Author's note: Mostly based on happenings in the movie, told from the point of view of the new character Lithuen. Some text may have been changed at my discretion, so if you see something that is different, it is most likely intentional. I am writing under the assumption that Lithuen's powers are immense (possibly equal to the necromancer but for good obviously), however for the interest of actually having a story she discovers them slowly and lacks the control to use them effectively at first. This is my first fanfic ever, in fact pretty much the first story I have ever written. The story begins midway through the first movie, just before Rivendell. Because of this I do not go into too much detail introducing every character, under the assumption that some prior knowledge is present before reading this.
Note 2: I apologize that the story may be a little... bland at the beginning. My reasoning for this was that I am rather attached to the original story, and I wanted to fit my character into the already-present world as seamlessly as possible. As this follows movie-verse closely, the story will naturally diverge to slightly more original content after the events where DoS ended. I had originally been planning to end it in the same place as the end of the book (chapter 12), but my characters had other ideas so it will be continuing for awhile. Because of this, all events past the natural ending of the hobbit are completely new.
I awoke into darkness. The hard ground bit painfully into my stiff body. As I tried to remember how I came to be here I became increasingly aware of the agonizing pain shooting through me. It penetrated the dim fogginess of my still-sleeping brain, leaving me dizzy and nauseous. I tried to focus on my surroundings. Despite the darkness my eyesight appeared to be in excellent condition. I could see cliffs all around me, and the faint gleam of starlight through a small crevice overhead. Claustrophobia began to set in, it was a very narrow trail cut deep through what seemed to be a great plain. As I sat up to attempt to get a better look the walls began to sway. I could remember nothing but flashes of fiery torment, and oddly, unfamiliar faces as if from a dream. As the dizzyness again overwhelmed me I fell back into the darkness and knew no more.
"Hurry," Gandalf shouted to Thorin and the others, "in here!" He disappeared into what appeared to be a small cave in the rocky hills of the plain. After a moments hesitation, Thorin yelled for the others to follow him. Most of them were quick to jump inside, with Bilbo taking the lead. Thorin quickly noticed one was missing.
"Kili, hurry!" After loosing one last arrow towards the warg riders that were hunting them, Kili sprinted for the cave closely followed by Thorin. Not a moment too soon for a second later they heard the horn calls of a hunting party of elves, and the dying screams of the orcs being cut down. Thorin was relieved to avoid them, as elves and dwarves were not the best of allies in those times.
"Come, we'll follow the trail in safety," said Gandalf.
"And where does it lead?" questioned Thorin suspiciously.
"To safety," came the only reply. Gandalf could be infuriating when he wanted to, and it appeared he wanted to right now. Grumbling, Thorin brought up the rear as they headed along the trail. Suddenly a shuffling of stones and a dwarven curse was head from ahead. Everyone was one high alert to see what Kili, who had been leading the party had stumbled over. He quickly scrambled to his feet to see a girl, badly bruised and cut, lying face down on the rocky ground. The grey rags that were her only clothing had left her all but entirely hidden on the ground. Kili gently turned her over to see an almost imperceptible rise and fall of her chest.
"She's still alive!" he exclaimed. "We have to help her!" He scooped her shockingly light form into his arms and they continued on in hopes of finding aid. A few more minutes of walking saw them leaving the canyon and gazing out across a beautiful valley.
"You planned this didn't you Gandalf!" growled Thorin accusingly. "You know how I feel about the elves."
"Yes, and it's a good thing I did, for they are the only ones around who can heal this girl master Thorin," he replied. "One of the names of this place is Imladris and the leader here, Lord Elrond, is the strongest healer I know."
"Rivendell," breathed Bilbo reverently. He felt glad at the sight, for hobbits share no such prejudice against the elves as dwarves do.
I slowly became aware of many voices around me. As I came back to consciousness I felt myself being gently turned over. Feeling the pain of sunlight through my eyelids, I decided to keep them closed. I was equal parts curious and afraid of who had found me, though the mention of help sounded promising. I did not struggle as I was lifted into a pair of strong arms, and I'm sure they thought I was still unconscious. As we started to move I cautiously cracked one eye open the slightest bit to examine my rescuer. He looked about the same age as me, and quite handsome. Deep brown eyes with a hint of laugh lines were set in a face framed by dark, tousled, shoulder length hair. A strong nose and sensuous mouth surrounded by the beginnings of a beard completed the face I now saved in my memory. I was surprised to find I recognized this face, although I couldn't place it. Kili, they had called him. This was one of the faces from my dream, but I had no other memory to connect it with. All I remembered was the feeling of safety that I had associated with the dream.
It was about this time that I was separated from my thoughts to hear another voice talking about the place we were headed to. A second voice broke in, seeming angry about our destination, but the first persisted with reassurances for our safety. A third voice called it by a strange name, Rivendell if I had heard correctly. I felt some faint stirring of memory at the name, but was unable to focus. I tried to take in all I could without opening my eyes. I could hear soft bird calls, a waterfall, and wind in the trees as we continued along what sounded like a gravel path. The first voice, who I gathered was called Gandalf, was now asking to speak to someone. "I'm sorry, but my Lord Elrond is not here," a very musical voice replied.
"Do you know when he will return?" asked Gandalf with concern. The new voice was saved having to reply when horn calls and hoof beats filled the air.