Adar wouldn't be too happy about this especially if I am associating myself with dwarves. I tapped my knee in thought. I bit my lip scanning over the dwarves who were training. A crunch of leaves caught my attention away from the dwarves. Especially a particular dwarf. I looked up at the wizard who appeared beside me leaning on his staff. His voice came out questioning, "Is something the matter, Miriel? Something seems to be troubling you."

I looked back at the dwarves who are out of hearing range. I answered, "I... I don't know. My visions are still blurry. I have barely been getting any visions. It makes me think that I am a mere mortal. It is starting to disturb me."

The wizard sat down on a stump holding his staff in between his legs. Here comes the wise words of the wizard. I stopped him before he started, "I want to figure this out on my own. I'll get my answers soon enough."

I don't think I would tell him that they are slowly starting to become clearer and that it is possible it revolves around a certain dwarf. I don't even think I would tell anyone who has business with my Emel and Adar. I cannot fathom on how they would react to their thousand odd year old daughter who may find their One with a dwarf. I am sure Emel wouldn't mind... but Adar... Gandalf looked down at the silver haired elf, "You are to travel with the company through Mirkwood in case they get into trouble."

My eyes looked past the company to the forest. My hand instinctively went to the scar. I spoke softly and low, "I don't think I can."

Gandalf huffed, "There is some darkness to the forest... I am to find that out so I have to leave the company."

I closed my eyes letting out a breath, "I... I will become a victim to it... I ventured through the forest when it was Greenwood. It seems and feels sick every time I go near now. I am sorry, Mithrandir."

Bilbo watched the two interact. He overheard their conversation. Bilbo's brows furrowed. He whispered, "What are you...?"

Bilbo tore a piece of bread popping it into his mouth. He knew this is bad behavior to listen into a conversation but he couldn't help himself when he heard the woman speak of visions. Humans don't have visions. They're not magical at all. So what is she?

Gandalf moved his staff to the side, "You are stronger than that. You are daughter of Galadriel and Celeborn."

I scoffed, "My mother and father have nothing to do with this."

Gandalf peered down at the elven maiden, "You have bad blood between your parents."

I rolled my eyes, "If last meeting was not an indicator, then I don't know what is. Now I shall take my leave. I am done talking about this matter."

Gandalf frowned. He will make the elven maiden go with the company. Gandalf stood up heading to the leader of the company, "Thorin."

Thorin and Dwalin stopped their clashing. The two dwarves breathed heavily. Thorin pointed his sword to the ground, "Gandalf."

Gandalf motioned with two fingers, "Follow me, I need to talk to you."

Dwalin watched as his king left with the wizard. His eyes couldn't help but scan the field seeing the combat dwarves fighting with each other. His eyes picked up the burglar sitting on the porch eating a piece of bread. He continued to scan and found not the one person he had in mind. Dwalin's brother's voice snapped him out of his trance, "Who are ye lookin' for, brother?"

Dwalin looked down at his brother shaking his head, "No one."

Dwalin turned away from his brother heading to the princes, "FILI! KILI! Let's fight."

Balin frowned knowing exactly who his brother is looking for. Balin noticed the maiden sitting on a stump watching over the training earlier. He noticed her eyes focused on his brother. Balin stuck his thumbs in his belt letting out a breath. This is going to be harder than he thought to keep them away especially if the maiden seem to be interested in his brother as well.

I sat near the edge of the forest looking into it. My legs sat criss-crossed. I breathed in deeply and let it out slowly. I could feel the dark magic tickle my mind. Begging to come in and take over. I shook my head to rid of any dark magic. I huffed bringing forth my mind walls to block any dark magic. I open my eyes glaring at the forest. I am strong. I am the daughter of Galadriel and Celeborn. Unfortunately, I proved to be stronger than my sister and I should continue to prove to be stronger than this black magic. I stood up, "I've came to the conclusion."

I didn't think this through. I pet one of Beorn's horse's mane. It neighed shaking its head to get rid of my hand. I huffed whispering, "Fine mellon nin. I won't pet your mane anymore."

A set of eyes been boring into my person since we set off from Beorn's. I know who it could be. I don't want it to be him. I don't want him to approach me. I've been avoiding him since the night he went after me. A couple days ago I walked up to Gandalf and gave him my answer which he was glad. I am sure he had some suspicion as I wasn't all gun-ho about this quest. I know the outcome and I don't want to get close to anyone here and find out the worst. I stopped the horse behind the young princes' horses. Each dwarf, hobbit and wizard hopped off their ponies and horse. I stared into the forest and felt a familiar burn to my shoulder. I bit my lip. I was about to pull on the reins till someone grabbed the saddle. A thick accent fled my mind quietly, "Where do ye think ye goin'?"

I looked down seeing the dwarf that I have been avoiding. I spoke quietly, "I... I just realized I left something at my home."

His grip didn't loosen. He frowned whispering harshly, "Ye haven't been home in years. Where are ye actually goin'?"

I winced as the scar started to burn more. His eyes caught the slightest flinch. With his free hand, he held it out for me, "Come down."

I felt warmth inside. I must resist. I shook my head looking at the company who are busy with their packs and speaking with Gandalf. I looked down, "Just... just let me go, please."

His frown went deeper. His free hand grabbed the closest hand on the reign which was my left and pulled on it hard. I let out a gasp and instantly reacted by letting go with my other hand to grab my shoulder. The scar is burning immensely. I slid off the saddle landing on him. I never doubted dwarf sturdiness till now. He teetered but didn't fall. He had to take a few steps to readjust his and now my weight. My legs are bent on the ground as his hands held me up by my arms. I looked at the dwarf and I regret that decision. I instantly looked away pulling myself up by my feet. I was about to go to my full height but his hand never let go and made sure it was closer to the ground. His free hand swatted my hand away peeling it away from the scar. His thick fingers lightly traced the scar through the fabric. I felt my shoulder relax at his touch and the pain leaving slowly. I looked back at him slowly confused. His eyes seemed to never left my face. I studied his face taking in those brown eyes. They have a hint of green hidden in the mist. I could feel my heart beat against my rib cage. Warmth flowing through each of my finger tips and toes. My eyes instantly dropped down to his lips. They looks soft despite his rough nature. The hairs of his mustache tickle the top of his lip. A little voice caught both of our attentions, "Uhm... we are ready...? Am I interrupting something?"

I instantly pulled away with my reflexes. His eyes followed my movement as I dusted the imaginary dirt off. I looked over at Bilbo with a smile, "Right. Let's head into this forest, shall we?"

I turned grabbing my pack swinging over my shoulder walking past the hobbit. Bilbo looked over at Dwalin. Dwalin grunted pushing past Bilbo making the poor hobbit teeter with his arms out to balance himself. Dwalin grunted, "You speak none of this."

Bilbo turned around watching the brute of a dwarf and tall woman walk away from each other by going other sides of the company. Dwalin went over to Thorin and Balin while the woman went over to Ori, Fili and Kili. Bilbo knitted his brows in confusion whispering, "What is going on...?"