Hey all! I know I said in the update to A Light in the Darkness I'd have two uploaded over the weekend, but I've been suffering from writer's block over the weekend and couldn't bring myself to writing anything. But, I've finally got this chapter up for you all! I'm working on the next one, not sure when it will be up though! Before I forget, I've changed Violet's age from seventy-five to twenty-five. Just realising with her being human/Dunedain, she's going to live longer than humans, but still shorter than dwarves. So needed to change her age to twenty-five, luckily she'll still be of age. Hope you enjoy!

Review Responses;

Dinosaur Imperial Soldier - Violet goes with Gandalf and the dwarves. Radagast won't want to put her in direct danger like that. You'll find out everything with Rivendell in this chapter.

Outofthisworldgal - :D Kili doesn't have a thing just yet! He's just very curious and very thankful for the wolf that saved his life. But he will end up developing a thing for her soon. . .not sure when though, so I'll leave you in suspense about that :D! Here's the next chapter for you!

ZabuzasGirl - Thank you! I'm glad you're enjoying this! Here's the next chapter!

The Last Homely House

Reaching Rivendell, the company walk across a bridge overlooking a stream which runs from one of the waterfalls. A few elves can be seen strolling around the valley. Kili can see Bilbo gazing around in awe at the beauty of the place. Kili has to silently admit again that the place is beautiful, but he still feels slightly uneasy as well as the other dwarves.

"Mithrandir." A new voice calls out.

Looking up, the company sees a dark-haired elf walking down a flight of stairs towards them.

"Ah, Lindir."

Gandalf and the elf greet each other, most of the dwarves mutter to each other in distrust. Kili hears Thorin telling Dwalin to stay sharp. The elf, Lindir, says something to Gandalf in his native tongue.

"I must speak with Lord Elrond." Gandalf says to the elf.

"My lord Elrond is not here."

"Not here? Where is he?"

Just then, the horn that they heard earlier in the cave rings out from behind. Turning, they see elves riding towards them on tall horses.

"Ifridî bekâr!" Thorin orders Hold ranks!"

The dwarves bunch up together into a tight circle, Bofur pulling Bilbo into the middle of their circle. The dwarrows have their weapons out, pointing outwards as the mounted elves arrive and ride in circles around them. One of the elves, who is mounted on a black horse, separates himself from the others.

"Gandalf."

Gandalf bows gracefully. "Lord Elrond." he then proceeds to speak in elvish.

Elrond speaks back in the same tongue before he dismounts and embraces the wizard.

He pulls away and holds up an Orc blade. "Strange for Orcs to come so close to our borders. Something, or someone, has drawn them near." He hands the sword to Lindir.

"Ah, that may have been us."

Thorin steps forward, and Elrond looks upon him with recognition.

"Welcome Thorin, son of Thrain."

"I do not believe we have met."

"You have your grandfather's bearing. I knew Thror when he ruled under the Mountain."

"Indeed; he made no mention of you."

Ignoring the insult, Elrond begins to speak in elvish. Not understanding what he is saying, the others become tense.

"What is he saying? Does he offer us insult?" Gloin growls.

The dwarves grow bellicose and grip their weapons uneasily. Gandalf speaks exasperatedly, Elrond looking on in amusement.

"No, Master Gloin, he's offering you food." Gandalf explains.

The dwarves gather together and quickly and quietly mutter among themselves before turning back to the elf and wizard.

"Ah well, in that case, lead on."

"I am afraid I will have to ask Lindir to lead you to where you can rest. We found someone in need of healing by the pass." Elrond explains.

Kili suddenly perks up. "You found Violet!? Is she alright!?"

Elrond turns to the young dwarf, sensing his wary for the skin-changer.

"She will survive, but is gravely injured."

"Can I see her?"

"I'm afraid now would not be a good time. I need to heal her and she will need her rest."

Kili nods in disappointment but agrees to keep away for now, not wanting not wanting to hinder her healing.

Kili follows the others, all the dwarves decline their own rooms, wanting to stay together, so they place their belongings on a balcony. Kili takes Violet's pack and looks to it, at first wondering why a wolf would need a pack, but his worry for the animal overrides that thought. Elrond gave him the comfort that she would survive, but he still worried for her, especially since she saved his life as well as her being friends with Radagast, who had also risked his life to save them. He just hopes she will be alright.

He feels a hand on his shoulder and turns to see his brother standing behind him.

"She'll be alright, Kee, she's strong." he tells him, seeming to read his mind.

Kili nods. "I hope you are right."

Fili squeezes his shoulder in comfort before they are lead to another balcony where dinner is set out.

The first thing I feel when I wake up is a dull pain in my right upper arm and my left thigh. I realise I am in my human form as I feel my fingers gripping bed sheets underneath me. Opening my eyes, I find myself in a bright room. To my right is a big open window, the breeze gently blowing through, making the curtains sway.

I smile at the familiarity of the room. Rivendell. I'm back in Rivendell, my third home. My first with my father and the second with Radagast.

"I am glad to see you awake, Draug-hin." A voice announces from the door.

I look over and smile as I see Lord Elrond standing in the doorway.

"My Lord Elrond. It is wonderful to see you again." I say as I greet him with my right hand over my chest.

"As it is to see you again. Although, I wasn't expecting to see you with thirteen dwarves."

I chuckle. "Believe me, that wasn't my plan. Radagast left me with Gandalf so he could distract the Orcs."

"And getting yourself injured in the process." He points out as he changes the bandages on my arm.

I give a small smile. "A Warg was about to attack Kili, the young dark haired dwarf. I couldn't let it get him."

Elrond smiles as he finishes my arm and moves onto my leg. "That was a brave thing to do. Although, I don't think your father will be pleased you risked your life for a dwarf."

I chuckle. "That maybe so, but I couldn't let him get hurt."

He smiles as he finishes changing the bandages. "Well, apart from the deep scratches on your arm and bite on your leg, you don't have any other injuries. Luckily they haven't been infected."

I nod. "How long have I been asleep?"

"Almost two days. The young dwarf has been worried about you."

I give a shy smile. "Is he alright? And the others? Did they get here alright?

Elrond nods. "Gandalf got them here safely, do not worry."

I breath a sigh of relief. "Thank Yavannah. Am I alright to get up and walk around?"

He looks to me for a moment before nodding. "I will allow it, as long as you take it easy."

I nod as he allows me to go to the room I use when I come here. Entering the bathroom, I strip down and bring careful of my freshly wrapped wounds, I wash myself, scrubbing my body and hair clean. Once I am done, I dry myself off and dress in a dark green elven dress with a silver leaf pattern stitched into the bodice and the hem of the dress.

As I look in the mirror of the dressing table, I sit to brush my hair, watching the black locks of my mother fall down my back. The black locks is the main thing that I can remember about her. I don't even remember anything about my four older brothers, only that they were very brave as they defended the rest of us with their dying breaths.

I love my father very much and I am so relieved I still have him in my life, but I miss the rest of my family.

As I finish brushing my hair, my gaze catches the milky white orb in my right socket, cursing the pale orc who had given me the deep scar running down from the hairline, across my eye and over my lip where it stops at my chin.

I sigh as I look down to my left wrist to see the manacle I was chained up with still on my wrist. My whole life changed in the space of a few months. One day I was in the mountains, playing with my friends and the next I am a prisoner of Azog, my brothers and half of the village dead and the rest of us being tortured.

I am brought out of my thoughts by a knock on the door. "Come in."

The door opens and I smile as Gandalf walks in.

He smiles. "Violet, it is wonderful to see you on your feet again."

I smile back. "As it is to see you, the dwarves and the hobbit are safe."

"Of course we would be safe. We all are, thanks to you."

I smile shyly. "How could I let Kili be killed?"

"The same selfless Violet I have known since you were but seven years old."

I give a shy shrug. "I try. Erm, is there any chance I can see the dwarves? Kili still has my pack."

He looks to me in curiosity. "Kili has your pack?"

I nod. "He took it from me before we ran from the Wargs to keep it safe."

He nods. "Come with me."

I follow the wizard as we leave my room, limping behind him.

"They do not know about what I am yet, do they?" I ask.

"They do not." Gandalf replies with a shake of his head.

I chuckle. "This will be interesting."

Gandalf also chuckles. After a few moments, we arrive at where the balcony where the dwarves are staying. Even without my heightened hearing, I could still hear the dwarves from the other end of Rivendell.

The dwarves look up when Gandalf and I enter.

"Gandalf, who is this?" Thorin asks as he looks to me suspiciously.

"This, is my very good friend, Violet."

The dwarves just look at him.

"Your friend has the same name as the wolf?" The floppy hatted dwarf asks.

I step forward and stand beside the grey wizard. "This may come as a surprise, Master Dwarf. But, I am the wolf."

The dwarves stare at me for a moment before half of them laugh, some smiling in disbelief and Thorin rolling his eyes.

"How can you be the wolf? You're human." The hobbit says, having just caught the end of the conversation as he walks in.

I smile at the halfling. "I'm a Skin-Changer, Master Hobbit."

"Do you mean like a furrier?"

I look at the hobbit in horror. "Oh, my! No! No, I mean I can change my skin into an animal, in my case, I change into a grey wolf."

"Can you show us?" The blond dwarf asks.

I turn to Gandalf for confirmation, he nods before standing back. I turn back to the others and let my wolf side take over, feeling my bones and limbs getting shorter and my hands and feet turning into paws as I stand on all fours, my spin arching slightly. Fur grows over my skin, my ears now twitching on the top of my head, my one good eye turning from brown to gold and a fury tail grows out of my backside. The manacle I wear on my wrist now wrapped around my left foreleg

The dwarves all jump up in shock, even Thorin, the hobbit almost falling back down the stairs he came up from.

"Mahal's beard! You really are the wolf!" The bald dwarf exclaims.

I move my head up and down in a nod.

"That's how you were able to understand me." Kili realises, again I nod.

"This is unnatural. It's obviously some dark spell." I hear the grey haired dwarf with the elaborate braids mutter.

Gandalf turns to him with a stern look on his face. "Don't be a fool; she's under no enchantment but her own."

The dwarf grumbles as he realises we overheard him.

'Gandalf, can you ask for my pack, I'd like to get changed?' I ask.

"Ah, of course." he turns to Kili. "Could you pass Violet her pack?"

"Oh! Sure." Kili walks over to the packs in the corner, rummaging through before packing out mine and walking over to me. I take the straps in my mouth as Gandalf turns to me.

"Violet, go get changed and come back here, my dear."

I nod as I leave the balcony and go back to my room, wondering what Gandalf could want me for.

There you go! Everyone is at Rivendell and the Company know about Violet's secret. If you want to know more on how they react to her, then stay tuned. Please keep leaving your wonderful reviews!

Translations;

"Ifrid bekar!" - Ready weapons!

Draugh-hin - Draugh is elven for wolf and hin for child, so I've put them together to make draugh-hin, wolf-child.