(A/N The prologue doesn't have a chapter name or quote because I'm too lazy to put one up.)

I'm going to do character descriptions for a few OCs:

Name: Eradrin
Race: Elf
Age: Eighty-seven at the beginning of my story
Personality: At the beginning of the story, she is pretty nice, feisty, sarcastic, loyal, brave, won't wait to help out, outgoing, funny. It is hard to earn her friendship, but once you do there is nothing she won't do for you
Description: Long, semi-wavy honey-blonde hair, pale ivory skin, sharp, piercing silver-blue eyes, pretty, tall, etc.
Family: Raised by Elrond, you'll find put more soon
Extras: She has one fear: losing everyone she loves. She loves to sing, but hates to do so in front of others. You might find out about that later... She hates it when others lie.

(Again, I'm too lazy to put more OC's up. I probably will in a later chapter.)

Point of views you will most likely get

Eradrin

Bilbo

One of the dwarves, most likely Thorin

Occasionally Legolas

Occasionally Elrond

Chapter 2: Introductions

"Let's start at the very beginning; a very good place to start."
-Julie Andrews

POV: Eradrin

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The elleth closed her eyes and breathed in the crisp morning air. Wind whispered beneath the tree tops, tossing her long honey-colored locks over her shoulders. She snapped her eyelids open, revealing crystal blue eyes that darted side to side underneath long, black lashes. Her pinkish lips formed a mischievous grin, white teeth flashing next to the ivory of her skin.

A fern bush behind her crackled; and she turned around, eyes narrowed. "Elladan, Elrohir, I know you are in there. Come out."

Reluctantly, they stormed out of the over-grown bush, dropping a thin rope behind them. "Up to your pranks, again?" She asked slowly.

Elrohir nodded sheepishly, eyes on the ground. "I told you to stop kicking the bush!" Elladan muttered. His brother glared at him, but said nothing. The elleth paced towards the bush and picked up the rope.

"What would happen if I pulled this, I wonder?" Her eyes flitted up the rope to a basket perched high in the treetops.

Elrohir snapped his head up. "Eradrin, don't-" It was too late. She yanked the rope downwards, smirking, and watched as the basket tipped over, revealing dead fish inside. The fish slid out, falling directly onto the twin's heads.

Elladan stood still, eyeing the fallen scales that scattered over his arms. "Did you really have to do that?" He complained, and wiped his hand across his tunic. Eradrin giggled, watching as his attempts to clean up failed and caused him to become even more dirty.

"Did you have to plan that? It was a prank for me to foil!" She answered, poking out her bottom lip. "Who was that meant for, anyway?"

Elrohir turned berry-red. "We wanted to snag Glorfindel in our trap... then you came along, so we thought-"

"-You thought you could snare me." Eradrin interrupted, eyes gleaming. Elrohir nodded and looked away. "And it did not work."

Elladan snorted. "Our prank is wasted." He glanced regretfully at the remains of the fish.

Eradrin wrinkled her nose. "You can build it again later. For now, let us go to Ada and get you two cleaned up." She suggested. "You smell awful." Elladan and Elrohir agreed, and the trio marched out of the greenery.


"What did you do?!" Elrond shook his head, exasperated. Elladan opened his mouth to answer, eyes glaring accusingly at Eradrin, but she beat him to it.

"They decided to pull a prank on me, but it back-fired."

Elrond rested his head in his hands. "Go ask someone to help you clean up." Elrohir obediently walked out of the room, while Elladan shot a resentful glare at Eradrin before he left. Eradrin was about to leave when Elrond slowly said, "Get ready for supper."

Eradrin sighed. "Yes, Ada." She left the room and reluctantly stepped into hers. I wanted to write. It will have to wait for later, she thought. She stuck her parchment and quill under her silvery bed. No one knew of her secret hobby. Unwilling to show anyone her works, she would hide her stories under her bed at night.

Quickly she changed from her tunic and leggings into a dark blue gown and slippers, and dashed out into the hall. She pushed open the doors to the lavish dining room and cried out, "I'm here-" Only to stop short as all the elves seated at the table looked at her. Embarrassment seethed beneath her skin, and she felt her cheeks flush. She kept her gaze fixed on the ground and rushed to her seat, aware of the many eyes watching her.

"That seemed humiliating." A voice whispered in her ear as she sat down. Eradrin turned and caught sight of her dark-haired sister watching her sympathetically.

"It was more than humiliating, Alluean." Eradrin whispered back. Elrond was shaking his head again at the far end of the table as Elrohir and Elladan burst through the doors, falling on top of one another.

"Watch it!" Elladan grumbled, and pushed himself to his feet. The twins settled next to Eradrin and Alluean, still grumbling. Suddenly Elrohir's eyes lit up.

"Let's sneak out after supper!" He exclaimed softly.

Elladan nodded. "Great idea! Eradrin? Alluean? Do you want to come?"

Eradrin glanced around uncomfortably. "I'd love to, but..."

"But you want to ask Elrond first, I know." He finished.

She nodded. Elrohir jumped up from his chair. "I'll ask him!" He announced loudly, causing the elves to glance in their direction once more. Stares unnoticed, he walked up to Elrond and began speaking with him, using wild hand gestures and sweeping his hand in an arc to the door. Elrond nodded, and Elrohir came loping back to his seat. "He said yes!"

"Let's go!"

Eradrin wailed inwardly. I haven't even finished eating! Her siblings stood up from the table, allotting her no time to finish. She followed them out the door, saying,"Wait here." And rushed into her room, slipping back into her tunic, leggings, and boots. She grabbed her bow and arrow-filled quiver from a nail on the wooden door just in case, slipping a knife into her belt. As she stepped back into the hall and towards the group, they smirked at her outfit.

"Someone looks like they're going into battle." Elladan commented.

"You can never be too prepared." Eradrin snapped. Elladan shrugged and sped out the door.

Suddenly a tall, blond-haired elf approached them from the gardens outside. "Elrond sent me to accompany you." He said. The twins' shoulders sagged a little. Glorfindel. He also was carrying an array of weapons, causing Eradrin to cast a smug smile Elladan. He returned it with a glare. "Let's move."


Eradrin felt uneasy as she paced along the pebbly banks of a river. Her friends chatted loudly, unaware of anything out of place. Only Glorfindel seemed uncomfortable. He kept tossing glances back at the dark forest on the other side, eyebrows furrowed with worry. Eradrin moved up to stand beside him. "What's wrong?"

Glorfindel didn't make eye contact. "I don't know, it's just... not quite..." He trailed off, looking uncertain. He peered into the bushes once more, and abruptly halted. "Get back, all of you!" He hissed.

Alluean looked shocked. "What is it?!"

Glorfindel narrowed his eyes. "There are orcs on our border. Look."

The group turned as one and spotted a flickering of shadowy movement. Then another. And a third. "How many?" Alluean asked.

"Too many for my liking. We need to get reinforcements now." They began to dash away, only to whip around again as splashes echoed in the river. Eradrin shut her eyes, afraid of what she might see.

"Tira ten' rashwe!" Alluean cried. Eradrin dared to open her eyes to slits, only to have them fly wide open as the first orc came crashing through the undergrowth, hurtling straight for her...

Elvish Translation:

Tira ten' rashwe: Look out!

The next chapter: A battle (fun) and other stuff.