DISCLAIMER: I don't make any money from this story. I just do it for fun because that's what weird people do when they're bored.

Ok ok. I know it's been FOREVER since I uploaded a new chapter (I am so sorry) but I just hit a mental brick wall on this chapter. I am still not satisfied with it but I didn't want any of you to wait any longer than necessary. So this one is going to be rough and really really short, but hopefully it will break open the flow of inspiration to my brain that has been clogged up for months.

I hope you enjoy! A special thanks to those who have reviewed the story. Your words of kindness and criticism have kept me alive and kicking!

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Deep within the darkened woods of Mirkwood a repressed malice awoke to the trees groaning beneath them. In the dungeons of Dul Guldur the spiders had hidden themselves to replenish their numbers and at last their hate was stirred up once more when the wind of Arethusa came down from the north and stirred the trees to life once more. The arachnids whispered to each other in their hissing and grinding voices, "The kings! The kings and queens of old have returned! We must stop them. Yes! We must! It is at last time for the fall of the northern world. Yes! The Master demands it. He does! Yes."

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Lucy was immediately amazed at the sight of the Elven King's halls. The arching stone arose high above her head and reached deep inside many caverns; crisscrossing roads also followed everywhere in sight. The lights of the cave did not come from fire but were mysterious in their source. It looked, to Lucy, that they came from vents in the roof of the massive cave but even that was up for question.

The elves seemed underwhelmed at her appearance although they were amazed to hear her tales of early Beleriand, as they knew Narnia then. Though they believed her words of witness they secretly scoffed at the idea of Eru changing his form to a lion while walking on the earth. "That's absurd." one said. "Yes. Why would he lower himself like that?" another added, but their questions remained unanswered for they spoke in their native tongue, one that Lucy could not speak let alone understand.

The three Dwarves, on the other hand, were overjoyed at the coming of the queen of old and sat around her for hours listening to her tales and her answers to their questions. It was through speaking to them that Lucy found that the Stone Table was taken with the Dwarves from the East to reside in the Iron Hills.

"When we left the East the badgers practically threatened to kill off our race if we didn't bring it with us, along with your gifts from Father Christmas of course." one named Gloin said, "They said something about remembering or whatever nonsense it was."

"It wasn't nonsense, Gloin." Bofur stated, "It's their job to keep track of these things."

"Well it's not like were going to forget the four kings and queens of old who defeated the White Witch, now is it?" he replied.

"Technically it was Aslan who laid the final blow." Lucy cut in.

"Well you forgot about that piece of information." Bofur countered, "What's to say we wouldn't have forgotten about them if you can't even remember simple history?"

"Bah!" said Gloin who had freshly run out of comments to say.

Lucy laughed at their display, "Ah how I've missed Dwarves!"

"Missed us?" Bofur jested, "I thought queens preferred the more gentlemanly type."

Lucy laughed again, "Well how could I forget my dear little friends?"

There was silence among the group for a little while before Lucy broke the quiet, "So many things have changed."

"Aye, my lady." the third dwarf spoke up, "But I hope that will not sway your decision on coming to Erebor."

"Of course not, Balin." she smiled. "However, I am still debating on whether or not I should wait to see if my siblings show up."

"Well," Bofur started off, "if you journey to Erebor with us we can send off our ravens in search of the kings and queen, and you can start gathering up the Narnians while we wait for an answer."

"Yes, I suppose that would be logical." Lucy said aloud then laughed to herself. 'At this rate I'll be thinking just like Susan.'

"Whatever your choice, lassie, we will respect it." Gloin stated with a nod of his head.

Lucy smiled, "Thank you." Then sighed, "I suppose it would be best to go ahead to start making plans." She thought a bit more before exclaiming with a grin, "Very well! I shall go with you to your home."

Bomber bowed, "Thank you, my lady."

She chuckled, "You're welcome."

Bofur laughed, "There is one thing you need to know before we get to the city. Those young dwarven lads would take to sweep anyone off their feet in an instant! So don't let their flattery get to you!"

She laughed, "I'll be sure to be on my guard."

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That afternoon they gathered up their supplies before settling for the a good nights rest. The next morning goodbyes were said and promised were made to visit again. (mostly for political talks)

An elven guard then escorted the queen and the small group of dwarves to the edge of the forest where they took a ferry across the lake to a small port town. After they secured ponies for their travel, they journeyed on until they came to the great city of Dale then on to Erebor.

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Next chapter is going to be back with Peter Edmund and Susan. I hope it will come to me easier than this one did, for your sake and mine.