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I was running again. My feet screaming in protest. But this time, I wasn't alone. I was being led by the hand by Fili as we rushed through open fields with the rest of the company. Everything had happened so fast! First Radagast appeared (who was the ultimate hippy by the way), then a warg scout attacked, then we found out the ponies had bolted, and now we were running for our lives. Fortunately, Radagast was creating a diversion, but he was hard pressed, causing him to often turn around and come back in our direction. My breath was coming in ragged breaths and I could no longer feel my feet. Everything was a blur and I just hoped that Fili was leading me in the right direction.

"Ori! No!" Tille cried from the front, pulling the young dwarf back behind a rock. I let out a little cry of surprise.

"Glenn? Are you okay?" Fili asked me with concern.

"Sorry." I apologized quickly. "The baby just kicked. I don't think it likes all this running." I rested my free had on top of my belly gently.

"I know." Fili nodded. "I'm sorry. We'll be safe soon I promise." He stroked my cheek briefly before turning and starting off again, pulling me along behind him. We continued to run and run and run… and then we didn't. Fili pulled me too him protectively as I heard the sound of heavy paws scraping over stone above us. I held my breath. Please don't find us, please don't find us, please don't- But I stopped chanting in my head as the sound of an arrow releasing and hitting the warg, then another sound as it hit the orc. Both rider and mount tumbled down into the dwarves awaiting weapons. I closed my eyes tight shut and tried to block out the cries of pain. Wait… they were too loud! The sounds were reflecting off the stone. That meant- my fears were confirmed as a cry came from somewhere nearby. The orcs had found us.

"Move. Run!" Gandalf cried in alarm. And we started off again. My renewed fear pushed me forwards, and now Fili and I were running at the same speed instead of me being a dead weight.

"There they are!"

"This way! Quickly!"

"There's more coming!"

"Kili, Shoot them!" We stopped.

"We're surrounded!" Fili called out from next to me. I looked around frantically. There were orcs and wargs approaching from all sides.

"Where's Gandalf?" Kili asked desperately. The wizard was nowhere to be seen.

"He has abandoned us!" Gloin shouted. No. He couldn't… He wouldn't.

"Hold your ground!" Thorin shouted to the company. Fili cried out in alarm. I looked over to see an arrow graze pass his shoulder, leaving a bloody wound in it's wake.

"Fili!" I shouted in horror.

"This way you fools!" I looked over to see Gandalf standing amongst some rocks. I quickly pulled Fili towards the outcropping where Gandalf stood. Dwarves quickly slid down into the earth. There must be an opening! Gandalf counted out loud as Fili and I slid down into the hidden cave. Bofur and Nori caught us at the bottom and quickly moved us out of the way as more dwarves fell down the chute. Kili and Thorin came in last.

"Fili!" Kili said, rushing over to us.

"I'm fine." Fili shook his head. I frowned and moved to the other side to look at his wounded shoulder. I tried to move some of the cloth to get a better look at it.

"It'll get infected if you don't get it treated." I told him, pulling my hand back as he winced. "Sorry."

"We're not out of the woods yet." Balin warned us. That's right! Those orcs were still up there. Then the sound of a horn filled our ears. Adriana quickly climbed up the incline and looked out, then quickly slid back to the ground.

"What is it?" Thorin asked her.

"Elves." Adriana spat. At the same time, an orc fell down into the hole; an arrow sticking out of it's back. Thorin growled slightly.

"But that's good… isn't it?" The cold glares from all sides told me otherwise.

"I cannot see where the pathway leaves!" Dwalin called from the back. Everyone turned to look at him. "Do we follow it or no?"

"Follow it of course!" Bofur nodded, starting forward quickly.

"I think that would be wise." Gandalf muttered mostly to himself. The pathway was more of a crack in the earth. It was narrow and we had to walk single file. Fili came up behind me and Kili walked in front of me. And, between the two of them I managed to get through it. And after a couple painful scrapes and more protesting feet, we finally go through the passage. What I saw next took my breath away. In front of my eyes was a huge opening. Waterfalls cascaded downwards from tall cliffs around. Standing on the far side of a huge clear lake was a palace of white stone. Though it looked more like a city with its arches and stairs. It was beautiful.

"The Valley of Imraldis." Gandalf announced. "In the common tongue, it is known by another name."

"Rivendell." Bilbo spoke up from beside me. My face fell immediately. This was Rivendell. The place Gandalf had mentioned before. My destination.

"Here lies the last homely house east of the sea." Gandalf smiled. It was an amazing place, and I could not think of somewhere I would rather be my destination. But that meant my journey was over.

"This was your plan all along!" Thorin hissed, coming over to Gandalf. "To seek refuge with our enemy!"

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

"You think the elves will give our quest their blessing? They will try to stop us." The dwarf hissed.

"Of course they will." The wizard nodded. "But we have questions that need to be answered. 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." And so, we headed down a long narrow path towards the bridge across. Fili walked next to me, though we were both quiet. Everyone was. All the dwarves seemed to share Thorin's hatred for these elves. It made me nervous. How was I supposed to stay with these people if they were so awful?

"Ow!" I cried out as I stepped on an unusually sharp rock. Feeling returned to my feet. One specific feeling actually: Pain.

"Are you okay?" Fili asked in concern. I nodded quickly, but tears sprung to my eyes anyway. "Glenn what is it?"

"Nothing." I gasped, brushing away tears. "I'm fine."

"Your obviously not fine." Fili scolded.

"What's the hold up back there?" Thorin called from the front.

"Something's wrong with the lass!" Bofur answered.

"Can we continue on?" Thorin asked, clearly annoyed.

"Yes!" I croaked out, trying to start forward again. But Fili held me back. The dwarves behind us quickly filed past to catch up with the others.

"Glenn. Tell me what's the matter." Fili said, looking me straight in the eye. Or at least, trying to. I kept looking away.

"It's nothing, I just stubbed my toe." I lied quickly. While he did believe me, he also looked down at my feet. They were dirty and bloody and covered with bruises. Probably a little bit swollen too. Fili looked back up at me. He was angry. I didn't have to look at him to tell.

"What did you do to them?" He demanded.

"I've been running around without any shoes on for the past couple weeks." I snapped, trying to pull away from him. "What did you think was going to happen?"

"Why didn't you tell someone?" Fili asked angrily.

"Now, now." Gandalf said, stepping in between us slightly. "Lord Elrond is a skilled healer. He'll take a look at both of your wounds once we enter. Just a little bit further." I nodded and used Gandalf's interruption to quickly escape, ignoring the pain in my feet as much as I could. The company passed over the long stone bridge to a circular platform in front of a tall set of stairs.

"Mithrandir!" A voice called out. I looked up to see a tall graceful elf appear at the top of the stairs before quickly descending. He had a silver circlet on his head and long flowing robes.

"Ah, Lindir." Gandalf smiled. The two began to speak in a beautiful elven language. The dwarves around me murmured suspiciously and I became aware of Fili's hand holding my own tightly. "I must speak with lord Elrond." Gandalf said at last.

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

"Not here?" Gandalf repeated. "Where is he?" As if in answer to his question, the same horn we had heard before sounded and a stream of horses galloped into view. Thorin shouted something in dwarfish and all the dwarves formed a tight circle with Bilbo and myself in the middle. The horsemen rode in and began circling us, staring down at the company with faces full of curiosity. At last, they halted and one with a slightly bigger silver circlet dismounted.

"Gandalf!" He smiled.

"Lord Elrond." Gandalf bowed before Elrond embraced him in a friendly hug. They began talking in elvish again.

"Strange for orcs to come so close to our borders." Elrond said at last. "Something, or someone, must have drawn them near." He looked at us, a sheathed orc blade in his hand.

"Ah, that may have been us." Gandalf laughed. Elrond now turned to us fully.

"Welcome Thorin, son of Thrain." Elrond greeted.

"I do not believe we have met." Thorin growled.

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

"Indeed?" Thorin raised an eyebrow. "He made no mention of you." Elrond showed no reaction to this comment however as spoke several words in elvish.

"What is he saying?" Gloin growled. "Does he offer us insult?" all the dwarves grumbled angrily at this insinuation.

"No master Gloin, he is offering you food." Gandalf smiled. The dwarves conferred with one enough quickly before Gloin turned back around.

"Ah well, in that case… lead on!"

Ah Gloin so quick to judge and to forgive.

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