A/N: Hello! So my story will be revolving around the events of the three movies instead of the book. Please do enjoy and reviews are highly appreciated.

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The forest was murky and wet due to the continuous downpour of the rain but it didn't stop Thorin Oakenshield's company to head on with their journey. With their burglar, Bilbo Baggins, onboard the group was finally set for Erebor, or The Lonely Mountain, for them to reclaim their home from the dragon Smaug. In the midst of their travels, Gandalf The Grey looked up the grey sky letting the drops of rain trickle down his wrinkled face. He scrutinized the dark clouds until a blinding flash of light had strike the heart of the woods without a sound. The dwarves and the hobbit had to calm their ponies down as it neighed and were reluctant to move forward.

"What was that?" Dori asked.

"It's just lightning" Thorin said. "Let's carry on"

Gandalf hummed, looking over his shoulder to face the leader of the group. "I have witnessed a many storms pass through these woods over the years and that was no lightning, my friend"

"What is it then?" Bilbo asked.

"There is only one way to find out"

Thorin wasn't one who liked having unnecessary detours on his journey but since their burglar was under the care of the Grey Wizard, he had no choice but to follow his lead. The ponies followed the horse of the wizard through the muddy path going deep within the woods. The blinding flash of light Thorin assumed was lightning was so bright he expected to see a few trees uprooted from the ground or a small burning crater on the soil. But he saw none of it. There were no signs of any disturbances at all. Bilbo was riding his pony behind Gandalf and Thorin when he cocked his head to the side to see what lied ahead. Squinting his eyes, the hobbit saw a figure in the heart of the woods lying on the ground surrounded by beautiful blossoming golden flowers.

Gandalf halted his horse and got off, soiling the edge of his grey robe with dirt and soaked in puddle until it looked dark. The group of dwarves followed along with Bilbo and came closer to see what they have discovered. Everyone was standing in a circle, looking down on the figure of a young girl with long brown locks lying unconscious on the wet ground covered in scratches and bruises.

"What is she?" Ori asked Balin.

The oldest of the dwarves studied the girl with a hum, "Hard to tell. She's neither a dwarf nor a Halfling but is as small as us" he pointed out. "She looks like from the race of men but is wearing clothes I've never seen before"

"Little to no clothes, you mean" Bofur said, looking at her white sleeveless dress which was only up to her knees, exposing most of her scratched legs which was something they barely see in Middle Earth. "Even slaves have more clothing than her"

"What do you think, Gandalf?"

All the dwarves, and hobbit, looked up at the old wizard with curious eyes. "I think we have to see if she's alive or not" was Gandalf's reply.

"Oin, check if that creature is breathing" Thorin instructed without giving much interest.

Putting his ear trumpet aside, Oin stepped forward and got down on his knees, flipping the unconscious girl on her back. Almost everyone was breath taken when they saw a clearer view of the young girl. Her beauty was evident despite being unconscious and covered with bruises. She had milky white skin, long thick eyelashes that glistened with raindrops, and a pair of red plump lips like roses that blossomed in spring. Oin pressed his index and middle fingers below her jaw, looking for any signs of a pulse. "She's alive" the healer of the group declared, "Just heavily unconscious probably because of her wounds"

"Who do you think attacked her?" Gloin asked.

"Probably some wild animal or creature" Oin took a closer look at the cut on her forehead. "These wounds are fresh so whoever did this is nearby"

"What should we do with her?" Dwalin asked.

"Leave her" answered Thorin who was already getting on his pony.

"We can't just leave her" Kili, the youngest of his nephews, retorted. "She's really hurt and needs to be mended. What if the one that attacked her comes back? It would be too dangerous to leave her all alone"

"It is not our concern, Kili" his uncle replied bluntly, turning his pony around to whence they came. "We do not need any more extra baggage in our journey. Now, come on. We already wasted a lot of-"

"Wait, what is that on her arm?" it was Bilbo who asked, seeing some fresh dark markings written on her left inner arm.

The dwarves looked back at the unconscious girl, specifically on her left arm. Most of them gasped as they recognized it was written in their language, Khuzdul. This time, it was Balin who moved closer and took the young girl's arm reading the writings with the help of his magnifying glass. "The fate of the line of Durin lies in my hands"

"Clearly, stumbling upon this young girl isn't any coincidence" Gandalf pointed out and looked at Thorin who was staring at the Khuzdul markings on the stranger's arm. "She was sent here to bear us a message"

"Tie her hands behind her" Thorin ordered immediately. He took it as a sign of threat, possibly someone trying to have them killed before they could even claim Erebor. "Put her on one of the ponies and keep a watchful eye on her in case she wakes up" then he looked at his nephews. "Fili, Kili, you must keep your distance from that thing. Come on!" his voice boomed, causing everyone to scramble on their feet. "We've already wasted so much time"

Everyone got back on their ponies while Dwalin, the biggest amongst dwarves, tied the unconscious girl's hands tightly with a rope behind her and swiftly carried her over his shoulder without any trouble. Kili was putting the dark blue hood of his shirt over his head when he watched Dwalin put the unconscious girl roughly on the pony's saddle like she was a sack of potatoes. She was still unconscious, with blood from the gash on her forehead trickling on her hair.

"What if she slips off?" Kili sounded and looked concerned.

"Then we pick her back up and stuff her on the saddle" Dwalin said with a snicker and got up on his own pony.

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After hours of travel, the rain stopped sometime that late afternoon and the group decided to make camp. With so many wild beasts and creatures lurking the lands of middle earth, it was wiser not to travel by sundown. The ponies and horse were all gathered in one area, eating grass after a long day of travelling while some of the dwarves set up camp by making a bonfire and Bombur preparing their dinner. Kili had just finished scouting the area and was about to set his blanket down on the ground when he saw Oin on the other side of their camp, tending the needs of their unconscious captive.

"You're just a child, Kili" Thorin had said to his nephew the moment they settled for the night. "You're easily swayed by people's physical appearance, thinking that they're nice. That woman bears a message about Durin's line. Our line. So if you know what's best for you, keep your distance from her"

Kili clicked his tongue. He didn't like the way his uncle treated him like a baby. He strongly believed that the woman was no threat but if she actually was, he was old enough to fend for himself. As soon as he saw Oin got up, he too was up on his feet and followed him. "How is she?" he asked curiously.

"She's still unconscious" Oin replied, putting back a small container of medicine and bandages inside his bag. "But she's not in the brink of death. She just has a cut on her forehead, a sprained ankle, and a few scratches. But other than that, she's fine"

"What do you think happened to her?"

"Who knows? She must've lost her way and got attacked by some wild animal or something" he patted the young prince's shoulder. "Remember what Thorin said, stay away from her"

Kili smirked. "I doubt that an unconscious girl can do me any harm. Unless she's a great sorceress"

He waited for Oin to leave and when everyone else was busy doing their own thing, Kili sneaked towards the young girl. He slowly got down on one knee and observed her. The young girl was lying on the ground, a few meters away from the group, unconscious. Her hands were still tied behind her back but the cut on her forehead was cleaned and mended with ointment and so was her bandaged sprained ankle. He assumed her dress used to be white as snow but was now damp and greyish in color dirtied with soil and dried blood. He examined her face closely under the moonlight and saw how beautiful she was like a princess from a fairytale, waiting for her prince to break an evil spell with a kiss.

Kili reached forward and gently wiped the smudge of blood on her soft cheek with his thumb. He quickly got a hold on his sword's hilt, surprised when the girl suddenly moved but she didn't wake up. His lips curved into a smile and instantly moved his hand away from his sword after realizing that she only responded to his touch, like a gentle cat enjoying the way her master lulled her to sleep by rubbing her head or cheek. He continued stroking her cheek with his thumb and saw that she was beginning to shiver. The bonfire from their camp was too far and the sleeveless dress she was wearing was really short that her arms and slender legs were too exposed to the cold evening breeze. Setting his weapons aside on the ground, he unbuttoned his leather coat and carefully covered her with it like a blanket until she stopped shivering and snuggled it. Kili smiled again then got up with his weapons, walking away to join the others around the bonfire for dinner.