Hi guys this is a Lord of the Rings/Skyrim fanfic, The hobbit will be heavily featured in this story. This is set in AU form the books and game. Reviews with be greatly appreciated.

Chapter One: The Dragonborn hates paperwork and Unexpected guests.

It was cold, raining, slash, trickle and pitter patter could be heard against the walls. The evenings weather matched Alyssa's mood, as she slumped on her chair deep in thought. She had just come back from training with the Greybeards for a month, only to find several massive piles of requests, reports and missions that had accumulated in her absence.

Alyss sighed regrettably "Taking a week vacation to my house in Falkreath with the children is out the question now isn't it?"

Lydia handed her a steaming bowl of stew with an encouraging smile. "I'm sure the children will understand putting it off a little longer".

"Again..." Alyssa muttered despondently as she started eating up the meal while flicking through some of the papers.

"I shall prepare a bath for you my Thane" As Lydia left the room Alyssa noticed something strange.

"Lydia?"

"Yes my thane?"

"Most of these papers are letters from Farengar, it must be important yet in the letter he never explains why. Has he said anything to you?"

"The court mage has come to the house nearly everyday for the past month looking for you, It been annoying to say the least. The bath is ready my Thane."

Alyssa's Pov

After much needed and appreciated bath I trudged up the steps to Dragon's Reach, feeling a little anxious about why Farengar was desperate to see me. I pulled open the great wooden doors barely listening to Gerda giving out to me about "Tracking dirt on her nice clean floor!". I paused briefly before entering Farengar's study, taking a moment to compose myself. I had learned that dealing with the court mage took a lot of patience and self restraint otherwise you would end up in Whiterun's dungeon for punching him in the face... for the third time.

"Farengar are you... in?" I froze as I entered Farengar's study the place was a mess! Books, scrolls and quills were littered haphazardly all around, and I could faintly smell something rotting around here. The study was usually immaculate Farengar was so obsessive about tidyness that he even arranged his soul gems by size and content. I had trouble believe this was the same room.

After a few moments of calling and searching for the mage, a rustling sound came from the far corner as Farengar came into view. He was in just as much of a state as his study, he looked and smelled like he hadn't bathed in days, his robes had stains and his muttonchops were unkept.

"Dragonborn?" Farengar asked incredulously as if not believing that I was actually here.

"Um yeah Farengar it's me, When's the last time you slept?"

He meerly waved my question off, turning towards me with a furious look. "Where in all of Tamriel have you been!? Do you know how many letters I wrote! Or how many times I went down to your house Only to be thrown out by that oh so lovely housecarl of yours!"

"Well I'm here now so calm down and tell me what's wrong" Farengar seemed to relax a little at my words, he then began collecting various pieces of parchment and maps.

"Do you remember Dragonborn when I asked you to point out all the Dragons prefered spots around Skyrim?"

"Yes before I left for Solsthiem, I remember your oath to never speak of it to anyone nor anything or bring any harm to the Dragons."

"I have kept my word Dragonborn have know doubts about that, however in the time you left the dragons number have dropped dramatically"

"Were they slain?" I tightened my fists as I spoke to quell the rage inside me, Was it the Blades? When will those old farts learn!

"No there was no dragon remains at the sites, I do not believe anyone attacked them. It's almost like they just disapeared."

"Dragons can't just disapear."

"They have done it before Dragonborn. The sightings of Dragons have twindled so much and so quickly. I have poured over tome after tome to find nothing not even the Dragonstone has clue on what is happening. I hoped for you to use your shout to call a Dragon to get the information first hand."

"I doubt the Jarl will want Odahviing or any of the others within the walls of Dragonsreach again, I will go out far into the tundra away from Whiterun and use my Thu'um there."

Farengar stayed silent for a moment seeming to ponder my words. "Fine do this immediately not wasting time with your so called other duties, I will go over my information again and see if I can find something."

I said nothing as left the bitter mage to his books and maps.

Middle Earth

A warm gentle breeze flew through the soft sloping hills of the Shire, the emerald grass was dotted with flowers of every colour in full bloom, the peaceful sounds of the bubbling river as it passed by It was Summer time in the Shire.

Hobbits strolled about doing their day to day business, farming, caring, eating and sleeping. One hobbit in particular was sitting on a bench outside his Hobbit hole. He was dressed in a simple white shirt and brown breeches held up with suspenders, curls of ebony hair on top of his hair and feet. Relaxing in his garden marveling at it's inhabitants and smoking on a pipe releasing little puffs of smoke with each breath

This hobbit's name is Frodo Baggins or as the rest of Middle earth know him as The ring bearer. It was hard to believe it was this day five years ago that Frodo and his friends set out to the meet with Gandalf at the Prancing Pony and start on their destiny. The aftermath of Sauron's defeat and Aragorn taking his rightful place as king of Gondor, it was decided that Lord Elrond and a small group of Elves would stay in Rivendell along with the Elves of Mirkwood should an evil like Sauron come to haunt the world again. Although Merry and Pippin joked that it was all so Elrond could keep a eye on his daughter Arwen and his new son-law. Gandalf also decided to stay occasionally visting Frodo and his fellow hobbits even after Bilbo left for the undying lands

Memories, thoughts and emotions from the last five years played slowly in Frodo's mind, he unconsciously rubbed the stub of his missing ring finger. Durring his musings a fellow Hobbit strolled up to road towards him, this hobbit was Samwise "Sam" Gamgee, Frodo's dearest friend and gardener.

"Good morning Frodo!" Sam cheered a bright smile on his face.

"Good morning Sam, How is Rosie doing these days? Well I hope."

"She's very well master Frodo."

"When is the baby due again?"

"In about a month from now little Elanor is really excited."

"Having a new baby brother or sister is quite exciting thing to happen Sam."

Sam grinned happily "Oh Frodo do you know where Merry and Pippin are? They promised to look after Elanor tonight."

"You blasted kids! Come back here!"

"Nevermind"

The sounds of broken branches and scrambling feet grew louder until two hobbits fell through a nearby bush. They were Peregrin "Pippin" Took and Meriadoc "Merry" Brandybuck. Scrambling to their feet they ran past Frodo and Sam showing off two muddy sacks in each hand filled with various vegetables and two big mischeivous grins plastered on their faces.

"Heya Frodo!"

"Heya Sam!"

"Are you two idiots stealing all of old Sackville-Baggins vegetables again?" Sam scolded knowing full well the answer. Pippin and Merry gave two of the most "innocent" smiles imaginable.

"Of course not we were only helping him pick some of his vegtables, Weren't we Merry?"

"That's right Pippin we just picked some tomatoes"

"And potatoes"

"Carrots"

"Letuce"

"Oh and a gourd" Both Frodo and Sam gave each other a look before bursting into laughter at their friends antics.

"Come on you three why don't you come in for a second lunch before the Sackville-Baggins chases you down" Frodo said trying to stifle his laughter.

Frodo ushered his fellow hobbits into Bag-end and headed straight to the kitchen, preparing some tea and cakes for his friends. A delicious tea and biscuits quickly turned into a first lunch then a second until a knock was heard at the door.

"Hope it's not Lobelia" Frodo muttered under his breath.

It was not Lobelia nor was it a hobbit of any kind but rather it was two Elves, they seemed to be as being so similar that Frodo couldn't tell them apart. They both were dark-haired, grey-eyed, and their faces elven-fair, clad alike in bright mail beneath cloaks of silver-grey bearing the Rivendell emblem.

"Frodo Baggins?" The elf on the left asked.

"Y-yes" Frodo answered blushing at his own stutter. "Please do come inside you both must be tried by your journey." They two elves bowed gracefully before entering Bag end with as much grace as one could muster.

"I am Elladan." He gestured to fellow elf on his right. "And this is Elrohir. We have been sent from Rivendale, Lord Elrond asks for you and all your members of the fellowship to attend a council for a serious matter."

"What serious matter?" Frodo nearly jumped at the sound of Sam's voice with Merry and Pippin behind him sharing concerned looks.

Elrohir spoke this time his voice in prefect harmony with Elladan. "I'm afraid we are not allowed to discuss it. Everything will be explained in Rivendale."

Frodo and the others shared a look, there was no rejecting Lord Elrond's summons but the reason why he had to be summoned gave them a nagging feeling in their gut. There was also Sam and his wife Rosie to consider she was currently pregnant with their second child he couldn't just leave her.

As if the Elves could read the worries in their minds Elladan assured them, that they had a carriage and ponies prepared outside. They also assured us that Rosie and Elenor will be most welcome in Imladris as well. With all this information the poor Hobbits were left a little stunned but Frodo was determined to be a good host. He gave Elladan and Elrohir somes drinks and a warm meal and offered them a place to stay for the night to which they gratefully accepted. Sam, Merry and Pippin left Bag-end to prepare for the journey ahead of them.