AN: Hey there! So this is my first FanFiction in the Hobbit / Lord of the Rings universe! I am in love with all the movies I am currently reading The Hobbit so please feel free to tell me I have something wrong….I hope you enjoy it and please leave some KIND and ENCOURAGING reviews!

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She will rise

She will fall

Born of not one

Cursed by her own

Rider of The Terrible

Huntress and Sister

Lumine will call

The King Under The Mountain will come

She holds the key

Forbidden race from the earth

Caller of dreams and the dead

Lover to one

Men fight for her hand

Holder of souls

With nothing but

A Golden Heart and a Golden Bow


Prologue

"Where is she?!" a voice boomed through the halls of Mirkwood, "Do not hide her sister!" the child began creeping towards the closet door, eager to return to her mother's side.

"Brother please! She is a beautiful child. Long dark blonde hair, sapphire eyes, skin almost like gold!" a blonde she-elf tried to plead to the King of Mirkwood, Thranduil.

"If I ever see this child in my kingdom, it will be the end of both of you!" the tall blonde elven king hissed. The moment he left the room, the she-elf ran to the closet where her child and Grey Wizard hid.

"Lilliana, we must go," the old wizard warned.

"Gandalf, we have no where to go," Lilliana almost cried as she hugged the small child tight in her arms.

"Thranduil wont stop looking for the child until he finds her and sees you and her dead," Gandalf tried to reason with the stubborn she-elf but it was nearly impossible.

"He wont touch my Saphira," Lilliana growled between her teeth.

"Then you have doomed both of your lives," Gandalf sighed looking to the two. The child was born only a few hours ago, she would've been safe in the Blue Mountains if Lilliana listened to him, but of course she didn't.

"Aunt Lilliana," the door creaked open and entered a tall blonde male elf, "What is the-" then he saw Saphira. His eyes enchanted by her looks and worried gaze.

"Legolas, please go!" Lilliana said shielding Saphira from his eyes.

"This is her? Isn't it?" Legolas breathed, making Gandalf concerned. Legolas was not one to be speechless.

"Please don't," Lilliana almost cried but it was too late, guards filled the room and took hold of the Princess, small child, and Wizard. They were escorted to the throne room of Thranduil, Legolas stood proud at his side, on normal occasions, but on this one Legolas was worried. Not for his aunt, but for the child who clings to her.

"Sister," Thranduil sighed, "You should not have hid the child," he stood from his wooden throne, walking down the winding steps, robs flourishing behind him.

"Her name is Saphira," Lilliana growled struggling against the grip of the guards.

"You have committed a terrible crime sister. A crime that many species have committed," Thranduil looked at Gandalf, almost amused.

"So it's a crime to create a life?" Lilliana almost howled as Saphira continued to hold onto her.

"It is when the child is made with Dwarven blood!" Thranduil screamed, everyone froze. No one has ever yelled at Lady Lilliana, ever.

"Thranduil, if you kill this child, you will bring war amongst your people, a war you will lose." Gandalf bellowed with his strongest voice.

"You say this child is beautiful?" Thranduil asked pulling out his sword, "You say this child is yours? That you will bless her with kisses from your elven lips?"

"Yes, brother. I will!" Lilliana cried out as tears streamed down her face.

"You say this child is like gold?!" Thranduil snarled, Lilliana's eyes widened as she knew what was to happen, "Then let her be gold!" suddenly a bright flash came from Thranduil's finger tips and hit Saphira, sending her flying into a pillar.

"What have you done!" Lilliana sobbed as Gandalf went to the child's aid, then the gold streak appeared in Saphira's blonde hair.

"That mark!" Thranduil bellowed, "Will be the mark of the unwanted!" he then turned to Lilliana, "And motherless," without a blink Thranduil moved his sword and it connected with Lilliana's smooth creamy ivory skin, "You have one hour, Gandalf, to remove this child from my kingdom before I send out the hunters on her," the wizard stood, Saphira in his arms as well as his staff, and ran.

"Mother!" Saphira cried out as Gandalf took her away from Lilliana's lifeless body.


Gandalf took her to the Blue Mountains. Where a group of huntresses waited. They were called The Sister's of the Hunt. When Saphira arrived there was many of them. They took her into their care, and made her one of them. She belonged to them. For they were all halfblooded. None of Saphira's kind, but most had Dwarven blood. Saphira learned fast and became one of the best Huntresses in the group. The Sisters believed it was her warrior blood, but Saphira knew differently. They traveled across Middle Earth, searching for more half-bloods. They made a difficult decision with one, which resulted in Orcs hunting the Sisters down and searching for the forbidden race of half-bloods. But then, something wonderful happened.


Saphira — (75 years later)

I stood in front of the lake, looking at my own reflection. Not that I cared for looks, but so many things have changed over the years. I wasn't the same dainty girl anymore. Long bright wavy blonde hair, the gold streak from my child hood was the actual shade of gold now. Three corn row braids over my left ear, it look shaven from my hair parting, but the style made firing arrows easier. I'd grown taller but was still shorter than a male dwarf, at least by half a head or so, but I was taller than the average she-dwarf for my age and I had nice curves. I never wore much clothing, an armoured shoulder bustier and leather shorts with fur running and climbing boots. I never carried much so it made running easy, wolf hide cloak with its mussel as the hood and its paws as gloves. Calla and Nala made them for me. My pack was small carried water, dried fruits and meats, blade sharpener and my dark brown hooded cloak. My slender body and hyper sensitive skin made wearing much clothing unbearable, I only did when I had to, like around a Sister's mate. I had a piercing in my nose that I got from my first kill and many more joined my ears.

I stood under the waterfall near my father's village, I've been going here several times since the Sisters let me find my own path. Then I felt something strange, like I was being watched as I bathed in the water. I didn't pay it much 'tention, probably an animal to close for its own good. I sat by the water's edge, sharpening one of my many knives when I smelt it. Tobacco and mould.

"Gandalf," I chuckled, not moving from my position as the wandering wizard joined me on the wooden log.

"My, I thought I was being sneaky," the old grey wizard laughed. He didn't just have a long grey beard and hair, or grey eyes, he wore long grey robes, and a pointed grey hat with a long grey wood staff. Gandalf the Grey, the wondering wizard.

"You'll have to do better than that to try and sneak up on me," I laughed tapping my nose before continuing to sharpen my knife.

"Well I will have to keep that in mind for the journey ahead of us," I stopped sharpening.

"Us?" I asked looking to him.

"Yes," Gandalf mused, "I would like you to join a company of travellers," I sighed and shook my head. Gandalf has been trying for years to get me around others.

"Look, I'm not interested in playing pet for a bunch of Man dwellers."

"Who said that were of the race of Man?" Gandalf asked, shocking me.

"I'm not sure Gandalf," I said standing and walking towards the cliff edge, looking over the Blue Mountains.

"They intend to take back your father's homeland, Erebor," I quickly turned to him, eyes wide with curiosity and shock.

"They're dwarves?" I breathed flinching slightly at the memory of dwarves hunting me and the Sisters down like we were game, by order of my father.

"Yes, and hopefully a Hobbit," I smiled at the thought of the Hobbits I've seen. They're not very adventurous, but if you convince them to something they are the most willing creatures I have ever seen. But a Hobbit on a quest? Especially a quest like this? Impossible.

"They won't take lightly to a woman amongst them," I laughed as I saw Gandalf had already collected all of my things. I thought of the danger of the quest. Smaug was under Erebor, hiding in the gold. But then I thought of Lumine, her dying in those halls, trying to find a cure. At least thats what Avaline had told me.

"If you do this Saphira, you'll bring honor to the Half-blood race," Gandalf reminded me. Many thought of us as cold, heartless, vicious beasts. That we acted like Orcs or Goblins and made nothing but turmoil in our wake.

"What do I need to do?" I spoke without thinking, something I've been doing of late. Gandalf pulled something out of his satchel. A key. It was held by a leather strap and he dangled it in front of me.

"Hold onto this until I ask for it," he simply stated as I took it and placed the key around my neck and tucked it into my bustier, "And travel to Bag End, where a Hobbit hole will have my mark," I chuckled lightly.

"This Hobbit will not be pleased with having a mark on their door," Gandalf chuckled with me.

"That I know," he replied before giving me a small smile, "Be careful where you hunt, others are travelling in your direction and I do not want them getting themselves into harm," I laughed heartily as I tied my stuff tightly to my back and pulled up my wolf cloak.

"I'll try not to harm them to much," I called before making my run down the mountain. You may wonder why I don't use a pony or some other use of transportation, but the Sisters of the Hunt run. Our legs were made for it. If we put our mind to it, we can make a two week journey a two day run, only if we're on our own and alone. We hunt when we need to and don't have the need to rest until we reach our destination.

I ran through the trees, full from my meal on a dear, it was appetizing but Gandalf silently promised me food in the Hobbit's home. Then I saw it. The Shire. I heard ponies behind me as I stopped in the forest edge. Not wanting to be seen, I ran close to the ground and followed the calling mark until I reached the round green door under the hill.

Wiping the blood from my mouth I tried to make myself look presentable for the Hobbit as I knocked on the door. The door swung open and stood a curly red haired Hobbit who was quite startled to see me.

"Oh, um, good evening," he said quite shocked, I could hear others in the hobbit hole, male dwarves.

"Lady Saphira, at your service," I bowed to him then looked past him, smelling food and needing his blessing to enter his home, a curse all half-bloods have, "May I come in? It's been a long journey for me and I'm famished."

"Yes, yes of course," he stuttered allowing me to enter, I felt the curse allow me through the door way and into the hobbit hole, "Bilbo Baggins at your whim, Lady Saphira," I somewhat ignored him as I walked through the hole, amazed at all of its tunnels. As I turned the corner there was a knock at the door and I heard Bilbo sigh, poor lad, doesn't know what's coming for him. When I heard the door open something sparked inside of me.

"Fili," a gruff voice said.

"And Kili," another one said.

"At your service," they both said at once. I poked my head around the corner, trying to use the black wolf hide as a mask in the shadows as I looked at the two dwarves who were standing in the doorway.

One had long dark hair and matching brown eyes; he was dressed in fine blue travelling clothes and had an obvious set of weapons on his person, a beautiful silver sword along with a bow and a large quiver of arrows. The main difference I'd discovered in my observation was that he did not have a beard like the few dwarfs I've seen in my days, but rather he had a short amount of brown stubble.

The other was a lot fairer, he had long blonde hair (the shade of mine when I was a babe), and a short beard to match. His hair had a few braids in the front and most noticeably his moustache was braided on both sides. His nose was slightly larger than his travelling partner and his eyes, were a sea blue-green color that I've only seen in the southern ocean. He wore a big fur coat in a light brown shade and seem to have even more weapons than I've seen a person carry, except for myself.

They're quite attractive, I thought to myself as I continued to watch in the shadows.

"You must be Mister Boggins!" exclaimed the brunette as the rose from their bow.

"Nope! You can't come in! You've come to the wrong house!" announced Bilbo, swinging the door shut making me giggle, but the brunette caught the door and stopped him from closing it.

"What? Has it been cancelled?" he asked shoving the door back open with ease.

"No one told us," the blonde fixed Bilbo with a hard stare, they both looked for where my laugh came from but then turned their attention back to Bilbo.

"Can- no nothings been cancelled," Bilbo replied ripe with confusion.

"Well that's a relief," the brunette grinned cheekily pushing his way through, the blonde followed with a smirk.

"Careful with these, I just had them sharpened," the blonde warned piling knives and short swords into Bilbo's arms making me drawn closer and almost expose myself, but I just crept a little closer into the light. I wanted to see those weapons.

"It's nice this place is. Did you do it yourself?" the brunette asked as he strode around and eventually began cleaning his boots on a box by the wall.

"Well…no it's been in the family for years…THAT'S MY MOTHER'S GLORY BOX! Can you please not do that?!" Bilbo's words made another bubble of laughter escape my lips, causing the two to look for the sound.

"Fili, Kili come give us a hand," the tall balding dwarf came out from where I saw him in the larder and grasped the brunette by the arm, the lad grinned and threw his arm around him.

"Mr. Dwalin!" he almost gasped as I made my way to the table near me and leaned over the fire to warm up my now cold hands. Suddenly I heard something drop and make a huge thud.

"Wolf!" someone gasped making me turn around and drop my cloak hood as I stood slowly to my feet.

"Halt! I am no wolf!" I gasped holding my hands up in surrender as I saw the four dwarves reach for weapons, "Sa- Lady Saphira, friend of Gandalf," I looked to their eyes almost in a plea, they had to believe me. The older looking dwarf simply sighed and gave a smile.

"Right, let's get this in the hall or we'll never get everyone in!" the older looking dwarf announced moving back to the table that was dropped behind them.

"Everyone!" Bilbo quipped, "How many more are there?" I quickly darted down one of the tunnels nearest to me and went to the entrance to hang my things. I started with my cloak, but as I moved to remove my weapons I felt someone near.

"Name's Kili," the gruff voice said as I glanced up, the brunette, I looked at him cautiously as he held out his hand, but as I took it to shake he planted a kiss on top of my furry fingerless wolf paw gloves. Odd.

"Saphira," I gently said as I removed my sword from my hip, then my two longer daggers from my back with my own bow and quiver of arrows.

"You're an archer?" he smiled seeing the weapon. He seemed enchanted by all of my hand made weapons.

"Aye, one of the best Gandalf knows," I remembered he was the one with the bow, "You must be one of the other's he mentioned," Kili smiled brightly at me, making me note that he was not one that Gandalf mentioned.

I reached for my back blade, but the holster had moved making me unable to reach for it, "Need a hand, my lady?" I saw Kili frown as a hand brushed my back and took the blade. The blonde came to face me, holding the small blade in front of me and gave me a wink, "Fili."

"Thank you, kind sir," I smiled before removing more small blades that were exposed.

"My, how many do you have?" Kili asked as I pulled the last one from my thigh strap.

"What? A lady can't bear arms?" I laughed before I began walking to the dinning area. Then came a rather loud knock came from the door, catching all three of our's attention.

"THERE ARE FAR TO MANY DWARVES IN MY DINING ROOM AS IT IS! If this is some PLOTHEADS idea of a joke! Haha! I can only say it is in very.." at this point he opened the door and a pile of dwarfs fell in his door and I couldn't help but give a small laugh, catching both Fili's and Kili's attention.

"So it was you?" Fili breathed, but my attention was grasped by the figure in the doorway.

"Gandalf," both Bilbo and I said, I was relieved but the hobbit seemed unamused.

Then it all began. Their feast was beginning and I watched all of it unfold as I leaned against a barrel of ale. Bilbo was making a lot of comments along the lines of 'Not that!', 'Put that back!' and when Fili and Kili joined me at the barrel so they could move it, a quite large dwarf waddled out of the larder carrying four blocks of cheese, causing Bilbo to comment, 'Have you got a cheese knife?'

Which another came by the answer with an odd floppy hat, 'Cheese knife? He eats it by the block.' I glanced down and saw the two still trying to move the barrel of ale.

"Let me see," I sighed before crouching down next to Fili.

"It's no use, it won't move," Fili said to me, but I just rolled my eyes and pulled out four pins from the stand the barrel sat upon.

"Now try," I smiled standing up, the two were able to move the barrel.

"The lass has some sort of magic up her sleeve," Kili smiled to me with a wink as he and Fili took the barrel into the dinning room. Then I saw Gandalf. Towering over everyone and counting dwarfs, while they carried food around and fought with Bilbo over what they were taking.

Eventually he muttered after a dark haired dwarf with an axe in his head spoke in Khuzdul to Gandalf before sauntering away, "Yes you are quite right Bifur, we are one dwarf short."

Then Dwalin replied from where he leaned oppositely from me against the wall, "He is late is all, he travelled north to a meeting of our kin, he will come."

Gandalf nodded then turned to me, "So you beat me here?" he smiled at me warmly, "And not a drop of blood in sight?"

"Only to get threatened to be killed," I laughed, Gandalf looked at me confused, "A few thought I was a wolf," I shrugged with a smile, "And don't insult me, I can clean up unlike a wolf."

"Well you hunt like one," Gandalf chuckled as a grey haired dwarf came up to him with a tiny glass of red wine. I moved my way into the dinning area and sat down next to Kili, which gave me a good view of the dwarfs here.

"Oh excuse me," the grey haired dwarf that gave Gandalf his wine said coming over with a tray containing a teapot and two mugs, "May I tempt you with a cup of chamomile?"

I raised an eyebrow at him, "Er, um, no. Mug of ale would be good though," suddenly Fili appeared next me to with two mugs in hand.

"You called?" he beamed handing me the mug then caught my nervous glance to the older dwarf holding the tea, "It's ok Dori, maybe Oin wants some?" Fili got Dori to move to the other grey haired dwarf who had a metal object to his ear to help him hear.

"Thank you," I smirked taking a good swing of the ale, not as strong as what I'm use to but still, ale is ale. Then the food finally was passed around, well more like thrown, Fili walked along the top handing out mugs of ale and everyone was loud and merry. Then I heard Kili next to me call out.

"On three!" I knew the game well and clinked glasses with them and drank my ale deeply. They were still splashing it down their beards by the time I finished. A small buzz came then vanished as the dwarves began a burping contest. I laughed at this which caught Kili's attention, then the dwarf next to me stood and gave a rather loud and long burp causing the room to go silent then explode with laughter.

When dinner was finished I leaned against the main wall where everyone seemed to be walking through.

"Excuse me that is a doily not a dishcloth!" Bilbo snapped causing me to give a chuckle.

"But it has holes in it!"

"It's suppose to! It's crochet."

"And what a wonderful game it is too, if you've got the balls for it," I gave another laugh as I watched Bilbo rant to Gandalf about the dwarfs.

"I'm not even going to tell you what they've done in the bathroom they've all but destroyed the plumbing!" I covered my mouth with a hand to stop the laugh from coming out.

"'S'cuse me, I'm sorry to interrupt, but what should I do with my plate?"

This was coming from the same dwarf who did the long burp? How cute.

"Here you go Ori, give it to me," at which point he threw it to his brother Kili who stood not so far from me to my left.

"Excuse me that's my mother's best fathering…" a what?! "It's over a hundred years old!" I heard a soft beat coming from the dining area as Fili continues throwing plates. I began continuing the beat in the hall causing Fili to smile at me as he did amazing tricks before sending the plates to Kili.

"And can you not do that you'll blunt them!"

"Oooh do you hear that lads, he say's we'll blunt the knives!" said the same dwarf with the odd hat.

"Blunt the knives and bend the forks," Kili began to sing before making a motion for more plates.

"Smash the bottles and burn the corks…" Fili continued before I suddenly reached out and grabbed the plate flying past me, make the brothers freeze.

"Chip the glasses and crack the plates!" I sang tossing the plate to Bifur who was cleaning in the kitchen then everyone joined in.

"That's what Bilbo Baggins hates!

Cut the cloth tread on the fat!

Leave the bones on the bedroom mate!

Pour the milk on the pantry floor!

Splash the wine on every door!

Dump the crocks in a boiling bowl;

Pound them up with a thumping pole;

And when you've finished, if they are whole;

Send them down the hall to roll!" At this point Kili and I were catching plates and bowls everywhere. I sent one to Bifur while doing a back flip, impressing Kili as I vanished to stand next to Fili as the others joined in the kitchen.

"That's what Bilbo Baggins hates!" we all stood laughing at Bilbo's shocked face to the very clean and unharmed dishes. Suddenly everybody was silenced at a loud knock.

Gandalf ominously proclaimed in a grave voice, "He is here."

The moment the door swung open I knew who had arrived.

"Gandalf, I thought you said this place would be easy to find, I lost my way twice, wouldn't have found it at all had it not been for that mark on the door," he said throwing off his cloak glancing around and frowning as he came inside, I leaned against the wall near Gandalf.

"Mark," Bilbo stepped out looking fretful once more, "There is no mark on that door it was painted a week ago." I let out a dark chuckle at the worried hobbit.

"There is a mark, I put it there myself, "Gandalf said kindly but very matter-of-fact like, "Bilbo Baggins, allow me to introduce the leader of our company, Thorin Oakenshield."

"So-" Thorin said stepping up to Bilbo and giving him the once over, crossing his arms, "This is the hobbit. Tell me Mr. Baggins have you done much fighting?"

I fought a laugh as I saw Bilbo's face, "Pardon me?"

"Axe or sword?" Thorin asked walking around Bilbo, sizing him up, "What's your weapon of choice?"

"Well I do have some skill at conkers if you must know…but I fail to see why thats relevant," Bilbo tried to intimidate Thorin and match his tone as I chocked down a scoff.

"Thought as much. He looks more like a grocer than a burglar."

The dwarfs gave a short laugh at this and Thorin made his way to the dinning hall but fell short when he caught eye of me. I took note of his long dark hair with some random braids in, as well as a dark short beard. He was very broad and taller than me of course but I didn't mind. He was The One.

"Sapphire," Thorin smiled, I thought he meant my eyes then I realized the mistake.

"Saphira," I corrected with a smile before walking to the dinning, "But yes I am named after the gem."

"A beautiful gem," I heard Kili say behind me.

"Aye, a very beautiful gem," Fili almost purred as I sat down next to the large dwarf in front of the hearth, but the two followed and sat on either side of me.

This night will be long. I sighed to myself slightly brushing my fingers with the key that rested in my bustier by my heart.


AN: OMG! I can't believe that its done! I know it contained a lot of holes and may have you thinking that we don't know anything about Saphira but don't worry and don't give up! I have something special in mind for her! Leave a review if you wish!

Xoxo - Scar