I only own my character. Anything you recognize is not mine. Just saying.


Luna Point of View

We arrive at Dale. Bard rides up to where Thranduil awaits.

Thranduil's eyes shine when he sees me.

"He will give us nothing." Bard says.

"Such a pity. But you tried. I see you did manage to take something though." Thranduil says.

"A pleasure to see you again." I force out.

"Indeed." He says as he narrows his eyes at me.

"I do not understand. Why? Why would he risk war?" Bard asks. Is he serious?

"It is fruitless to reason with them. They understand only one thing." Thranduil draws his sword and stares at it. I roll my eyes.

"Something you wish to say, seer?" Thranduil calls me out as he points his sword at me.

"Yeah. Fuck you. You know nothing of dwarves. Let me go back and I will bring you what you want." I say haughtily.

"You know not what I want." He says as his ride steps closer. I reach into my pocket and pull out the white gem. I hold it out to him. He snatches it and eyes it. His sword drops to his side.

"How did you get this?" He demands. There is a fire in his eyes.

"I took it. I know where they are in the mountain. I could get all of them and bring them back to you. But only if I am returned." I try to bargain.

"No. I fear once you are returned he will not let you out of his sight again." Thranduil speaks.

"I see the jewelry you wear. The clothes you are draped in. Those are the queen's clothes. He has chosen you as his bride." Thranduil looks at me in disgust.

"How you could marry that dwarf I do not know. But I see what we have here. And it is very special indeed." He smirks like he has won. And he has. Sneaking off with Bilbo it is.

We enter Dale and I am set up with the elves. Seems I am not to be trusted by anyone. Bard damn near threw me at the elf guards when they came for me. Thranduil called me seer. Bard didn't take too kindly to that.


That night I am taken to the fancy tent that is Thranduil's.

"Hello Gandalf." I smile at the wizard. He smiles back.

"Luna. Good to see you again. And what interesting clothes you wear. Seems I have missed a lot while gone." He eyes me. I blush.

I tune everything out. Bilbo should be here soon. I will need his help to get out after all.

When he finally does appear I exhale with relief.

"That won't stop them. You think the dwarves will surrender? They won't. They will fight to the death to defend their own." I hear him speak. You go Bilbo.

"Bilbo Baggins!" Gandalf is very pleased to see him.

"If I am not mistaken, this is the halfling who stole the keys to my dungeons from under the nose of my guards." Thranduil says unhappily. I smirk and stifle a giggle.

"Yes. Sorry about that. I came to give you this." Bilbo pulls out the Arkenstone and places it on the table.

"The Heart of the Mountain. The King's Jewel." Thranduil is in awe.

"And worth a king's ransom." Bard adds. He looks at Bilbo.

"How is this yours to give?" Bard asks.

"I took it as my fourteenth share of the treasure." Bilbo says cheekily.

"Why would you do this? You owe us no loyalty." Bard says.

"I'm not doing it for you. I know that dwarves can be obstinate and pigheaded and difficult. And suspicious and secretive with the worst manners you can possibly imagine, but they are also brave and kind and loyal to a fault. I've grown very fond of them, and I would save them if I can. But Thorin values this stone above all else. In exchange for its return, I believe he will give you what you were owed. There will be no need for war. " Bilbo says and I smile broadly. The three of us: Bilbo, Gandalf and I leave the tent to talk.

"Rest up tonight. You must leave on the morrow." Gandalf tells us. Me? Why me?

"What?" Bilbo and I say at the same time.

"Get as far away from here as possible." Gandalf continues.

"I'm not leaving." I say firmly. Bilbo nods in agreement.

"Oh?" Gandalf says curiously.

"You picked me as the fourteenth man. I'm not about to leave the company now." Bilbo stands firm.

"And I am engaged to Thorin. You can't make me leave." I add.

"There is no company, not any more. And I don't like to think what Thorin would do when he finds out what you've done." Gandalf says.

"I'm not afraid of Thorin." Bilbo says.

"Well, you should be. Don't underestimate the evil of gold. Gold over which a serpent had long brooded. Dragon sickness seeps into the hearts of all who came to this mountain. Almost all." Gandalf speaks wisely.

"If I can be there with Bilbo when it is found out what has happened, maybe I can calm him. I need to get back to the mountain though." I try. Gandalf seems to ponder this.

"Perhaps we could try that." He says.

"I know he will be alright Gandalf. I am just not sure how." I say. He looks at me.

"You have seen this?" He asks. I nod.

"Then you go back." I nod. Me and Bilbo end up rooming together. It is easy to sneak out and away that night. Alfrid is dumb and wants nothing to do with us. So we make our way back to the mountain. I watch as Bilbo climbs the rope up and try to mimic his moves. It seems easy but really isn't.

But I make it. I look up at the sky. I send a prayer up that I can save the line of Durin.