AN: Daekano and Sariawen are my Lotr characters from Lotro (lord of the rings online). Chrisandir (lotro) belongs to Feralfanatic. Elvish language is from Dragon Flame, Hisweloke- Sindarin dictionary as well as some other websites.

P.S I could really use a Beta Reader, I don't really know how it works (the process of getting a beta reader etc...) so message me if you're interested

Three for the Elves under the sky

Seven for the Dwarf lords in their halls of Stone

Nine for the mortal Men doomed to die

Tauriel watched in horror as Bolg smirked at her, his arm raised to drive his weapon into Kili's side. If her emotions hadn't taken over her senses she would've heard the soft footsteps above. Thud. She watched as a knife jutted out of Bolg's throat, blood splatter onto Kili's chest. She watched as a hooded figure landed on Bolg two swords drawn, Bolg roared in agony as they pierced his flesh. He dropped his weapon and tried to grasp the newcomer letting Kili fall to the ground. The struggle finished shortly and the figure got off his fallen victim. His attention turned to Tauriel.

"Are you alone?" his voice cut through the silence.

"Who are you?" She asked cautiously her eyes shifted to her discarded daggers.

A soft laughter escaped the newcomer, "My name is of no concern to you… for now." He gave a low whistle.

Tauriel watched as two figures descended the stairs above them. They were a male and female, her keen eyes looked at them with distrust.

"You had to leap down didn't you?" Asked the male shaking his head in disbelief

"Yeah, I did."

Tauriel watched as one of them strangers picked Kili up and placed his arms on Kili's shoulders and proceeded to lead him up the stairs. The female followed closely behind leaving them two alone.

"What are you doing with him?" Tauriel demanded she was trying to determine whether or not she should rush for her weapons. She silently cursed herself for losing her bow when she lost her temper with Thranduil.

"We are keeping him safe." There was a pause, "look tell Gandalf to meet us at the top of this watchtower tonight at midnight, tell him to bring anyone whom he trust save, King Dain of the Iron hill and the men of Lake town." With that the figure turned on his heels and followed his friends.

Tauriel was tempted to follow them but common sense stopped her. She was outnumbered three to one and from the looks of the strangers they were well armed and fighters. She sighed wondering what they were going to do to Kili. She hurried off to find Gandalf.

Darkness fell upon Erebor and soon Raven hill was hidden by the darkness, on top of the watch tower there was a small fire roaring. Kili watched the three hooded figures who sat around the fire, one of them, the female stood up and peered around at their surroundings. It was quiet and her eyes soon became accustomed to the darkness. The moonlight was pale and revealed the corpse of the fight that had taken place.

"Here is some food." One of the hooded men said handing over some dried pork and a small loaf of bread.

"Thank you." Kili said and dug into the food the bread was stale but it didn't matter.

"Why are you holding me here?" He asked curiously, there was no fear behind his voice.

"All will be revealed later." The female spoke sitting down and drawing her sword out, she pulled out a wet stone and began to rub it against the edge of the blade making a lovely ringing sound. The motion made Kili shudder.

The two males had pipes in their mouths and as they breathed out, the flame from their pipes revealed their eyes. Causing Kili's eyes to widen like saucers. There were footsteps approaching, and the tap-tap of a walking stick and grumbling voices.

"Bother this meeting." Came an elderly man's voice.

"Gandalf, couldn't this be some trap to kill us?"

"A trap? Why Master Baggins of course it could be a trap but I doubt it. If what Lady Tauriel says is true… Not that I don't believe her, then these are friends not enemies."

"Perhaps your years have caused you to lower your guard Mithrandir." Another voice added.

"I think Gandalf is right." A female voice said causing Kili's heart to jump when he recognized who it belonged to.

None of the strangers seemed worried about those approaching their camp and continued on with what they were doing. Kili's eyes wondered about the place, for some odd reason he didn't feel afraid of the three figures. His eyes fell onto Gandalf when he stepped into the light, followed by Bilbo Baggins, Thranduil, Tauriel and lastly trailing behind was a solemn Legolas. His eyes narrowed when they fell upon him. Gandalf took a seat near the fire.

"What is this…" He stammered off then raised an eyebrow, "Duinedain?"

"Gandalf, it's good to see you. I see the elf passed along our message, however I question your judgement in bringing a Hobbit."

"I didn't know what news you brought so I thought I'd bring him along… what brings you to Erebor?" Gandalf asked with concern.

"We are tracking something." The other male spoke.

Soon there was a commotion of whispers amongst the rangers, they were speaking in their tongue. It died just as quickly as it had occurred.

"Let me introduce myself and my friends. I am Daekano, Chrisandir and that is Lady Sariawen." Daekano spoke giving an elvish gesture which surprised Kili.

"It's just Sariawen." The female said rolling her eyes at Daekano's antics.

Daekano laughed, "Be thankful I didn't say, Lady Sariawen who hails from Rivendell, Friend of the Duinedain, Orc Bane of Angmar." He finished it with a smirk.

"Sariawen?" Tauriel asked, "You're an elf."

Sariawen nodded her head and pulled her hood off, she had long black hair, some fell over her shoulders but the majority of it fell behind her back. She was beautiful, her eyes seemed to twinkle and there were a small smile tugging at her lips.

"You said something about tracking" Gandalf nudged trying to steer the conversation back on course.

Daekano shot Chrisandir an accusing look, "There is something I'd like to discuss with you first Gandalf, in Adunaic if you will."

Gandalf nodded his head, "I'm a little rusty but I shall try my best."

"Gandalf what do you know of the Nine?" Daekano said switching to the tongue of the Numenor.

Gandalf's eyes widen in shock, "The Nine?"

"Yes Gandalf, you know what I speak of." Daekano said confirming Gandalf's suspicion, "We felt its presence ere a month ago."

"Are you certain?" Gandalf asked his brows were furrowed.

"Yes" Sariawen spoke fluently, "I felt a darkness, a fear, a foul chill in the air" This drew awe from Tauriel and Kili and surprise from Thranduil and Legolas as never before had they heard an elf speak Adunaic. It was a language taught to very few people other then their own kin, those who were taught were held in high regard with the Duinedain.

"We've been tracking him Gandalf, at first it lingered in Angmar then it rode off heading towards Erebor. I fear it is after the Lonely Mountain."

"Why? Why after all these years?"

"I don't know Gandalf but I suspect it has something to do with the things you put into motion with the dwarves setting off to reclaim their home. Whatever it is this ring wraith Valse is looking for something, we nearly lost its trail several times."

Gandalf remained silent for some time, he was busy in his thoughts the news of one of the Nine abroad was disconcerting. A sudden thought rose in his mind and his eyes settled on Kili who gulped.

"This is ill news." Gandalf spoke switching the common tongue, "I believe we should share this information with the others."

"There is one more thing Gandalf there is never just one ring wraith. Never. I believe the young dwarf prince is his target."

Gandalf nodded his head in agreement, "This is lord Thranduil of the Mirkwood realm, his son Legolas, Tauriel and prince Kili."

Gestures were made before Gandalf began.

"Daekano, Chrisandir and Sariawen have been fighting in Angmar against the orcs, alongside of their ranger brothers. Just a month ago they spotting something, felt its presence and have been tracking it from Angmar."

"What is it?" Legolas asked curiously.

"It was a Nazgul, by the name Valse,"

Thranduil's eyes widen in fear, "the Nine walk abroad?"

Daekano nodded his head, "We tracked him to Erebor, there is something of great importance to him and his master Sauron."

"This is ill news." Thranduil frowned, "my kin have already suffered heavy losses to the pale Orc. I will not subject them to fight a darker evil."

"Father, perhaps it would be wise to hear their tale then talk about the impending threat that is rising." Legolas spoke, "if Erebor is under threat and falls then the Greenwood will fall shortly and Middle Earth will be devoured by the servants of evil."

"I agree." Gandalf smiled at the Mirkwood prince then turned to Daekano, who was refilling his pipe.

"Very well. It began a month ago…."