Chapter 14

I rose before the sun that next morning. Bombur was still on his watch. Bombur had never said what he thought of my being an elf, or half-elf. I took a deep breath and walked to him.

"Good morning Bombur." I said lightly.

He looked over at me and nodded. I sighed.

"Bombur I am truly sorry I kept my identity a secret from you….from all of you. I suppose I was afraid." I said.

"You told Fili and Kili."

"That I did not. They discovered who I truly was. I asked them never to breath a word of it."

"I do not understand why? What did you fear?"

"Thorin."

I had never seen someone so very confused. I smiled a little.

"We both know that he has no love for my people. Even though I am only half-elf I still have elf blood. I feared Thorin's hatred of my people would include me, and I was right." I explained.

Bombur was silent for a long while. Then he nodded.

"I understand lass. And I am sure Thorin does as well! He just needs some time." Bombur said.

I smiled.

"Thank you Bombur. Although I admit I am surprised. Normally all I hear from you is about food." I joked.

He had a laugh at that.

"Speaking of…..we must wake Mr. Baggins! He is an excellent cook!" Bombur said.

At this we both whole heartedly agreed. I gently woke Bilbo.

"Mr. Baggins I hear you can cook."

"Oh yes indeed! Very well."

"Might we trouble you for some breakfast?" I asked.

He smiled.

"Oh yes of course!"

He was indeed a marvelous cook. We enjoyed ourselves the breakfast he made and then pressed on. We walked in silence for the most part.

Since the death of the Goblin King, the goblins of the Misty Mountains had pursued us. It was not until this day they finally found us.

"Goblins!"

I took my bow and notched an arrow in the string. I sent it flying into the head of a goblin without hesitation. As they drew closer I drew my sword and ran forward. As the battle progressed I saw a goblin prepare to shoot Gandalf.

*"Mithrandir Tira ten' rashwe!" I cried.

He was only just in time to move from the arrow's path. I felt myself pushed forward and then to the ground. I rolled away as a goblin attempted to stab me. I kicked it to the ground and drew my dagger and ended it miserable life. I saw all the dwarves but Bilbo was nowhere to be found.

"BILBO!?" I called out.

I could not see him nor hear him. I had no choice but to abandon my search for the hobbit. The number of the goblin warriors were dwindling, but were not yet through. I felt pain shoot up my arm. I looked at it and found it cut badly. I killed the giver of this wound and fought as best I could. When our enemies lay dead I grabbed my arm. Blood still flowed through my fingers.

"Gilraen!"

My head felt light and I felt myself fall to the ground. I heard the panicked cries of my friends, and that was all I remembered.

*Look out!