Hey Guys, this is my very fist story so please let me know what you think! Obviously I own nothing but Verya and her race along with bits of the plot! I really hope you enjoy this Kili/OC story. RRR! :)

Alone. That's the only thing that passed through her head. Verya Lothiriel stood in her home, surrounded by the bodies of her family and the bodies of those who brought them down. An Orc pack, hunting elves. Everything happened so quickly she could barely register what had happened. The Orcs had stormed the house, killing everyone in sight. She had been upstairs resting when they came in screaming. She had raced down the stairs wielding a strong bow ready to end them all, and that's just what she did.

Living away from the other elvish villages made things difficult. They were alone to begin with but this was far worse. She was truly alone. As if everything finally set in, she sunk to the floor and cried. For her family and for herself, until she cried herself to sleep. She was jerked from her almost peaceful slumber, by the voices beneath her. She slinked over to the window and look to the ground. Under her house in the tress were 12 dwarfs, what appeared to be a wizard and another being she didn't know of. Being only 98 in elvish years she hadn't really had any time to learn of all the creatures in middle earth. Having her home taken from her along with her family, Verya set to gathering anything of value very quickly then following this strange group from high up in the trees. Maybe they can lead me to a new home, she thought, almost desperate now. She could hear them talking underneath her, and from what she could make out, it seemed that they were on a big and dangerous quest.

She looked carefully at each being down on the ground and soon learned their names, after hearing a loud, obviously young, dwarf named Fili yell at them and about them all. One in particular caught her eye. This on was different, and obviously young as well. He had almost no beard or moustache, and he was a bit taller than the others. He was very handsome, especially to Verya who did not comply completely to elf standard. She had never liked any of the elvish boys because they tended to be very vain and prettier then most girls. She wanted a handsome, rugged man, who actually looked like a man. As she continued to follow above, the dwarfs took no notice bellow, except for the one young dwarf.

"Gandalf, I have a weird feeling, can you feel it too?" asked a suspicious Kili, who had felt like he was being watched. Gandalf, who knew they were being follow, decided to play dumb and see how things would work out.

"I'm not sure I understand you Master Dwarf, but I have no strange feeling, maybe you are imagining things?" Gandalf replied with a smile and then picked up speed to walk beside the leader of the group, Thorin Oakenshield. Kili, still suspicious, kept his eyes wide and alert, looking for any give away. But Verya was a stealthy elf and was determined not to give away her position.

After what felt like hours to her, Verya realized they were nearing the edge of the forrest. She quickly slowed her pace to a stop and listened in to see what they were doing. She heard a conversation between the group.

Thorin, "Alright, we'll camp here for the night, Bofur, get the fire going and cook us up something to eat. Kili, Fili, watch the ponies. Eeryone else, set up camp." But Gandalf took a quick look around the area and was not happy.

Gandalf, "Thorin, We should move on, the valley of Rivendel is around here somewhere, we could stay there…" But Thorin cut him off.

"You know very well that I don't what to be anywhere near those elves. We camp here." Thorin grumbled then walked away.

Verya couldn't hear much more said other than the wizard was leaving because the leader dwarf had upset him. They all seemed to split up, so she decided to follow Kili and Fili, because they seemed to be the most fun of the company. The two boys were obviously brother by the was the talked and teased each other. She sat for almost 5 minutes when she could feel something was wrong. She grabbed her bow and strung it with an arrow, then worked her way to be just over the brothers, who had gone pale facing forward. Just then, the one called Bilbo stepped up with their supper, which smelled heavenly to Verya, who hadn't eaten all day. Then she heard them talk in short frightened words.