this one took a little longer to get out cause i wanted to spread out their time in rivendell a little more, and it was really hard for me to just sit down and type most of it in one sitting. i had little bursts of ideas over time. not to mention my internets been crap lately... the whole, marking houses for friends and enimes things is kind of like the shadowmarks from skyrim, but theres only two or three, not the tons the have in skyrim.

The hobbit belongs to J.R.R Tolkien and no one else!

Getting off of the ledge, I walked over to the table that Kili was dashing around and underneath looking for his ring. Fili joined in the search, but I knew it was worthless. I felt my front pocket, feeling the slight indent of the bulky ring as the brothers looked around.

"Is the ring really that important? i mean, its a ring right?"

"It's his ring of Durin. Our father gave one to each of us as our proof of royalty."

fili said, standing up to look up at me. Now I felt bad. This ring was royal property! I've never stolen something that was that, sacred. The other dwarves eventually came over to see what was wrong when they saw the brothers running around so crazily. When they explained the ring, they all scattered around, flipping over chairs and peering into every nook and cranny.

"What on earth is happening?"

I turned around, seeing Bilbo's head dart around and the multiple dwarves in complete confusion.

"Kili lost his ring, apparently it's a Dwarvish treasure. Fili has one like it, apparently."

Bilbo straighten up, before walking around to join in the search.

"Bilbo! Wait up!"

I followed behind him, making our way towards the areas the brothers were checking, all of us looking for the ring I knew they'd never find. Someone started to mutter that maybe one of the Elves stole it, that they took it off the counter when they were setting the table or something to that extent. This was bad, very bad. I ran look over by Dwalin, who was sitting by the fire with his trusty hammer, but when I leaned over to look on the ground, the worst happened. My pants pocket was large and could hold quite a bit off stuff, so that means any one little thing could bounce around and fall out easily; which was exactly what happened.

"Why did you have Kili's ring,"

Fili asked, looking warily at me. I could see Bofur at the back of the group looking at me. His eyes were a mix of shame, and sympathy. I knew there was no way out of it.

"Bofur didn't want me to come along just because I was good with maps,"

I said, handing Kili back his ring. He snatched it back, looking at me with newfound scrutiny. I felt Bilbo's eyes on me as I confessed, and as much as I didn't want to disappoint him, I had to do this.

"He asked me to come with because I'm a thief. He knew we'd be in some places we wouldn't belong. So, he asked me to come, and keep you guys alive when we got into the mountain."

The dwarves irrupted into shouts after I finished.

"How do we know she hasn't taken anything else!"

Someone said. I threw my pack on the floor in front of Thorin, watching as he picked it up and glared at me.

"Go ahead and check it. I didn't steal anything else, and I don't care if you still think I did."

True enough he did, dumping the pack carelessly on the floor. everything bounced and flung around, but nothing broke, much to my relief. The dwarves dug though it, even Bofur did, and that hurt the worst. As soon as they were done, Thorin shoved eveything back in and threw back bag back at me straight into the chest.

"Who else knew this,"

I looked up at Bofur. I didn't want to rat him out for this, he didn't deserve it.

"No one. Bofur just thought i knew my way around the forest. He didn't know what I've done."

I could see his eyes widen, but i only looked away before his expression changed. I looked for Bilbo in the crowd, but when i didn't see him, I got worried. It would be stupid of me to think he'd still like me. I watched his face as I admitted the truth. He'd probably never speak to me again. Eventually the dwarves scattered, leaving me alone with my bag in the center of the dining hall. All I did was clutch my bag and look around, looking for someplace to go and just, hide. There was a small creek at the bottom of the palace, it was hard to miss it, the lake water shone so brightly it acted like a beacon.

There was a small set of steps that led down there by the bridge entrance, so I ran down there, trying to use two steps at a time to get down there faster. That ended up screwing my over though, as I tripped on the last few and got a nasty scrape on my knee. It started to bleed through my pants as I got up, I could wash it off in the creek when I got there. I ended up limping the rest of the way, before nearly tripping on a set of rocks as I made it. I managed to catch myself on a tree though, rolling up my pants to dip my legs in the river. The water was, oddly warm for the weather outside, which had made me put on my coat earlier.

I hissed as I rubbed my knee with the clear water, watching as the blood pooled in the water almost like oil before leaking away. I dug in my messed up bag, looking around for anything to wrap my knee before it got anything nasty in it as it continued to clean out. When I pulled my leg out to the side to wrap it with a ripped shirt, I heard rustling that made me turn around. It was Bilbo, his hands behind his back as he looked down at the ground.

"I saw you from the bridge, I wanted to make sure you were ok."

He moved to sit by me, crossing his legs in front of the pond's edge.

"I saw you face Bilbo, I assumed you didn't want anything to do with me now,"

After wrapping me knee I stuck my leg back in the pond, just to feel the warm water seep around it again. I watched as he nervously fiddled with his waist jacket, trying to figure out what to say before looking up at me.

"I was just, surprised. I didn't think you were that type of person."

"That type of person?"

I said, straightening up. I wasn't offended, yet, but more curious as to what he was thinking at the moment. He tried to backstep and fix his wording, but couldn't find another way to word it other than how he already had.

"A thief, they steal whatever they want, it's, just horrible. I couldn't imagine you'd chose that as you lifestyle by the way you acted."

"I guess when you grow up with everything, you don't really think about everyone outside who has to suffer."

He looked up at me with wide eyes, gulping before trying speak again. I never had all those things, a perfect family and all the food that stocked Bilbo's pantries, I had to wonder if i was going to go hungry the next day or eat, if I was going to life to see those things I wanted.

"I didn't grow up with your perfect family Bilbo, I was alone for almost my whole life. I don't even remember what my parents look like,"

I tried to swallow the lump in my throat but to no avail. I hated being the sappy little girl, but I guess everybody has a weakness.

"So ya, I did the only thing I could do, and was good at. Getting into people's houses and grabbing everything I could shove into a bag. I even had friends I had met at some point, who respected me and knew what I had gone though when I was young."

He thought over my sentence for a second before asking about them, why a spoke about them as if they were no longer a part of me.

"Remember how I said I got screwed over by someone back when we were getting our stuff back?"

He nodded, remembering the little quest with little happiness, judging by the cutely sour look on his face. I explained the whole thing in a little bit more detail than i had back then, but I still didn't feel all that comfortable about spilling everything. Maybe another time.

"One of their names was Aribell. She was the one that found me breaking into a house, that, I probably shouldn't have been trying to get into. It was extremely guarded on the inside was what she warned me. After that, we pretty much stuck together, like two orphans in a pod."

She was my everything at one point, we depended on each other for everything. Until she turned tail for the better deal. Bringing her up always made me get a bad taste in my mouth, like I'd just eaten rotten fish or something that nasty. Guess she was kind of rotten, so it made sense in a kind of demented way. I was at least happy Bilbo was here letting me explain my crappy life story to him, giving me a chance to explain myself out of the whole mess. He seemed to believe me, he even apologized about judging me, and thinking i was some nasty person when I was just trying to get by in life. Before we moved to get back up though, he had another question.

"Why did you steal Kili's ring? I'm just curious about the whole incident."

"I guess when you do something for long enough it becomes a habit,"

I said, shrugging and looking down at my feet in the clear water. Bilbo pointed at my knee with surprise, but I only waved him off saying he was a little late to react to that.

"Snatching rings off of hands was a training exercise Aribell taught me. She said it was an easy way to get quick money, and you could walk away and blend in with the crowd before the person even noticed that their ring was missing. I never thought Kili's ring was that important, he had so many on, what would one missing do?"

He seemed curious about the whole training thing, but he didn't seem confident enough to ask about it.

"If you wanna know more, all ya have to do is ask,"

I smiled at him, watching as he only blushed and coughed nervously. He explained he didn't realized thieves went through a training, he must've just thought they picked up their skills over time.

"You gotta start somewhere i guess. My little group picked up tricks and codes over time, we even had little markings to tell which houses were friends, and which ones were ok to go hog-wild in."

Guess learning from someone was better than getting chucked out to defend for yourself. I told him about how re ran throughout the town and on the rooftops, like a game of tag with valuables involved. I was happy that he wasn't angry with me anymore, but the same probably couldn't be said about the other dwarves in Elrond's palace above us. Thorin was probably going to kick me out of the company. With the moon so high and the stars to blindingly bright, it was probably extremely late. If we were going to continue on with them in this, we'd need as much sleep as we could get.

"Lets get back up there, hopefully everyone will be asleep by now."

I got up out of the pond, holding my hand out to help Bilbo up. we both jumped over the logs and slowly went up the stairs, looking around the pillar to see who was up. No one seemed to be out here, I assume Elrond gave them rooms for their night. We'd just have to find mine, or ours, if Bilbo was staying with me. Sticking my hands in my pockets, i wandered around the dining hall for at least an idea on where to go.

"The rooms the elves gave us our down there."

I turned around, spotting Bofur pointing down one of the hallways. Bilbo walked forward, thanking him with a pat on the shoulder before walking down the hall and eventually disappearing out of sight. I went to follow him, walking quicker than I probably should've, but Bofur stopped me.

"Why didn't you them then that I knew?"

He said, looking up at me.

"I, I didn't want Thorin to hate you like he does with me now. Not that he ever liked me in the first place."

He laughed, but I didn't get why. He said I was one odd thief, not that I've never heard that before, and said that I'm sleeping in the same room as Bilbo. He also told me about Thorin's plan to ditch here as early as possible, before the elves had a chance to realize we were gone. I followed him down the hallway, before we split in opposite directions and into our rooms for what I hoped wasn't the last pinch of good sleep we'd be getting. The room was dark, with only one candle in the corner of the room, but I could see Bilbo completely passed out of the bed, his curly hair even more unruly than it normally was. Guess this whole thing is kind of tiring. I highly doubt its going to get any easier though. I slowly tip toed beside the bed, before laying down right beside him. I had only closed my eyes for a few seconds before i could already feel myself starting to fall asleep, letting reality go and fall into deep sleep.

I woke up with a nose full of hair, and hand gripping my waist. Someone else though was shaking my shoulder, forcing me to wake up. Opening my eyes, I realized the hair that was practically suffocating me was Bilbo's head, and he was the hand griping my waist. Even with no blanket on top of me it was quite warm and comfortable, but it was a little awkward, so I pulled back and looked at who was behind me. It was Bofur, telling us to grab our stuff fast and meet Thorin outside. We were leaving right now. Bofur ran out, and I was stuck with jostling Bilbo awake, who fell of the bed in the process. I looked over the bed, asking if he was ok while trying to hold back my laughter. I had to admit, it was kinda funny. He shook his head awake, before looking up at me.

"It's time to leave sunshine,"

I said, flipping out of the bed to grab my bag in the corner of the room. Bilbo didn't have much with him, so he just grabbed his little sword off the dresser before we both left to find the rest of the group. We found them by the set of stairs we had used last night, and with one last look behind us, we left the beautiful elvish city before leaving it behind. I looked over at Bilbo, who as also looking behind him, speaking to him with a hand on his shoulder.

"Let's get though this alive. Then we can come back again."