Disclaimer: I Own Only Elentári and Rhiannon. The Rest Is © to Peter Jackson and J.R.R. Tolkien.

A/N: Sorry for not updating in like forever. Lots of things including new projects for fanfiction and youtube.

As the company came to a halt well on into the latest hour of midday and after a morning of rain and tales of the five great wizards, the company was tired. Elentári much to Gandalf's surprise was still soaked but the ranger didn't seem to mind this as much as he did.

"Elentári my dear you'll catch your death if those clothes do not dry." Gandalf gave her a stern sideways glance. She laughed vibrantly, slightly ignoring his stare as she dismounted.

"You forget I am used to worse than this Gandalf the weather of the North is far worse than that trivial rain earlier." She rubbed her horse's crest and then frowned as she heard Thorin barking orders to everyone. Gandalf was waiting to speak to him in what looked like a burned down home. The mare apparently had the same feeling about Thorin as her master had for in the moment after Thorin yelled out at Bombur to start making some stew, she bucked.

"Calm your animal Elentári." Thorin called to her.

"She doesn't like it when you yell at the others and nor do I for that matter." Elentári dryly said.

"For your information it wasn't yelling for the sake of yelling I was telling them what to do tonight." Thorin stated gaining irritation for this woman all over again and he went over to discuss with Gandalf. The mare nickered a breath as Elentári let go a sigh causing her to smile at how intone her and her horse were.

"Don't worry we'll be alright…" she whispered.

"We have a map we cannot read Thorin; Lord Elrond could help us…"

"Help us… what help came from the elves when the dragon took Erebor?" Thorin's voice groused with loathsome hate for elves again. Elentári's body visibly tensed and without warning Gandalf yelled at Thorin.

"I am not one for the stubbornness of dwarves Thorin son of Thráin!" he muttered loudly and with that he walked back over to his steed cursing as he went and left swiftly.

"Everything alright…Gandalf… Where he is going?" Bilbo asked.

"Nothing but miscreant mess caused by our lead dwarf…" Elentári declared flatly shooting said lead dwarf a hard stare.

"You best hope he comes back Thorin!" Elentári shouted again. As everyone assumed their duties night once again began to settle over them.

"Soups on…" Bofur said serving the first one to Balin, then Ori, Bifor, Nori and of course Dori. He Bombur served to Oin, Gloin and Dwalin then Thorin and Bilbo. Elentári claimed to be not hungry but gladly took a small end of bread from Bofur.

"Bilbo can you take these to the lads when you're done fussing about Gandalf." Bofur said holding out two bowls of stew.

"I am not fussing… just worried is all." The Hobbit defended. "He has been gone a very long time!"

"He's a wizard he does that because he chooses to." Bofur offered. Bilbo took up the bowls and headed towards Kíli and Fíli but Elentári went with him. The two dwarves stood still as statuettes of stone.

"What's happened?" Elentári implored.
"Well we had sixteen ponies, seventeen horses altogether including yours Lady Elentári." Fíli stated.
"But now we have only fifteen including yours." Kíli uttered with a bit of a hitch in his voice.

"As our ranger and burglar thought you two might want to go about seeing where they might be." Kíli continued.

"Something big obviously…" Bilbo said with confidence.

"Shush!" Elentári put a finger to her lips as she strained to hear. "Oh No!" she finally breathed.

"What is it…" Bilbo queried.

"Trolls…" Kíli replied gruffly.

"We need to get Thorin…" Fíli insisted but before they could take notice their burglar had already seen to get the endangered ponies. He was a brave fellow indeed, but foolhardy. The two brothers went off to get Thorin and the company whilst Elentári was spirited off in the shadows.

"It is too quick…"

"Gotcha!" The tallest of the three trolls stated grabbing Bilbo by his ankles.

"There aren't any more of you little buggers hidin' about weres you shouldn't…" the smallest one prodded.

Kíli marched out behind the bigger one and cut his foot. "Drop him!"

"Do what now?"

"I said DROP Him!" Kíli angrily repeated and they complied as the company made their way through the trees as led by Thorin. Suddenly the troll's short blade fell and Bilbo seized his chance to free the ponies, only to realize they'd already been set free and a deafening cry that came from nowhere and suddenly the whole company was thrown for a loop. A young woman was held by the disgusting trolls but not one they recognized.

"Lay down your arms or we rip hers off." The trolls cried out in unison. Thorin eyed the new woman.

"She isn't one of ours…" Thorin shouted.

"Thorin! Please drop your weapons…" said a voice from behind. Elentári had finally found voice again in the midst of the chaos. Thorin quickly threw down his weapons and the rest reluctantly followed suit. Soon a third of the company was tied to a spit-like log and another one third of them awaited their role on dinner in canvas bags. The two maidens that created the last third were tied to a post near the first third, and the fire.

"I don't see why we don't just eat the maids first…" The short troll piped.

"No beside them are for dessert." The medium sized one licked his lips.

"Look here I am not for sampling!" the other woman belted out.

"Rhiannon you need to learn when to shut up! Has anyone ever told you that?" Elentári hollered back. Elentári tried to think of a way to distract the trolls.

"You know I think you need to season these dwarves more than you are letting yourselves." Bilbo said beating her to it.

"Now who needs to learn to shut up…" The woman known as Rhiannon muttered.
"Still you sweetheart…" Elentári stated ire rising.

"What seasonings would you add?" the one that was cooking questioned.

"Well no offense but I'd but more than… sage, have you smelled them? If there was some garlic and maybe some parsley."

"We ain't got time to find those…"

"Let the dark haired maiden go she can find those superfast she… she does it for a living." Bilbo stammered.

"You do?" the younger one looked at Elentári, who noticed Gandalf was on his way through to them.

"Yes of course… I'll get them for you if you untie me and you can the perfect seasoned dwarves that you crave." Her bonds were cut.

"Now, see this… this is me going for fresh herbs and garlic." She smiled and took off and in a moment was back with some herbs and garlic. One of which was wolfs bane, she quickly tossed it into the stew.

"I suggest you try it without the dwarves and if you do not like it then… you can eat me as dessert first." Elentári suggested.

"How generous…" the tallest one said taking a spoonful and the other two did the same. They instantly started to fall ill and as Gandalf broke a rock to reveal the sunlight of the dawn the trolls turned to stone not so instantly but steadily and then the sunlight engulfed them into their stone prisons.

Whilst the dwarves began to untie each other, Thorin(who already had undone his bonds in no time) went to speak to Gandalf who was engaged in a conversation with Elentári and the new woman.

"Mithrandir she isn't anyone of consequence. Ouch!" Elentári exclaimed after being punched in the arm.

"No One of consequence… Humph that's friendship for you… Gandalf you know she is not in her right mind." Rhiannon stated playfully and earning her an emphatically humored look from the wizard.

"Rhiannon you do know that there is a contract and barely any rewards to be had."

"Not all rewards have to be material dear sweet Elentári." Rhiannon's cheeky tone getting the better of Elentári's senses again she looked over to see Thorin bemused and staring at Rhiannon.

"So-he began- who are you and how did you find my company." Thorin said trying gain some authority again.

"Durin's sake Thorin you do not simply ask a woman this…" Balin joined in.

"My name is Rhiannon of Gondor the steward Ecthelion; captain of the guard's daughter."

"Gondor… By my beard you have travelled quite a ways to get to us." Balin said with a small laugh.

"No not really." Rhiannon said flatly. "I have lived my life in the wilderness…"

Elentári scoffed, "You go back home every two weeks you don't live in wilderness as often as others."

"Others meaning yourself…" Rhiannon jibed. "You know Elentári you are not the only poor unfortunate soul."

"What?! In the name of the Valar are you off about. You think I don't know. Why do you think I am here… helping Thorin reclaim his home?"

"The glory of it." Rhiannon snubbed. That broke something inside her, that in which Rhiannon her friend and ally would tell her off saying that she only wanted glory. It wasn't true she did have a selfish enough reason but it wasn't glory. She did this journey to aid hers. She hoped that someday she might be able to convince her younger cousin of becoming King and she as his adviser.

"Besides I found out about this troupe through some passerby dwarf in Bree." Rhiannon stated matter-of-factly.

Thorin and his company wandered away from the two arguing women to find where the mountain trolls had come from, and how they had moved in daylight. Answered by a rampant cave they found some weapons and gold.

Suddenly stunned by the silence from above Bilbo went to see if Elentári and her friend were alright. He found Elentári by herself.

"Where is your companion? Rhea or whatever." Thorin asked from behind Bilbo.

"She's gone." Elentári said quietly almost spitting it out like a curse. Thorin opened his mouth to speak again, "Do not worry Thorin Oakenshield she knows not to speak of this quest to anyone. I swore her dead if she did such a thing." Elentári yelped. She suddenly heard rustling leaves and a slick couple of thuds. She drew her blade.

"Something is coming." Thorin yelled. They all stopped and stared as a strange bloke came with a sleigh like contraption with rabbits.

"Radagast the brown." Gandalf said "Why you here?"