(hey there I am back sorry for the wait. Anyway happy reading!)

We arrive, finaly to our destination, Mirkwood also known as Greenwood by the elves. I slip off of Becky and I block out everyone's voices to concentrate on Becky's transformation. We agree telepathicly that she would go back with Beorn's ponies and teleport back me as a mouse. I nod and let go of her snout. Gandalf reembarks his horse but I don't pay to much attention to him. I look at the Mirkwood forest sadly. I zone out and follow the dwarves carelessly around the forest. I feel something on my shoulder and tun my head to see a white mouse, with green eyes, on it.
'Hey there Bec'
'Good to know that you recognise that without blond, I'm a boy'
'Shut up'
I sigh.
'Galadriel-nim?'
'Yes?'
'I don't like Mirkwood'
I hear her chuckle.
'It is okay I don't appreciate them as well'
I smile and run into a tree that I didn't see at all.
''Oof!''
I fall on my ass, of course and the minute I'm back on my feet I realize I've lost the dwarves and Bilbo. I shiver there is something wrong with this forest. Bec is nowhere to be seen too.
''Bec? Where are you? Bec!''
''I'm here don't worry, are you okay thee Luna?''
''Yeah I'm fine thanks''
I look at the white mouse and grin reassuringly. I pick Bec up and put him on my shoulder. I sigh I've lost the company and the contact I had with Galadriel-nim.
''We just got to follow their scent. It should be easy enough don't you think so?''
''I guess you're right. Thanks Bec, say, can you contact Galadriel-nim and tell her what happened. I lost contact with her when I hit my head.''
''Of course, I'll do that and you try to track their scent, okay?''
I nod and sniff the air. I frown this forest reeks of death. It's hard to identify the scent of dwarf from the scent of death and elf...wait elf? I turn around and see...
''A greenwood elf squad. Huh...interesting.''
The elves just look at me. One approaches me and searches me, taking my weapons and nything that could be used dangerously. When he is satisfied they lead me to the rest of the company.
''Hey there guys...sorry I ran into a tree and got lost.''
They look at me questioningly and I shrug. I look at all the elves and recognise Legolas and Tauriel. Prince of the greenwood elves and the captain the guards, respectively.
''Legolas, Tauriel we finally meet again''
They look at me in confusion before realizing who I am.
''Looke?''
''Luna? Is that you?''
''Indeed, the one and only''
The dwarves look angry and I sigh.
''Hey I'm friends with Elrond and stuff, you don't really think that I don't know Thranduil, his son and the captain of the guards do you?''
They glared harshly in response. Great now they are even more suspicious of me. I cast my golden green eyes downwards and sniffle slightly but I don't dare to make a sound as we are guided to Thranduil's castle's dungeons. The elf-man that is in charge of me opens up a cell and guides my body into it. Gently?... I look up at him to see it is Legolas himself. I smile slightly and nod at him.
''Thank you Legolas''
''It's nothing shall I tell my father that you are here?''
I shrug and sit down in my cell. He sighs and closes the cell door. Then goes back to the staircase, Tauriel passes by and stops to put her hands throught to the barred door. I look at her and take the silent compassion symbol she is trying to give. I take her hands in mine and pull them up and nuzzle my face in them. I let out a small agonising cry. That resonates trough the dungeons and let some of my tears drip in her hands. Tauriel looks at me saddly and takes back her comforting hands. I smile thankfully not trusting my voice right now. She smiles back and retreats to Legolas. I look beyong my door to see the dwarves cells are on the opposite wall to mine. In my weak state seeing this makesme to lonely and I let out another strangled cry. I hear the dwarves clearing their throats uncomfortably.
''Are you ok, Lassie?''
I take a deep breath, rage building up quickly.
''Oh so now I'm important. Now you want to comfort me! I don't need the comfort of someone who after discovering who I am really practicly ignored and distrusted me completly!''
Stunned silence is the only answer I get and I resume to cry agonisingly.

(Timeskip)

I guess I fell asleep because I woke up when I heard Thorin's voice
''Did he offer you a deal?''
''He did. I told him he could go 'Ish kakhfê ai'd dur rugnu!', him and all his kin!''
''Well.. that's it, then. A deal was our only hope.''
''Not our only hope''
I then hear him whisper something to the others.
''Oh... the lass has been in tears ever since we got here.''
''Crying is for weaklings.''
I whimper in agony, it hurt, it really hurt.
''I thought you at least a little courageous and tough but I guess I was wrong.''
I cringe.
''What? Are you going to-''
He dosen't even finishe his sentence that I let out an agonising scream of sheer pain and terror.

(3rd person pov)

All the dwarves jump at the saddeness and complete mad-like pain filled terror the scream contains. Even Thorin was at loss of words for what he had caused to happen. He didn't think that the dragon girl would be so...hurt by his words.

(Luna's pov)

I finish screaming and freeze gasping for air. I feel Becquerel shivering on my thigh. I put my hand on his head, apologizing quietly, and he nuzzle's it. I finally take a breath. I heave and cough before breathing normally. I smell the familliar scent of Bilbo and realize that he is there uunlocking my door while the others are already out of their cells. I look at him pitifully and he hugs me close I hug the little man the best I can and follow silently in slightly comatosed state. Bec being himself has already gone back, for safety measures. I feel all the dwarves eyes but I don't react, my face stay froze into a frown. We arrive to a cellar where the dwarves and the hobbit argue a bit before getting into the barrels that are there. Bilbo leads me to one and I obediently get in without showing any sign of conscience. To others I'm pretty sure I look like a mindless doll. It dosen't bother me, at all.
''Hold your breath''
I nod slightly and hold my breath and we begin to roll into what seems to be an underground river. I gasp at the cold water and shiver. Thank god Bec went back to Beorn's or else he would've died of hypothermia... wait can he even die? I smile to myself before returning to a frown. We start to float down the river rapidly. I gasp when we fall down a waterfall. We go rapidly towards a gate.
''Holo in-annon!'' (shut the gate)
We arrive to a now closed gate. I hear a commotion...Orcs.
The gate opens suddenly making wake up of my dazed state. Alert I look up to see a ton of orcs everywhere.
''Cut the log!''
Some axe-armed dwarves hit the log and alot of orcs fall into the wild river. Legolas jumps onto the dwarve's head and he looks at me.
''Legolas!''
He takes my outstreched arms and pulls me out of my barrel and sends me to the sky. I strech out my wings and plunge towards the ground and breath my golden flames on the orcs remaining before following the floating barrels filled with dwarves and a hobbit.