Disclaimer: I do not own the Hobbit and neither the Elder Scrolls or anything associated with them. I do however own my OC, Lilía.

I know I have a rather large amount of stories I have to update, but what can I say? I blame the Muse.

I hope you enjoy this story as much as I enjoy writing it. Comments, follows and questions will be appreciated.


She did not remember much of what happened before the blinding light had claimed her conscious; it was all still a mere blur to her. The last happenings she could remember was standing above the fallen dragon, Alduin -her knuckles turning white at the force she was using to grip her sword- with a small sense of hope that her troubles were finally over.

But it simply was not to be.

The first thing that she noted was the feeling of warmth across her skin and it was enough to confirm her suspicion that this was not Sovngarde and a odd feeling told her that she was very far from her world.

Her fingers twitched as grass tickled her; a frown settling on her forehead. The moment she had opened her eyes, she instantly regretted it as the bright rays of sunshine peered down upon her. The air was different than what she was use to, "Where am I?" She questioned herself, lost in thought that she did not expect an answer to come.

"I believe you are near the borders of the Shire, my dear." A voice filled with wisdom beyond her comprehension stated and a shadow soon loomed over her. It didn't take more than a few seconds for the young woman to stand upon her feet, a small daze consumed her and she stumbled slightly but all to soon, composed herself.

Eyeing the young woman with an intense gaze, Gandalf the Grey would be lying if he said he wasn't intimidated by her presence. There was something different about her but yet he could not place it quite right. He had not expected to find the unconscious body of a woman sprawled on the path before him but there was always room for the unexpected to happen.

"Shire?" She questioned confused; she had never heard of a place called the Shire. "I am sorry," the Grey wizard frowned in slight amusement as she pushed her figure to a stand, stumbling slightly he finally noted another thing that made her stand out; and that was her choice of attire.

Dressed in nothing but black, he was right on his words that this young woman was really intimidating. He noted the bow and quiver slung across her back and his eyes trailed to the ebony sword resting on her left hip; no doubt a weapon meant for killing rather than scaring of her enemies.

"It seems I have lost my way. I am Lilía Erion. I hail from the realm Skyrim." If she didn't have all his attention; she held it now, her mind filled with questions as the man pondered about this new set of information and it was then that she took the moment to observe the old but wise man before her.

The man wore grey robes, similar to the Greybeards but much simpler. His round brimmed hat turned out to come to a point and was it not for the situation, she would have laughed at the man's attire. His long greying beard was wiry and haphazard. In his hand he clutched a tall staff, but all in all, she could sense something magical within this man and it gave off a sense of warmth and comfort. "It is an honor to meet you, Lady Lilía. I am Gandalf the Grey but you may call me Gandalf."

This was indeed odd. Never once had someone called her a Lady and did little to hide her surprise, "Please call me Lilía. I do not like formalities, nor am I a Lady." She stated and relaxed her muscles slightly.

Gandalf gave off a soft hum under his breath, "And to answer your question; it would seem that you are indeed far from this Skyrim, my dear. Tell me, do you remember how you came to be here?" He questioned curiously, his bushy eyebrows pushing together.

She nodded her head, "I do not remember how I came to be here; I had been standing-," her mind drifted as the memory of standing above the fallen dragon, Alduin and wondered whether she should share this information but decided nonetheless. "-above the slain dragon, Alduin when a bright light had consumed me."

Alduin? Dragon?

Gandalf's mind spinned with this knowledge. Was it possible that the Valar had sent this girl to aid them into the quest that laid before them? Did they send her for something greater or was it Fate that set her on his path?

These questions remained within his mind but nonetheless; one thing stood clear. Her presence was demanded by the Valar and she had been sent across many realms to aid them in this dangerous quest; for an ever growing darkness was descending upon them.

"Though I am curious about what you say, I do believe that a much greater cause had sent you here, my dear for you are very far from your world."

She had been foolish to think that she could live in peace after slaying Alduin; but listening to the Wizard's words, a greater cause had need of her and who was she to deny it. "And may I question what this greater cause might be, for I know you have the answers." She stated, her head held high as she stared into his eyes.

Gandalf's eyes twinkled, "Tell me, Lilía. Do you fancy an adventure?"


A/N: Though I know the first chapter is short; I couldn't help but leave something that would have you all possibly craving for the next chapter. I hope you enjoy this story and reviews are appreciated. ^_^