A/N: Haha- heyyy... It didn't take two months this time ^^" But I'm back with another chapter! And I apologize for any errors. It's like two in the morning right now because I was trying to get this done for you guys. I hope you enjoy!

Elvish and Dwarves and other foreign languages of the sort...

Thoughts, and for this chapter, songs...


"We have to get out of here," Dwalin grunted.

Ori quickly put an end to that hope, "We can't! We have no ponies; they bolted."

"I'll draw them off," the Brown Wizard stated, pointing to himself.

"These are Gundabad Wargs; they will outrun you," Gandalf argued.

"These are Rhosgobel Rabbits!" Radagast countered, "I'd like to see them try."

Our group was silent, obviously unsure of what to do. Most were looking to Gandalf for an answer. The Grey Wizard seemed to be in thought though. I knew we didn't actually have time for this though.

"I say we go for it," I stated, stepping forward to the man and his over-sized bunnies. I kneeled down next to one, scratching behind its ear softly, "Besides, if a man is this confident about his rabbits, he must have some idea what he's doing. We should at least give it a shot."

Gandalf briefly hesitated a moment longer before nodding his head, "Any plan is better than no plan at the moment."

Radagast smiled and hopped onto the sled. I stood, giving the animals and mode of transportation room to leave. As the sled pulled forward, Radagast, "Thank you uh- um... "

"Wynter."

"Wynter, yes."

He moved to continue on, but did a quick double take. His eyes were on my throat. "My dear, you have a Greenwood necklace."

"I'm sorry, a what?" I questioned, instinctively grabbing at the necklace in question.

"A necklace made by the Elves from the Greenwood. I suppose it is most commonly referred to as Mirkwood now though. Tell me, how did you come by it? The Elves of Mirkwood are known to be a very isolated kingdom. Very few leave their borders."

"It was given to me by someone very dear to me," I said, smiling softly. The wizard eyed me briefly before nodding his head and leaving. Once the wizard was out of sight I turned to the Company. They gathered together, discussing how the were going to get through the plains that laid ahead. Gandalf quickly provided reassurance to the Company, but reminded them of the time that they had.

"We will wait by the edge of the woods until we see sign of Radagast. As he leads the Orc pack away, we will move," he explained as he began pushing us towards the edge of the wood. As we reached the edge, howls grew louder as we saw the orc pack sprint across the hills. Radagast shot out from the cover of the foliage.

"COME AND GET ME! Haha!"

I stared on as the Brown wizard antagonized the orcs. I probably would've laughed if it wasn't for the fact that if we were seen we'd be dead. Quickly, we rushed to hide behind the closest rock. As the pack disappeared over the hill, Gandalf continued to usher us along. We ran to the next set of rocks. I pressed my back against it, hoping to conceal myself more. Admittedly, my thought were drifting though. Back to another time involving a rock and immediate danger.

"Probably the first time my feelings acted up for-"

The Company was moving forward. I followed behind quickly. This wasn't the time. It really wasn't, As we ran to cross one of the hills, we saw Radagast chased by the orcs. We skid to a stop and hurried to hide.

Finally, we stood behind a rock and I saw Ori continue to run, My breath caught as he left the cover that the rock gave us.

"Ori!"

"ORI NO!" Thorin pulled him back.

The pack vanished from view as we continued on to the next rock. As we pressed up against the next rock, I was breathing hard. When was the last time I ran like this? Probably when I went to see Legolas at Gondor, but my gods, this hurts like when Haldir made me run with the rocks. I saw Fili looking at me as he pressed a finger to his lips. I closed my mouth and tried breathing as much as I could through my nose. I heard it then. The growling of a Warg.

Thorin was breathing shallowly, slowly turning his head to look at Kili. His eyes motioned down to the bow that the Dwarf Prince was holding. Slowly, Kili notched the arrow. My eyes closed briefly as I heard the Prince run out and shot the Warg. Both the orc and the Warg wailed as the fell off the rock. Bombur and Bifur attacked the orc, killing it…. seemingly as loud as they possibly could. The howls once again started up. Steadily they came closer. Before my eyes, the scene changed though.

We were in a mine. Preparing to fight in a circle. But then the goblins ran. Pounding. Loud… such loud pounding. My breathing came in short bursts as I felt a panic attack start to come on. No. No. It's not real. I'm not here. I felt someone pull me along behind them. The long golden hair in front of me threw me off though. The mine disappeared and in front of me was Fili pulling me along.

"You have a terrible habit of daydreaming. Can you not postpone it until later?" I heard him yell at me. I still wasn't able to even my breathing out, so I didn't answer. I couldn't answer. The older dwarf prince looked at me and faltered slightly. He pushed me forward before turning back to keep an eye on the orcs. "We're surrounded!"

Questions of "Where's Gandalf" started to sound as I pulled out the newly found sword I was given. The wargs were coming in grip tightened slightly on my sword. "This way you fools!"

My head whipped back to see Gandalf behind a rock. Quickly, I looked back to the orc pack before running towards where I last saw Gandalf. As I got closer I saw a hole in the ground. I slide down it, wincing as some rocks cut into my back. Once I hit the ground, I tripped, rolling down into the cave some more. I coughed harshly, dust and rock leaving my mouth. I felt another body hit me. I groaned, laying my head back down. No. I'm going to lay here. I'm done. So done. So tired….

Someone nudged my shoulder. "Don't fall asleep quite yet, Wynter," I heard Fili say, "Not until we find a safe place to camp."

I peeked at the blonde, about to reply when I heard the sound of horns. Quickly, I lifted myself up. The sound of a battle could be heard from inside our alcove. Screams were heard. Suddenly a body rolled down into the cave. Surprised, we all quickly parted ways. A few of the dwarves kicked at the body to confirm it's death. Thorin went to the body, pulling the arrow lodged in it's neck out. The Dwarf King growled lowly, "Elves..."

I brightened at the word. Elves. Help. We could get help.

"But don't you remember why Legolas and Gimli didn't get along at first?"

I groaned, drawing the attention of Bilbo, Ori, and Fili, the three closest to me. Before I could be questioned, Dwalin distracted the others.

"I cannot see where the pathway leads. Do we follow it or no?"

"Follow it of course!" Bofur chimed in, pushing forward. The dwarves followed the oddly hatted man.

"I think that would be wise," Gandalf remarked. Bilbo hesitated in front of me, looking at the wizard as if he was crazy. I snorted and pushed him forward. Gandalf was up to something. He always was.

As we continued down the path something changed in the air. I couldn't quite point out what it was, but something felt… felt mystical. I saw Bilbo turn to Gandalf, "Gandalf, where… where are we?"

"Do you feel it?"

"Yes. It feels like… well it feels like magic."

"That is exactly what it is. A very powerful magic."

I looked at the wizard. Magic? I could only think of two places that had magic here. Lothlorien and…

"Rivendell..."

Soon after we were out of the narrow passage. And we rounded a corner my suspicions were confirmed. I smiled happily as I looked on at the Elven sanctuary.

"The Valley of Imraldis. In the Common Tongue, it's known by a another name."

"Rivendell," Bilbo remarked, his eyes filled with awe.

"Here lies the last Homely House east of the sea."

Thorin turned around, stomping up to Gandalf enraged. "This was your plan all along. To seek refuge with our enemy."

I snorted, shaking my head, "Remind me again, it was the Elves who just tried to kill us?"

"You have no enemies here, Thorin Oakenshield. The only ill-will to be found in this valley is that which you bring yourself."

I caught sight of Bilbo, pulling his face into one that seemed to say "shots fired". "You tell him Gandalf!" I thought along with the Hobbit, silently laughing at my oddness. Sleep deprivation was finally catching up to me I think.

"You think the Elves will give our quest their blessing? They will try to stop us."

"Of course they will. But we have questions that need to be answered," Thorin sighed, looking down, "If we are to be successful, this will need to be handled with tact and respect and no small degree of charm. Which is why you will leave the talking to me."

We walked down into the valley. Suddenly from the trees, came singing.

"O! What are you doing,

And where are you going?*

The river is flowing!

O! tra-la-la-lally

here down in the valley!

O! What are you seeking,

And where are you making?

The faggots are reeking,

The bannocks are baking!

O! tril-lil-lil-lolly

the valley is jolly,

ha! ha!

O! Where are you going

With beards all a-wagging?

No knowing, no knowing

What brings Mister Baggins,

And Balin and Dwalin

down into the valley

in June

ha! ha!

O! Will you be staying,

Or will you be flying?

Your ponies are straying!

The daylight is dying!

To fly would be folly,

To stay would be jolly

And listen and hark

Till the end of the dark

to our tune

ha! ha!"

I smiled brightly as they sang about Bilbo and the dwarves. Most of the looked surprised at the fact that the elves seemed to know their names. The older ones, especially Oin and Balin, were very calm about it. Another song began, one that made my blood run a bit colder.

"O! Pretty maiden so dark and fair,

Her heart is only one of a pair.

O! Strong heart finding her love,

Now or then she'll turn into a dove.

O! Confusion will grow,

The sunny prince following in tow.

There's only one end to this tale.

And for now it shall fail!"**

I felt a few pairs of eyes on me as I looked to the ground, messing with my hair. I didn't know what to think… I hurried along to the front, sticking with Gandalf as we finished crossing a bridge. We stopped in front of a flight of stairs. From the top of them came an elf with flowing black hair.

"Mithrandir."

"Ah, Lindir!"

"Lastannem i athrannedh i Vruinen." The elf bowed his head, gently placing his hand over his chest.

"I must speak with Lord Elrond," Gandalf said, going closer to the elf.

"My Lord Elrond is not here," Lindir replied.

"Not here? Where is he?"

Familiar horns began to sound again. Suddenly, horses began to gallop to where we were. The dwarves began to panic. "Ifridî bekâr!" Thorin cried as I was pulled towards the middle of the dwarves' group by Dori. "Hold ranks!"

The circle tightened as I almost burst out laughing. It was Elrond. And on top of that, I'm at least a half a foot taller than most of the dwarves. I would have very little protection if we were in a real life or death situation. The fact that I was pulled in, though, warmed my heart. The horses began to circle us, slowly coming to a stop.

"Gandalf," I heard a familiar voice sound.

"Lord Elrond," the Grey Wizard bowed, "Mellonnen! Mo evínedh?"

"Farannem 'lamhoth i udul o charad. Dagannem rim na Iant Vedui." The Elven lord dismounted and gave Gandalf a quick hug. "Strange for Orcs to come so close to our borders. Something, or someone, has drawn them near."

"Ah,"Gandalf started, looking like a kid with his hand caught in a cookie jar, "That may have been us."

I laughed softly. Elrond briefly laid his eyes on me before turning to Thorin. "Welcome Thorin, son of Thrain."

"I do not believe we have met," Thorin seemed to say politely. Our circle loosened and I went to stand by Gandalf. My eyes stayed on the exchange though.

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

"Indeed; he made no mention of you," The dwarf King blinked slightly innocently. My mouth dropped open. I would have had a giggle fit if it wasn't for the fact that we had a bunch of elves and dwarves who hated each other around and one wrong move could start a war. Instead of responding to the insult, Elrond turned towards the dwarves.

"Nartho i noer, toltho i viruvor. Boe i annam vann a nethail vin."

"What is he saying," Gloin growled out before roaring, "Does he offer us insult?!" This helped set off the dwarves as the uneasily gripped their weapons. Their voices were about to turn to shouts when Gandalf quieted them.

"No, Master Gloin," Gandalf said exasperatedly, "He's offering you food."

"Oh," the flaming dwarf said, "In that case lead on."

I smiled brightly, thinking of how a like father and son were. Before I was too distracted, though, I hurried forward to Elrond.

"I'm sorry, I don't mean to be a bother, but would it be too much to ask to wash up a bit before we eat?"

"Not at all..."

"Wynter. My name is Wynter," I said, smiling at the Lord. This will probably be the only time he hears me speak.

"Right. Lindir," the elf that greeted us came forward, "Would you be so kind as to show this young lady to a place she can freshen up?"

The elf nodded, "Yes my lord."

Before I broke off, I turned to Elrond. Bowing my head low I thanked him, not just for now, but also for when he took me in before. He won't know that for a while though.


A/N: So that was fun. Before I go to bed tonight/this morning I'll try to get a little done for the next chapter. Also This "*" is because I may have removed a line from Tolkien's poem (but I couldn't keep it in because they don't have ponies with them! Ahh, the hardships of mixing book and movie.) and this ** is because that was me trying to mimic Tolkien's poetry style so I could add one for Wynter. It probably sucked, I know, that's why I write stories and not poetry. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed! Please review? We're almost at 100!