I created the pendant and the sword." She pulled out the sheathed sword and sheathed it behind her again.

I nodded. "Alright. So why did the pendant bring me here?"

"You were here once before."

"What?!"

Caleniel took a deep breath. "When you first found the necklace, was the gem on the pendant blue?"

I nodded. "And then it turned green once I got here."

"That is because it only turns green when it returns something to this world." She looked at the pendant. "There is Elvish writing on the back. 'Green is the color of retrieval as blue is the color of foreign arrival."

I paused and stepped back. "I'm from here?"

"Not necessarily, yet it is a possibility." Caleniel stepped towards me. She paused and looked down at the floor as she stepped less than four feet in front of me. "I don't have all the details just yet, and I can't explain it all in one night. H-however," she locked her gaze with mine, "there is no posibility of you returning to your land. The gem only had enough power to turn blue and return to your world a few times. I'm afraid you are stuck until you can find some other way." She touched the pendant.

I stepped back and clutched the pendant. "Do you know of one?"

She let out a deep breath. "That I do." She locked her gaze with me. "We must find a fountain that was spoken of in legend. Many say it doesn't exist, but I know it does. It is the only way..." Her eyes lowered, and I grew weary of how she answered.

"Tell me how to get home now," I ordered.

Caleniel paused, her brown hair floating in the soft wind. "I fear it is difficult to explain."

Elrond stepped toward us. "I will recommend you take her with you. Caleniel has a vast knowledge of the land and could help you find a way home far better than the Dwarves."

I glared at Elrond. "Why?"

Elrond smiled at Caleniel. "I have faith that she will find a way for you to get back."

I glared at Elrond. "You are the reason the Dwarves and I aren't going to the Lonely Mountain. You won't let them take back their home. What you makes you think I trust you to let me go back to mine? How can I trust what you say, when you won't speak any of this to any of the others?"

Elrond looked at me. "I am sure it is far less dangerous to go on a quest to take you back home than to have the Dwarves reclaim theirs. There are more evils in this world that lie on the road the Dwarves desire to take." He stepped towards me.

I took a deep breath and looked down.

"You know little of this world, and it is not wise to let that knowledge come from a fancy for a Dwarf king."

I felt something tugg on my heart. Thorin was one of the greatest people I knew right now, Dwarf or not. I felt myself choke a bit, so I swallowed. I tried my best to keep my glare strong on Elrond. "If you Elves are so high and mighty, helping someone in need shouldn't be more difficult than taking your head out of your ass? Or is it that I'm not a Dwarf that you wish to help me?"

"The Dwarves' journey is--"

"Shut up!" I frowned at Elrond. "At least for Dwarves they also want to help someone like me. The Hobbit looks better than you from where he stands on this journey, and he almost doesn't even want to be here." I quickly walked away before he could say anymore.