A/N: Welcome, my friends! I'm glad to see you've discovered this story of mine... I have waited a while to post this story and I'm still writing the chapters for 'Desolation of Smaug.' I don't want to go into too much detail, I would rather just let the story slowly unfold. I hope you all enjoy it, and please send me feedback, it is always welcome!

DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of Tolkien's or Jackson's characters of works. I only own my character, their family and the kingdom.

"She's been banished because she didn't want to be forced into a loveless marriage and now she's travelling across Middle Earth to Imladris. A company of thirteen dwarves and a hobbit are travelling to reclaim Erebor, with the guidance of a certain grey wizard. Their paths cross, and she meets two beings who sprout interest from within her. But there's one thing, she's a Princess; they're both Kings - one an Elf, the other a Dwarf."

The Lone Rider.


The sound of a galloping horse caught the attention of the remaining Orcs of the Orc pack that had just chased a band of dwarves, a hobbit and a wizard. Until Lord Elrond and his men chased them off after slaying a few.

As the pounding of hooves drew nearer, the cloaked rider upon its back was able to steer the horse away before the beast stilled. She withdrew her bow from her back and notched an arrow onto the string before pulling back and firing.

The arrow quickly hit one of the Orcs in the face, knocking it from its Warg and to the grassy plain beneath. Arrows then began flying back and forth as two more Orc scouts fell along with their Wargs, which crushed their already frail bodies.

The cloaked rider jumped from her horse and reached to her side where she pulled her blade free and flipped it through the air before stalking toward the Orc scout, which was running at them.

The Orc swung its club, but she dodged the hit easily and quickly retaliated and hit the Orc with her own weapon. The Orc growled, bearing its teeth before swinging the club which hit her arm and ripped away the clothing there and branding her with a deep cut.

Out of anger, the rider swung her blade high before it cut through the air and hit it in the chest. The Orc fell and dropped its weapon.

The rider walked to the Orc, standing over it. "What is your purpose here?" The voice growled, as her eyes sized up the Orc which was choking on the black fluid leaking from its mouth.

But the Orc spat the blood at the cloaked rider. "None of your business, Elvish scum." It growled in reply, as the cloaked rider sighed and nodded at the Orc.

"You lot really do have a hollow heads." The voice said before bringing down the blade on the Orc which cut straight through its skull, before she turned the back and wiped the blade clean of the black substance.

She came to stop right before the stallion which was stood waiting. "Gwaem, Araráto." She quickly re-sheathed the blade before climbing back onto the stallion easily. "Agoreg vae, Mellonamin. Gwaem!"

And just like before, the rider rode off again and quickly disappeared as the stallion bolted off over the plains, following the direction that Lord Elrond had gone in after doing his duty to protect his boarders.

"Lord Elrond awaits us."

After a long time of keeping a strong and healthy riding pace, the stallion slowed slightly not losing its speed just making the sprint more bearable after such long travel.

The rider sighed in thought, as she closed her eyes slowly before reminiscing something that had recently occurred.

"You never accept anything I give you!" A tall, well-built elf strode down from his throne toward the elf stood angrily below him. "Whatever I offer is never go enough for you!"

The elf below him growled, "I do not want to marry! I don't want to be forced into a marriage I do not want." The elf, who had spoken, was smaller in height when compared to the King above her. She was slender and beautiful. Her jade eyes shimmered with anger as she stared at him.

Lord Filvérel glared as he listened to his only daughter argue and resist against his wishes. He'd arranged an engagement with one of the elven warriors of his realm, Nyderrämar.

There was no doubt in his mind, Divisav was a wondrous match for his daughter. He was strong, loyal and worthy of his daughter's hand. But when informing his daughter of this, she didn't take the news all too well. "I am King, and you will do as I wish!" he shouted, having enough of her refusal.

But Theliëlréndis, Lord Filvérel's daughter, was fierce and very fiery for an elf. She was strong-willed and very opinionated. When word reached her of the engagement, something snapped from within her. "I will not marry anyone until I have had the chance the fall in love with someone of whom I have had time to talk and get to know." She paused before speaking again. "I want the chance to fall in love!"

She paused briefly, her anger surging. "Mithrandir wants me to join a quest…" she trailed off, "And I am planning to do so! You cannot stop me."

And as she argued with him, forcing his hand to do something he would never have done to his own flesh and blood but she didn't give him much of a choice. It wasn't something he'd usually do but he thought it might do her some good.

Filvérel raised his hand to stop her, "Theliëlréndis of Nyderrämar, as I am King of Nyderrämar and you have refused my orders as ruler, I have no further choice but to banish you from Nyderrämar." He announced, as the entire throne room fell silent to his words. "You will not return until you learn that your way is not always best let alone right." And with a wave of his hand, his daughter was pulled from the throne room.

Theliëlréndis watched as her father grew smaller the further she was dragged away from the room by the guards. "Father?" she murmured under breath before she was thrown from the palace entrance.

"Gather some of your belongings, your weapons and go down to the courtyard." The guard ordered, "You can take your horse with you as well."

The rider opened her eyes and took in a deep breath. "Come on, let's get to Imladris." She spoke to the horse, patting its neck as it broke into the sprint again. "Gwanem, Mellonamin."

And just like that the stallion shot off over the plains.

Meanwhile across the plains and down in the crack where they were safe, the Company slowly began to move.

Gandalf sighed as he moved along, knowing exactly where the path would take them. It was he plan, and it had sure worked like magic. But he also knew that his Company, minus his hobbit friend, would not on the other hand be so forgiving for where he'd taken them.

The Company, once out of danger, proceeded to climb down the path laid out before them. They were all tired and in need of a warm meal and rest.

As the path grew narrower, is seemed as though they'd been walking along through it for a couple of hours when finally the pathway eventually opened out into an open area; there was a valley below, and in that valley was the city of Rivendell.

Gandalf stopped, a ghost of a smile appearing on his face. "The Valley of Imladris." He announced to the group, which didn't look too pleased about their sudden arrival into enemy territory. "In the Common Tongue, it's known by another name."

"Rivendell." Bilbo murmured in awe, his eyes looking over the valley before them.

Gandalf nodded and continued to speak. "Here lies the last Homely House east of the sea." He spoke, feeling an angry glance on him. He looked and met the eyes of Thorin, who looked distort and betrayed.

Thorin gritted his teeth, his fists tightening around his blade and axe. "This was your plan all along, to seek refuge with our enemy." He growled, sending the wizard another sharp look after snapping at him.

Gandalf rolled his eyes lightly, "You have no enemies here, Thorin Oakenshield." He scolded the dwarf lord. "The only ill-will to be found in this valley is that which you bring yourself."

Thorin shook his head and his eyes found Gandalf's again. "You think the Elves will give our quest their blessing?" he questioned, his voice clearly filled with anger and annoyance. "They will try to stop us." He accused, knowing what the elves were like. They were troublesome and two-faced. And he loathed them… as he thought more about it, there were multiple words he could use to describe the scum.

Gandalf threw his head back, nearly losing his hat as he did but thankfully it stayed where it was sat. "Of course they will. But we have questions that need to be answered. If we are to be successful, this will need to be handled with tact and respect and no small degree of charm. Which is why you will leave the talking to me." He ordered, as the company started moving again, knowing what would surely happen if the talking was left to Thorin.

They soon walked across a bridge which led them into Rivendell. A few elves were spotted strolling about by the dwarves, who scoffed.

Bilbo gazed in awe at the beauty of the place. He'd heard a lot of tales about Rivendell, but he'd never imagined that he would ever find himself there. It was a dream; he had to question his subconscious to see if he was really there.

However, the thirteen dwarves surrounding the hobbit, were looking uneasy and all wore a hard frown. None of them wanted to be there and they most certainly didn't want to associate themselves with Elves.

But now they had no choice.


Here are the translations:
Gwaem, Araráto - Let's go, Araráto.
Agoreg vae, Mellonamin. Gwaem! - You did well, my friend. Let's go.
Mithrandir - Gandalf.
Imladris - Rivendell.

Gwaem, mellonamin. - Let's go, my friend.

A/N: So, you know what to do!

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