Hello!

So this is a Hobbit/Snow White crossover. This first chapter is in italics for a reason, so the rest of the story will be regular unless I add in another flashback.

The canon characters in this story will be Arwen, Elrond, Celebrian, Gandalf, Kili, Fili, Ori, Thorin, Balin, Bofur, Bifur, and Legolas (List subject to changes and/or additions). Everyone else is OC. ^.^

Working title...

THERE WILL BE NO SMUT!

I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoy writing it! :D

Prologue

That night, I woke up to my sister, Arwen, shaking me.

"Kalya, get up," she whispered urgently, "Something's wrong. Please, Kalya, get up!"

I slowly opened my eyes, surprised that it was still dark out. I moaned softly, "What is it, sister?"

"I don't know but I heard Mother scream and I cannot find Father anywhere. Get up!"

I was instantly awake. I sat up and pushed myself out of my bed. Arwen grabbed my hand and started running, dragging me along helplessly.

"Arwen, stop, I can't keep up!" I whined.

But she did not listen to me. She dragged me through Rivendell until we reached our mother's room. Arwen slowed down but did not enter. I looked up at her.

"What is the matter?" I pleaded.

My sister looked scared which scared me because I had never seen her like this.

"Mother?" she said quietly, still not entering the room.

There was no answer. Now I was getting even more scared.

"Mother?" said Arwen again, her voice shaking, "Mother, are you okay?"

Still no answer. My sister had not let go of my hand yet and I could feel her shaking. I looked up at her again, and noticed paralyzing fear taking over her face. She looked down at me and tried to give me a smile, failing miserably. She let go of my hand and kneeled down to my level.

"Kalya, I'm going to go in there. It's going to be okay," her voice shook even more.

"Can I go in with you?" I asked, hearing a slight shake in my own voice as well.

Arwen placed a gentle hand on my head, slightly stroking my blonde hair, "No, sister. I will not let you go in."

I opened my mouth to protest but my sister shook her head, "No, Kalya." She stood up and turned back towards our mother's room. After taking a deep, shaky breath she walked in.

No more than a second later I heard a gasp. "Mother," she said in a strangled voice. She just kept repeating it. Mother. Mother. Mother. I couldn't take it anymore. Forgetting what my sister had told me, I ran into the room.

What my young eyes saw, no one could have prepared me for. My mother lay on her bed, blood coming out of a wound in her side. She was dead. I suddenly felt faint and my sister rushed over to me.

"Kalya," she said with tears running down her face, "Kalya, I told you not to come in."

I said nothing. I was speechless. I had just walked in on my own dead mother and sobbing sister.

What was I supposed to say?

"Kalya, we have to find Father," Arwen said trying to stop her tears, "We have to. This can't be an accident."

I nodded in agreement and she grabbed my hand, dragging me along with her once again. I was too stunned to do anything except run. I could not even cry. I found it odd that my own mother had died and I was not crying, but those thoughts were soon gone as I focused on running and finding my father.

"Father!" cried Arwen, "Father where are you?"

As we ran, servants and other elves living in Rivendell walked out of their rooms, some looking angry, some confused, but Arwen paid them no mind. Her attention was only on one thing.

"We may have to leave Rivendell to find him, sister," she said after we had been looking for a while.

"Okay," I said, starting to tire from all of our running.

So I followed her as she ran towards the edge of Rivendell. We were panting hard and about to reach the edge when our father, Lord Elrond, entered on his horse. He seemed confused. Not sad, not angry.

"He must not know," said Arwen, repeating my own thoughts and slowing to a stop.

He saw us and his face morphed into a frown.

"What are you two doing up?" he said as he stopped his horse in front of us, "What has happened?"

"It's Mother," I said quietly.

My father looked down at me, "Kalya, what are you talking about?"

Arwen had tears running down her face again, "Father… she's dead."

Father looked at her in disbelief and swung himself off his horse, immediately setting off to his wife's room. Arwen let go of my hand and followed him. I stood and watched them walk for a moment before running after them. My father walked at a very urgent, brisk pace as we made our way to Mother's room.

Once we reached her room, Father walked in, my sister and I following. I looked at her bed. This time was enough to make me begin crying. The tears streamed down my face as I watched my father. I couldn't believe this. Who would do this?

I thought Rivendell was safe.