Yay! At last the sequel to Silent Flower of Greenwood is here! *pats self on back* Sorry for long delay. Haven't been in writing mood and been doing fan reading instead. For heads up, updates will be inconsistent.

This chapter I had to redo 2-3 times as I debated how the story should flow. This story takes place same time as The Hobbit. However, Dinenloth will not participate in majority of it (as of right now). There will be times she joins or aids them. If something doesn't make sense, please tell me as I was sleepy when writing this chapter and the next two.

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If someone ever asked Dinenloth about her first meeting with a dwarf, she would smile with a twinkle in her eye, then walk away. She found it far different than what she had heard from her family and people. Of course there had been some tension but on her part she found dwarves to be an interesting race. When Mithrandir had asked her to join Thorin in his quest, she had been hesitant. There was also the action of her father that would cause Thorin to hate her, that is if Thorin ever discovered who she is and where she lived. She thought back to her meetings with the dwarf.

"Mithrandir, Ada will behead you and severely punish me for this entertainment of yours."

The old wizard touched his neck in mock worry. "Oh dear. That would be most unpleasant. I rather that not happen. I very much like my head where it is, thank you very much. Well then, if this is to be so we must prevent him from knowing, hm?" Dinenloth sighed in defeat. He was not allowing her to escape this. "I think this will be most profitable, and it's time to dissolve this hatred between the two races." He gave her a pointed look. "Most ridiculous and even more so is the stubborness of both races." Here he shook his head in disappointment and annoyance.

"He will not accept me, especially after what Ada has done."

That made him sigh. "I can only be thankful that you are not as foolish as your father. You are more open minded than he. It is because of this trait of yours that I was counting on you to accept my proposal. And here you are coming with me to meet with Thorin." He gave her a wide smile, only to cause her to frown further. The face she gave him was nothing positive. "I know, you do no intend on fully joining us and Thranduil has influenced you to hate dwarves. But give them a chance. Learn from them, not from what books and others have spoken of them. The best way to learn is from experience and straight from the source."

It was her time to sigh and give in to his wish. "Very well. I shall try."

The next week they met Thorin. She kept hidden beneath a cloak, listening to Mithrandir do all the talking. Thorin was suspicious of her if his glances wasn't telling enough. She listened to the dwarven prince's desires and passion to retake his homeland. At times she felt moved and a portion of her desired to help.

"Who is this person, Gandalf, that stays hidden beneath that hood? Can this person truly be trusted?" Thorin spoke at last, not able to deal with the secretive person.

"Thorin, allow me to introduce to you . . ."

"Misteth," Dinenloth introduced herself as she revealed her face.

This was the name she had chosen for herself upon leaving home. It had several meanings for her as she and her father were lost to each other for a time, even with Mithrandir she felt she were merely straying around Arda without knowing what to do, and her memories were still lost unto her. The name was also a way to hide lineage and from any of her friends or family from finding her.

Thorin had growled in deep hatred for having this elf in his company and having heard his tale.

"What is the meaning of this, Gandalf!?" he nearly shouted and allowed his disgust to seep in his voice.

Gandalf gestured for Thorin to calm. "Now now, as I have said Thorin, my companion can be trusted and will do no harm to you."

"No elf can ever be trusted, especially those of Greenwood."

Dinenloth about retorted but reigned in her words and anger to not give away any of her true identity. Besides, if she was to travel with him then it was best to not toss anger back and forth. In such times it was best for one to remain calm and settle for some peaceable ground. She also decided to try what she learned from Mithrandir. Learn from the source and his point of view.

"Tell me why you hold such deep hatred for those of Greenwood?" she spoke slowly.

Thorin glared at her and for the next couple hours they conversed over this topic sharing from both views and finding no middle ground as stubborness and pride surfaced along the way. It was an attempt, which was a beginning in Gandalf's book. The next the three met, Thorin was raving on the fact that Gandalf had volunteered Misteth for the journey.

"I will not have this she elf," here he pointed sternly at her, "traveling with me, nor will she be allowed leagues before Erebor's entrance!"

Gandalf rubbed his temples. "It is not insane and she can be of great assistance."

"I do not intend of traveling with you the entire time. However, I will aid you when the time comes."

Thorin scowled. "Thranduil promised aid but left when he saw us wounded and chased out of our home."

Dinenloth sighed, knowing this would come between them. "Thorin, I shall not fail where Lord Thranduil has."

The two stared into each other's eyes. Thorin at that moment saw a different side of her. Just as he didn't trust her, she didn't trust him, but her reason was different. It was from pain that she barely trusted others. She didn't want to get hurt further as she already suffered from a past she knew nothing of. He could see that pretended to be strong and whole when in reality she was broken. A part of her was missing. Lost was her past, lost to self.

"What must I do to gain your trust?" she asked throwing up a wall so he could not discover any more of her.

The question made him recall he was dealing with an elf. He tried to ignore what he had just seen. "How about returning to your trees?" he threw at her.

"For the love of," Gandalf said in expiration and threw his hands up. He caught Miseth giving him the eye that reminded him that this was his idea. "I know and I still intend for this to happen," he whispered so only she heard him. She gave a small nod and smile. Perhaps she could help the poor wizard.

"Your Highness," that perked the two up, "I have heard many tales of the beauty of the mines of your people and desire to see them myself." Thorin turned suspicious again. "I assure you I have no ulterior motive. Once I had been locked away by my family, now I wander to explore Middle Earth and all her beauty. Gandalf once told me the best way to learn is through experience. Come, won't you allow me to visit your home and see for myself if the tales be true or not?"

Thorin pondered this deeply and eyed the wizard if she spoke true. Gandalf only tilted his head as a sign to give her a chance. He stared long at her face, trying to find deceit. Her eyes open for him to read surprised him. Never had he known an elf to be so expressive with their eyes. All she spoke of was true. The more he gazed the more he saw what kind of elf she was.

"Very well," he partly surrendered.

Gandalf repositioned himself to get comfortable. So far so good. "Ah, excellent."

"I will hold you to your promise, elf," Thorin stated, giving a pointed glare.

Dinenloth stood and bowed. "When the time comes, I hope to not disappoint you. When in duress, let the earth and trees know. If i be near then help shall come. Until then, may you have find safe paths and success. "

She bowed to Gandalf. "I shall depart to a place I much desire to return."

Gandalf stood to return the gesture. "Are you sure of this, Misteth?" She nodded. "Then I shall not hold you back. This is the path you have chosen. Go and may Yavanna protect and guide you to your goal."

"Until we meet again, Mithrandir."

After she left and Gandalf sat back down, Thorin questioned the wizard.

"'Let the earth and trees know.'?"

Gandalf chuckled. "Come let us discuss further this journey of yours."