Kili:

As I packed my things I couldn't help but be slightly upset that Nylelyth was not coming with us. The sun rose over the horizon, its rays bleeding over the forest and the river. When all the company was ready, we met in the dining room. Nylelyth was there. Her hair was pulled back into its normal style, and her deep green tunic made her hair look darker, but also made her eyes more piercing. I ate my breakfast in silence as she giggled and joked with Bofur. Why was she even with us right now? I thought to myself. Not that I didn't want her there, I wanted to see her as much as I could. I ate as slow as I could, so maybe I could see her longer. But soon the company was ready to head out. We grabbed our things, and headed to the front gates of Rivendell. Nylelyth came to say goodbye to us, with Lady Arwen. They stood at the gate, Nylelyth's hands were folded in front of her.

"I want to give my greatest thanks to all of you." She announced to all of us. "I was not a part of the company, but you treated me as one of your own. I can never repay you for that. I wish you all the luck in the world." As we filed out of the gates, I paused, knowing that I would never see her again. Slowly, my feet forcefully took me forward. I looked down the whole time, so I wouldn't have to look at her. Before I could fully leave, she grabbed my wrist. I looked up at her.

"I want you to have this." She placed a bracelet in my hand, folding my fingers over it. It was gold, and had carvings in elvish all around it. "It says: Tenna' ento lye omenta, which means 'until next we meet.' Lord Elrond gave it to me, and said that it was my mother's. I want you to have it to remember me." She pressed my hand against my chest. I couldn't think of any words to say.

"I can't take this, Nylelyth."

"It's a gift. Keep it." I paused, still silent. I pulled her into my arms and kissed the top of her head.

"Until next we meet." I whispered. Thorin called my name, telling me to keep up. I stepped away and turned around, and jogged to catch up to the group.

Nylelyth:

I watched the company climb the steps out of the valley I sighed. Arwen stood next to me with her arm around my shoulder.

"You could have gone with them, you know." She said after a long pause.

"I couldn't. I can't. It's too late. My place is here. I don't belong with them, no matter how much Gandalf wants me to, I just don't." I turned around and walked back inside. I slowly trudged to the patio of my room, looking over the valley. I thought of everything that happened. I couldn't help the tears that came to my eyes. He's gone, and he's never coming back. Feeling utterly exhausted, I laid in my bed and let the sleep take over.

The next morning, I woke up to loud foot steps out side my room.

"Nylelyth!" I heard a voice yell, with no hesitation they busted my door open, not even bothering to knock. It was Gandalf.

"Gandalf, what's wrong?" His face was filled with worry.

"You need to catch up to the company. They are in grave danger." He replied.

"What's going on?"

"It's the Pale Orc. He knows what Thorin is doing, and he is sending out a pack to find him and kill him. You need to warn the company." Without questioning it, I started to shove things in my bag. An extra set of shoes and clothes. I clipped my dagger, and my sword to my belt.

"How far do you think they are?" I asked him.

"If you go fast, at least a day." He told me. I nodded as I ran out the door, grabbing my bow and my quiver.

"Arwen!" I yelled. She was walking down the corridor. "Arwen! The company is in danger, I have to go help them." She nodded as she listened to me.

"Don't waste anymore time, mellonamin." She said. "Aa' i'sul nora lanne'lle " She placed her hand over her heart and bowed her head. I couldn't help myself, I pulled her in close and held her tight.

"I will see you again." I whispered.

"I do not doubt you. Now go! You have no time to waste!" I turned and ran towards the gates. Gandalf had a horse ready for me. I hopped on.

"I will meet you at the edge of the mountains. Make sure Thorin knows the orcs' plan!" He yelled to me as I galloped away up the trail.

It was raining, hard. The path had narrowed, and I could no longer ride my horse. I turned her around to let her go back to Rivendell. I traveled along the path until I could see the company. They were as soaked as I was. I began running in hopes of catching up to them. Over my head, there was a thundering boom, and showers of small rocks came pouring down. I looked into the ravine, there was a stone giant. Throwing huge boulders towards the path we were walking on. I ran faster.

"Thorin!" I yelled. As I got closer, more booming sounds could be heard. All of the sudden, the path they were walking on began to split in two. They were walking on one of the giants. As the giants legs split apart, the company was split in two. The other giant threw another boulder, hitting the giant with the company on it's legs in the head. I ran faster up the path.

"Kili!" I yelled out of instinct. They were going to fall off. The giant was stumbling around as it's head fell to the ground, knocking out the path I was running on; creating a huge gap between me and them. Without thinking, I scaled the side of the path, balancing on what was left of it. As I cleared the gap, the leg of the giant with half of the company on it crashed into the side. All of the dwarves jumped off of it, and watched in horror as the giant stumbled about with everyone else on its other leg. All of the sudden, the leg with everyone on it smashed into the wall of the ravine. I was sure everyone was crushed, or squashed against the wall. I sprinted towards them, as fast as I could. As I got around the corner, I saw a giant pile of dwarves. I sighed out of relief.

"Thorin!" I yelled at him. He looked over to me, the rain was hitting my face and it was almost impossible to see.

"Nylelyth?" He replied. "We need to find shelter!" Without another word, I began helping the dwarves up.

"Where is Bilbo?" Bofur screamed. "Where's the hobbit?" Bilbo had been launched off the side and was hanging on for dear life. His hands were slipping. Everyone reached down to try and grab him. I jumped down on to a rock that was sticking out, with one hand I pushed Bilbo up to the dwarves so they could reach him. The rock below me began to crumble, I swung both my hands up and Thorin helped me up.

"I thought we had lost our burglar." Dwalin said, giving me a pat on the back as if he was congratulating me on saving him.

"He has been lost, ever since he left home. He should have never come. He has no place among us." Thorin snapped back. Everyone looked down in silence, and we moved on. A little ways down the path, there was a cave. I was hesitant to go in it, caves in the Misty Mountains were rarely unoccupied. As we settled in, I went to talk to Thorin.

"Thorin," I began. "The orcs. The Pale Orc is coming for you."

"That filth," He replied, glaring at me. "Died of his wounds."

"Thorin, you don't understand. He is going to cut you off at the edge of the Misty Mountains. We need to find a different route."

"There is no other route. This is my quest. We will do it my way." He stomped off.

"Save me from the stubbornness of dwarves." I whispered to myself.

Translations:

Aa' i'sul nora lanne'lle – may the wind fill your sails