This is a fanfic I am writing, may be a short one, may not. I do not own the Hobbit!

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Upon his throne is where he sat, the king of elves. He was adorned with one of his many crowns and his favorite silver robes that were made from only the finest material. He was waiting patiently for his unexpected guest to arrive. There had been talk that a familiar wizard was coming and he had some important news for the elf king… news about an elvish girl that would soon be in his presence. The elven king's relaxed posture straightened as he heard the approaching steps of one of his guards. "My King." The elf bowed and the king gave him a nod to continue. "He is here."

The corner of the king's mouth turned up into a small, almost unnoticeable, grin. "Send him in." He spoke in a low but stern tone. The guard gave a nod before walking back down the narrow path to retrieve the wizard. It wasn't long before he heard more approaching steps, this time by more than one person. He stood as his visitor came into view and started walking down the steps that led up to his grand throne. "Gandalf the Grey. They say you have news for me?"

"King Thranduil." Gandalf gave a courtly nod as the tall elf stepped forward. "It is about an old friend of ours." This sparked the king's interest, his usual stone hard face changed. His eyes narrowed and his mouth was slightly ajar. "Almer." The name brought back many memories, both good and bad. "As you know, he lost his wife just as you did… It was unknown that before her passing she gave birth to a girl." Thranduil's brows furrowed. "Because Almer was afraid he could not raise the child by himself, he sent her off to another world… one that is much different than ours."

Thranduil had unknowingly been pacing and abruptly stopped. "And what does this have to do with me?"

"She has dreams, Thranduil… of Middle Earth, but they are not dreams at all. While she sleeps she is transported here." Gandalf paused and took a deep breath. "She is your destiny."

If Thranduil's head would have whipped any faster his crown would have flung off of his head. His eyes clouded with anger. "Legolas' mother was my destiny not this elfling!" He roared. "Just who told you this monstrous lie?"

"Galadriel." Gandalf watched as Thranduil's eyes widened. "It was Lady of Light who said it, Thranduil… it is no lie."

Thranduil's patience was running thin and his frustration was making him boil. It was making him so vexed his eyes were brimming with tears. With his back to Gandalf he spoke through clenched teeth. "And just what am I supposed to do?"

The wizard cleared his throat. "While the girl journey's here in her sleep you must find her and convince her that this is where she belongs. It will not be an easy task, Thranduil. She has to be willing to give up her life in the other world."

"And just how and I supposed to find her?" He pinched the bridge of his nose right between his eyes and sighed in frustration.

"She has been wandering the area just outside the east entrance of Mirkwood." Gandalf paused. "She is but a young girl now… only the age of five. Her hair is just as pale as her fathers but her eyes are that of fresh picked lavender." Thranduil's thick brow lifted in interest. "And she goes by the name of Thalia."

Thalia Grace climbed into her unkempt, twin size bed and pulled her ratty old teddy bear to her small form. She sat on the bed and looked at the door where her foster mother stood. "Go to bed, Thalia." Her voice was harsh but not to Thalia… not when that was what she was used to.

"I can't wait to go to Middle Earth again!" The girl squealed with excitement in her lavender eyes. "I wish you could see it Mommy!" The woman let out a frustrated sigh as she looked at the little girl with big purple eyes and almost white hair.

"I have told you time and time again, Thalia Grace, do not call me your mother. I am Melissa and that is it." Thalia's smile fell from her chubby face and she buried herself in her blankets. "And if I have to hear about Middle Town one more time, you will be sorry. Now, go to sleep."

The room went dark and Melissa shut the door to the room as a tear fell down Thalia's cheek. "It's Middle Earth." She whispered to the darkness. "I wish you could come with me Teddy. You would love it there!" The bear's glass eyes stared blankly back at her as she went on. "It's so different there! There are dwarves, little hobbits, wizards… ooh! And elves!" Elves were her favorite because they were like her. They had pointed ears and wild colored eyes just as she did. "But there are bad things too Teddy! There are these ugly things called… Arks? No…. I don't know but they are scary, Teddy!" The little girl let out a great yawn and nestled into her nest of blankets and pillows. "They are… really… scary." Her eyes drifted shut as she fell to sleep and was sent off to the other lands.

It was always the same. Thalia would open her eyes to find herself in the same spot she was when she had left the night before. This time she was in a vast field only feet away from a tall forest. She wanted nothing more than to go into the forest to explore but she remembered what the dwarves had told her. "Mirkwood is filled with many dangers… especially for one so small." And even though it was a dream and what happened to here there would have no effect on her body back on Earth, she could still feel everything and was still afraid. So instead of going all the way inside the woods she approached the grand entrance which was decorated with very large antlers. Her little hand reached out and she touched the rough surface. Thalia looked into the woods but stepped away from them while shaking her head. "You can't go in, Thalia!" She told herself in the most serious way a five year old girl could. She turned her back to the forest and took several steps away from it before glancing back. This time, to her surprise, there was someone standing there… several someones. All of them wore armor except for the one in front of them. The man was taller than anyone she had ever seen. He had pale golden hair, just as she did, and his eyes were a shocking blue. "W-who are you?" She asked while trying to stand as tall as she could.

The man let out a soft chuckle as he looked down at her in her strange pink clothing. "I am Thranduil, little one. I am king of these woods."

Thranduil watched as the little girls doe-like eyes got bigger. "You're King Thranduil!" He was taken aback by how well she pronounced his name. "They talk about you everywhere!" She flailed her arms to put emphasis on "everywhere."

Thranduil smirked. "They should." He kneeled down so he could almost be at her level but even after kneeling he had to crouch down even more. "Tell me, little one, what is your name?"

"Thalia! Thalia Grace… of Earth!" Her chubby cheeks revealed dimples as she smiled at him making him laugh.

"Gandalf told me about you." He told her making her practically jump up and down with excitement.

"Gandalf knows who I am?!" Thranduil chuckled and gave her a nod. "Does he really wear a silly, pointy hat?" He had to bit his lip to keep rom laughing even more.

"Yes, I suppose it really is silly." He stood swiftly and started walking back towards the entrance of the forest. "Come, little one. This is a dangerous place, my kingdom will be much safer for you." Thalia ran to catch up with him and they walked into the forest. Her tiny hands gripped onto the cloth of his silver robe making him smile. As he looked down at the little girl he realized that she was to be his destiny when she was older. Looking at her now he could see the beautiful woman she would become and it made his heart flutter.