My first attempt at a fanfiction like this! I have had this idea in my head for a while and finally decided to write it! Any ways or ideas on how I could make it better will be appreciated greatly! :) enjoy

A sharp pain in my side sent my tumbling through the sKy, screeching as the ground came up to greet me. I couldn't move my wing, and hot, sticky blood coated my brown feathers on my chest which an arrow protruded out of.

Shuddering, I grimaced and pulled the shaft out with my giant talons. My keen eyes studied the landscape around me. I was surrounded with fields and forests of green, and large hills adorned with large round doors built in.

Half hopping, I made my way over to a clear pool in the ground and peered at my reflection; an enormous ombré brown eagle, running from light to dark, the tips of my wings to the top of my head. My feathers were flecked with a pastel brown. My raw, burning eyes were dotted with Amber, creating the illusion that they were gold.

I shuffled my feathers nervously. I would have to walk. My wing was bent at an atrocious angle, I could never fly on that.

Furious at myself for my dangerous flying, I let out a squeal of pain as

I tried to get up. I gritted my beak. This was bad. I was in unknown territory, injured and alone. Oh god, my father would kill

me himself if he could see me! The heir to the throne of Thranduil, With a broken wing. I was vulnerable. I blinked slowly. I had never used that word to describe myself before.

A hissed angrily and used my good wing to blend in as a tiny creature came down a path in front of me. It was humming happily.

'Looks like a halfling,' I thought. It had jet black hair and ghostly blue eyes. It held a leather blinded book in its hands. Sniffing, I peered through a gap in my bloodied feathers.

Oh great! It was settling against a tree! I snorted, causing the being to look up in surprise and I held my breath. It seemed like an age before it went back to reading.

Slipping quickly into the shadows, I limped along the path, a giant eagle whining like a new born babe.

A clutter of hooves and wheels grabbed my attention and I spun round to find a wizard stopping his cart behind me. I froze, my eyes piercing his own.

He wore a pointed grey hat and robes, and had a long grey beard.

'Do not worry, my friend,' he smiled. 'There is no need to fear me. I will not tell anyone,'

I shuffled my feathers awkwardly.

'Greetings, oh wizard. I am Vathiul, princess and heir to the line of Thranduil,' I announced regally, conscious of my appearance.

'Ah, well met Sindarin Thoron,' he replied watching me intently. I flinched as he recalled our races name in Elvish, great Eagle.

He seemed to sense my unease. 'My name is Gandalf The Grey.'

I dipped my brown head in greeting. I liked him already.

'I see something has happened?' He asked casually, gathering his horses reins in his hands once more. I bobbed my head, before looking down to my wing.

'Orcs and a crash landing,' I answered tiredly. His face darkened.

'So you were what they were following,' he mumbled. I whipped my gaze to him and he put his hands up in surrender. 'Do not worry, Vathiul! It is just rare these days to see your kind. They have not been spotted in Middle Earth for centuries. There must be a high price on your pelt, even more so seeing you are royalty.'

I grunted.

'Well, you shall have to take refuge here, in Hobbiton. It is a quaint part of the shire, though I feel you shall find it decent enough for your standards,' he added the last part rather quietly. Was that a compliment to the area or an insult to me?

I shivered as The wind threw chills down my back.

'Any who, it was nice meeting you. However I must be going, I have a party to attend too!' He spoke excitedly and whipped at his horse, causing his cart to start jogging steadily diwn the lane.

'Ah yes. I hope we shall meet again, master Gandalf,' I replied, before wondering off. I heard someone shout the Wizards name and peered over my shoulder, before heading back into the woods.

I stared unenthusiastically at the party. It was loud, messy and not to mention incredibly rude. If onlythey new what beast lurked in the shadows of the great party tree int the centre, they would of invited me! I shrugged the thought off as I watched 2 fairly young hobbits set off an accidental firework. The wizard wouldn't be happy, that's for sure. The flash of red boomed, before spiralling into a great dragon and bearing back down over the party. The crowd screamed, ducking and I growled as it flickered away. These fire shows were not very amusing. However, the company of halfling so grinned ecstatically and cheered.

House upon hours went by as I watched the merriment partake, and before long I found myself drifting to sleep. However I was awoken by a familiar face.

'All hail Vathiul!' It smirked and I let off a low rumble in my throat.

'Wizard, I am not in the mood for your trickery,' I spat moodily.

He cleared his throat.

'Ah, that's what I was going to say! What would you say if I asked you to look after a… Friend…. Of mine?' He asked hopefully. I rolled my eyes.

'If it's one of the halflings, I Would accept. They can't throw a decent party, let alone protect themselves from the real world,' I snorted.

Gandalf plucked one of my feathers and I let out a small squawk.

'Ow! Why did you do that?' I whined, preening myself self consciously. A missing feather would look fine with some grooming.

'You are so vain, Eagle!' He muttered!

'Gandalf! Who are you talking too?' A small voice questioned the grey wizard ,who took a step back from me. I sunk back into the shadows.

'That, my dear Frodo, is none of your concern! What is though, is the fact that your uncle is about to do his speech! Come young hobbit! This one better be good!'

I took into account that it was the halfling from earlier. The one with they blue eyes. The wizard had labelled him as Frodo. That must be his name sake then.

As for this… Speech they were talking about, well, it seems rather intriguing! I think I will watch it!

I hop-limped awkwardly over to the undergrowth , my wings flailing aimlessly as I stumbled. An elederly halfling with grey hair, apparently called Bilbo, walked nervously into the stage and started shouting out all the guests surnames.

"The boffins, The brandy bucks…" Yeh yeh, get on with it! I yawned quietly as he listed out server all more names. "Now, I'm going to go now," he stuttered, his confidence failing him. "Goodbye," he whispered. His hand crept to his pocket, where his small fingers fumbled for something. A flash of relief dawned upon his face as he found what he was looking for. Then he disappeared.

My beak fell open.

What! He disappeared! I smelt the halflings scent and tasted the air. He hadn't lingered their for long. I smelt a curse mingled with it. That melded into evil and gold. I shivered.

I didn't want to smell that agin. What he possessed endangered the whole of my kind, the whole of middle earth. And I WANTED IT!

Smiling crazily, I charged through the forest, stalking my tiny prey. I could smell the hobbit resting against a tree and grabbed my talons through the air at its base, hoping to grasp something. A faint squeal told me I had managed to get a leg and I lifted him up and shook him in my claws. A clatter of metal to the floor and he appeared, broad as daylight to my night-refined eyes.

His wrinkles sagged and his eyes filled with undeniable fear as my pupils dilated with madness. My senses tingled as I lunged greedily for the object that had fallen from his hands.

'Large-sina stupiditime vinya er!' ('stop this stupidity hatchling!')A booming voice crackled through the darkness. The ancient elvish seeped through my bones and my restless longing turned to sorrow. My golden eyes swivelled to the right to see the wizard In grey come storming through the trees towards where I had my prey pinned to the ground under one enormous foot.

'Let him go Vathiul! Look at what you have done! You have frightened this poor hobbit to death!' He bellowed, slapping my scaly foot with his staff. I flinched and moved away, still staring at the hobbit who fell to the ground, combing through the leaves for the lost relic. He swiftly put it in his pocket, avoiding my eyes and allowed Gandalf to help him up.

'My dear Bilbo! What on earth do you think you did back there?' He asked sternly to the halfling. Bilbo looked to the floor. The wizard sighed.

'Never you mind, we shall talk about this at bag end.' He turned his gaze to me, his eyes narrowing. He had called me a hatchling! How dare he! I was over 300 years old. I mean sure, I still wasnt fully grown. But surely by his standards I must be ancient!

I grunted unhappily and clawed at the ground.

'And you, your highness, I expected better.' He added emphasis on the latter. What was he getting at?

'Uh! What ever! I'm a great eagle, Wizard,' I spat angrily, 'I can do what I please! As for your question earlier, I have changed my mind;I will not be protecting any halfling for you. Nor any other creature. How dare you accuse me of doing something wrong! I was perfectly within my rights to take that evil away from one who surely plans something malicious with it!'

I seethed. My wing hurt and my whole, aching feathered body shook angrily.

"Malicious?" A small voice accused. I sent the halfling a warning glance and he backed away slightly.

'I am not sure it was Bilbo who wanted that ring for no good, Vathiel. That relic does terrible things to ones mind. It would be best to avoid IT entirely.' He said softly, not threatened at all by my words. This I was not used too.

I was a soon to be queen! Why did he not cower before me? I shook my head and stalked off into the night, the Wizards words pondering in my head.

Yay! First chapter done! I hope you enjoyed it! If you can't tell, our Royalty here is an extremely sassy thing. As for the ring... (Which is what she was after) she is easily swayed by it. She is a *cough* little *cough* strong headed.

anyways... I will upload the next chapter soon!