Vampire knight, Kingdom hearts, or a Samurai Champloo crossover is next. which ever one is finished first because i have to re-read Vampire knight and Replay The kingdom hearts series, even then i have to choose where to start, and pick who to pair her with in Samurai Champloo.

The Hobbit

It had been a little over two thousand years since she had last seen the sky. She was not allowed outside of the kingdom much, which she understood after what had happened to her mother of this life.

After her mother was killed by Orc's, her Father had become paranoid with her and her elder twin Legolas. He trained both his children in the art of war and tactics, more so Legolas then Siladhiel, as he wanted his daughter safe. His daughter that looked so much like his late wife and brought light into the darkening woodland realm. As the woods grew sicker and darker as years passed, so did Thranduil's paranoia about his daughters safety, thus lessening her already short trip's outside to none existent by the time she was five hundred years old.

Siladhiel had her fathers Silver blond hair, along with his bright blue eye's, his cheekbones and ears, yet had her mother's small nose, heart shaped face, lips, and smile. She was gentle and kind, loved her family more then anything, smart and talented with the blade.

When the king had found out his darling daughter could perform Magic, that even he did not know of, he had been ecstatic and worried all the same. What would happen if someone should learn of what she could do? What if they came after her? She had been blessed by the Valar, given the gift of magic that had not been seen since the first age! His daughter was both beautiful and powerful, what if Elrond wanted to marry one of his ruffian son's off to her? No. No, that could not be allowed, no one was good enough for his little girl. So his solution was to keep it secret, decreeing to his people to not tell another soul about what she could do.

Not many outsiders were able to catch a glimps of the princess, hearing tales of the beauty but never seeing. Gandalf had caught her figure as she turned into a corridor once, and he had heard her voice once or twice, but that was all. She had started to wear a veil over herself at all hours, at her fathers insistence, which let her see but not let anyone else see her. It was a silvery white, reached her hips, and has rounded triangle trim. All that was seen were her lips.

He had been conflicted on restraining Siladhiel so much, when Legolas was practically free to do as he wished. Both were trained, yet it was only Legolas he allowed outside into the woods, to join the guards and patrol's, to test his skills against the spiders and intruders. He had feared that his daughter would resent him, and he knew she could take care of herself just as well as Legolas could, but he couldn't loose her.

"Do you resent me, my daughter?" he had asked one day. It was one of the days where his paranoia went irrational and got the best of him since Elrond was coming for a visit. But thats not what promoted it, it was the fact that he was bringing his sons and Glorfindel as well. He had met the Balrog slayer a few times, and he admitted that the man was handsome...perhaps even handsome enough to try and woo his daughter.

Thus he had ordered for her to stay by his side for the rest of the week.

They were waiting for Legolas to arrive with their guests, and he dreaded the answer he would receive from Siladhiel.

"...'Resent you', father?" she questioned softly. When he nodded she tilted her head, curious as to what he asked her. "Father, why would I ever resent you?" she questioned.

"For restraining you as I do. For keeping you from the woods when you long to walk among them. I have seen it in your eye's, Siladhiel, you cannot fool your father." he said when he saw her about to deny it. "I see the way you stare at the gates, how you listen in on the tales the sentry's tell their friends, the way you are filled with wistful longing when Legolas brings you small presents from the meadows beyond our land, the longing to know what the sun feels like upon your skin." he frown slightly, watching her body language as he spoke, brows furrowing in sadness. "...I see the same spark for freedom in your eye's as I did your mother's." he turns to her with a regretful expression, "but I keep you locked away from it all, away from the world when I allow your brother to walk it."

It was silent for a while as Thranduil waited, and when Siladhiel gently grasped his hand in her's he looked and saw her smile at him. "It is alright, father. I know you do it out of love, I know you only want me safe so you do not lose me like you did mother." she stated, squeezing his hand in reassurance. "I do envy Legolas and the other elves once in a while, but it passes quickly when I know how worried you would be if I ever went out beyond the walls, despite being guarded heavily. I do not want to worry you, not for any reason, especially for something as silly as going out to touch a tree. You are a king, you need your focus on our people, and you already worry enough because of my magic." she took a step forward and hugged her father, "I will always love you, Ada, no matter your decision. You and Legolas may lock me away in the deepest room, away from everything, and I will still love you both."

With that reassurance, the king was able to relax slightly, knowing that his daughter did not hate or resent him. Legolas had no problem with how overprotective their father was with his sister, he himself was very glad to know that Siladhiel was safe.

He was especially grateful for veil she wore at all times, knowing all too well that quite a few males were enchanted by her despite seeing naught but her lips.

Lord Glorfindel was no exception to this, peeving both king and prince to no end.

Years passed and Siladhiel was content in her home, despite longing for the outside, she made due with her memories of untainted air, blue sky's and the memory of the sun on her skin. She had not found a suitable partner in this life so far, due to her current fathers behavior. She was fine with that, she's had thousands of lover's over her lives, and she remembered each and everyone of them fondly, still loving each one.

Her last lover had been a demigod, a Greek one, and was the son of Poseidon while she herself was the son of Zeus. The gods had been in a fit when they learned that Perseus Jackson and Alastor Heart were in a relationship despite their father's animosity towards one another.

Well, except for Aphrodite, she had been cackling and boasting on how love was so powerful that it brought the sky and sea together.

So the fact that Glorfindel was the only person who she spoke to outside her family, a male who had experienced death and was brought back, made her more then a little interested in the slayer. She admitted that she did find the elf handsome, add to the fact that he was no mere boy and could relate to her old soul more then the rest of the pubescent boy's around her made Siladhiel seek him out herself.

They exchanged letters as often as they could, enjoying the small talks and presents exchanged.

And then one day her father had gone with an army to Erebor, for he had gotten an urgent message that a fire drake had come down from the North, destroying Dale in it's wake to claim the gold.

She had wanted to go, to destroy the beast that made her father pale and lose hold on his illusion, revealing his scarred face for a moment, as memories of fire consumed him while ordering them to be ready. She had been enraged after the messenger left, leaving her dearest father to have a panic attack, clutching his chest in crippling fear.

Yet she held her tongue. Suggesting to go would only make her father fear for her life, so she settled with comforting her father and assuring him that she and Legolas would be staying behind, where it was safe and away from dragon fire.

As she and Legolas waved goodbye as their father left through the gates, Siladhiel was silently casting protective shields from dragon fire among the soldiers. A baby dragon as young as that was no match for her millenniums of experience and practice. Luckily for it, she had mellowed a bit after her first millennium, became more in tune with her...'gentle' (i.e. she cares a little more about innocent lives, not by much, but she was more willing to help people given they gave her a reason that wasn't annoying or stupid, she also now gives a bit of a warning while smiling gently at people before torturing/brutally murdering them) side inherited from Emiko.

Turns out it wasn't necessary as her father had come back not even by the end of the week. He had deemed not wanting to subject his men to the nightmare he himself had at the hands of a drake, thus withdrew his troops and headed home. He had felt slightly guilty, because he had seen Thorin waving at him for help, but pushed it away as his people had already dealt with a drake before, resulting in quite a number of his people returning to the west. Not to mention he had warned the dwarves that this would happen if they kept digging, he had the small hope that they would have listened this time when he reminded them of the beast they released when they dug too deep in Moria.

The relationship between elves and dwarves soured even more after that.

Not that Thranduil was very concerned, he was still holding a grudge against them for never returning the necklace he had commissioned.

Decades past after smauge appeared, life went on with Legolas and her father showering her with flowers and books from the outside. The king stag, her fathers companion since he was but a boy, had even gifted her with a pure white stag of her own. Seeing as she could not go out to ride him, she had taken to riding him around the halls. She sparred with her twin, bonded with her father more, kept an eye on the red haired she-elf her brother seemed interested in, and generally planned out the celebrations.

Until one day, when her people were out and being merry, they were interrupted from what she heard. By dwarves.

A group of them.

She was surprised by this news, by what she knew dwarves never came near Mirkwood. They would go out of their way to take the long way round then go through, even if it was the faster route.

Siladhiel was...curious. She had never encountered or even seen a dwarf form this world yet, and she wondered if they looked and acted the same as some of the ones from her other lives. They were probably vastly different, as the Goblins here did not wear clothes nor manage banks, nor are there any dark elf that wasn't an orc, so she wondered what these dwarfs would be like if she met them.

It was not long after that her brother captured them, bringing Thorin to her father while the rest of the guard put the rest of them in cells. She did not bother to see what her father wanted from the dwarf, 'twas not her business after all, so she sneaked into the dungeon to get a peek at them. She saw the guards shoving twelve dwarves into different cells. Waiting until the coast was cleared, Siladhiel crept up to the cell she saw a dwarf with the main of a lion go into, mentally chuckling at the disappointed noise when one of the guards found a hidden knife on his person.

They all seemed to be trying to break down the doors, making her smirked in amusement as these cells were made from their strongest metal's they had. Hm, should I wait for them to stop? She thought while watching one dwarf bite the bars. Probably not, this could go on forever. So with that decided she to go up to the fair haired male, stopping him from headbutting the cell bars in the process. In fact the dwarf had opened his mouth, no doubt to throw an insult her way, but stopped when he got a look at her in bewilderment.

Or rather, at the veil shielding her face from his view.

"Hm, so you are a dwarf." she muttered while kneeling down to get a better look at him. He had two braids hanging from his mustache, a nicely trimmed beard, a few more braids in his hair, blue eyes, laugh lines, and was rather muscular. It had been some time since she had seen facial hair, or any kind of rough-ish trait in any male. Elves were made to be beautiful, more delicate looking so they would never have facial hair, which were a fairly attractive trait for her. "I've never seen your kind before."

"Come to make fun of me have you?" he replied, snapping out of his bewilderment and glaring at her. "you pointy eared bastards must be getting a kick out of this."

She chuckled, "I was not the one about to try and bite my way through a metal bar." at this the dwarf blushed slightly in embarrassment that someone had actually seen that. "no, I am not here to make fun of your situation, I am here to ask you a few questions."

He snarled, "Ah? I should have known, sent here to inter-"

"I care not why you were in my father's woods." she interrupted, holding a hand up in a calming manner. "Twas obvious you were passing through and not planning anything malicious towards my kingdom. No, I am questioning you for my own satisfaction."

He furrowed his brows at her, eyes wary, "And what is it you would ask?"

she leaned forward, an excited grin on her face. "The outside." she breathed dreamily, "I want to know what the outside is like, what's beyond the woods, beyond the gate of my home. I want to know the world you have traveled."

"...What."

She nodded, "Yes! I want to know what is out there. What does the sky look like? The tree's and grass? What of the men folk? What do they look like? Are there many of them? Do they all live in the same village, or are they spread out? How many children are they capable of having? Do they age as fast as I've heard?"

The male slightly gaped at the questions being thrown at him. This was not what he was expecting. He had actually expected the elf to try and swindle an answer out of him by the guise of not wanting to know about their quest. "Well-" he started, only to be rolled over by the questions. The elleth had sat down at some point and was leaning forward to the point where the two almost touched noses.

"And you dwarves! Do you all have beards? Why do they all look different? Do they have meanings? How strong are you? Can you grow very tall? Do little baby dwarfs have beards as well? Are you born with them? Do your females actually have beards? Do you actually spring out of holes from the ground because you don't actually have drawf woman? D-"

"Please stop!" he said frantically. He gave a sigh of relief when she did, he took a deep breath and let it out. This was the first time he had ever encountered such a curious and...sheltered elf before. She seemed to be so sheltered that she had never even seen the sky, let alone a tree- which said a lot seeing as she lived here.

He had no idea how to deal with this.

He had saw Kili talking with a red-haired elf moments before this one had come to him. His brother seemed fine, a little suspicious on how fine he was, but if Kili could do this then he could as well.

"Oh," she said, gaining his attention and seeing her head turned towards the red-haired elf that Kili was talking to earlier. Said elf had froze in her step's, staring wide-eyed at the covered woman, before snapping out of it and bowing lowly at her. "Hm, I did not think the guards would be back so soon. In fact, I know it to be so, which leads me the question as to what leads you down here?"

"N-Nothing my lady. Just doing some rounds is all." she answered, eyes flickering to the dwarf and shifting slightly. "My lady, if I may be so bold, what is it you are doing down here? King Thranduil will nor Prince Legolas will be pleased to learn you are down here without your escort's and guards."

"Nh, you are being very bold Taruiel." she answered while standing up and dusting off her dress. "What I do down here is no business of yours, nor do I appreciate being lied to. You obviously have come down here for another reason. Not for the wines, the festival is not for a few nights, and the listing says that no patrol should happen till a few hours yet..." she mused, tapping a finger to her chin in thought while looking around. "You have come to talk to one of the dwarves as well I presume."

Taruiel bowed her head slightly, as if ashamed to be found out. "Yes, my lady."

Said lady clapped her hands together, "Well then, so long as you do not mention this to father and brother, then I will not say anything as well, yes?"

"O-Of course!"

"good. Now then I think it may actually be time to leave, I am sure father is done with Thorin by now." she mused, then turned towards the silent dwarf. "May I know your name master dwarf?"

"...Fili." he answered after a moment. "And yours?"

She smiled, "Siladhiel." she said with a bow of her head, "Till another day master Fili." and with that the two elves quickly made their way out of the dungeons. Not even a few minutes later the guards came back in with his uncle in tow, apparently having told Thranduil the equivalent to fuck himself.

Well then.

"Sister! There you are, I've been looking for you all morn'." Legolas said, jogging up to Siladhiel and her Stag ("I think I will name you Shikamaru.", "'Shikamaru'? What an odd name.") lazying about in one of the inner courtyards. He saw her twist her head towards him and smiled brightly, making him relax as he stopped next to her.

"Hello brother." she greeted while petting Shikamru's fur. "I've heard quite a commotion earlier, along with the rumor of dwarves being captured and detained in the dungeons. And not just any dwarves either, but the company of Thorin Oakenshield himself."

He nodded, sighing as he sat next to her. It was the only time he could ever take a break, the only time his father really aloud him to relax, because his sister did not like to see them so serious around her person. She said it felt like they were waiting for something to go wrong, thus making her worried which neither father nor son wanted.

"Aye, 'tis Thorin himself that is here. We found them while on the patrol for spiders, he even had the sword of our kin's of old, saying that lord Elrond had given it to him." he scoffed. "He is obviously lying, the little thief."

Siladhiel stopped, tilting her head in thought at his words. "Is that so." she mumbled. "It is lord Elrond that we speak of, he may have just done that. He does not harbor a great hate for dwarves like our people do. It is a very good possibility that he gave the sword to Thorin in good faith."

Legolas furrowed his brows, knowing what his sister said was all too true when it came to Elrond. The elf lord was the kindest of all three leaders, and less likely to try and manipulate you either subtly or bluntly if at all. But still... "That does not mean that a dwarf has the right to our weapons." he muttered. Glancing over at his twin as she giggled. "Come now sister, take off that veil and let me gaze upon your face. I have not seen it in decades."

"...Very well then." she shrugged, lifting her hands up and pulling back the veil enough to uncover her face, leaving it resting on her head. Her blue eye's sparkling as she stared expectantly back at her brother. "Well, there you have it." she gestured, amused.

"I could convince father that that veil is unnecessary. You do not have to cover your face all the time."

She hummed in agreement, "I know I do not. But it put's father at ease."

He frowned, "Siladhiel, it is alright to be selfish once in a while, you've more then earned it since you ask naught for anything."

"...Really..."

He nodded, "you should try and do something for yourself. Be a little rebellious, sneak out for a few moments, run in the halls, annoy the guards or something!"

"I do not think you are suppose to be encouraging these things." she said with a wry grin.

He smirked, "I'm not. But you have followed father to the letter since we were babes, while I was granted leeway for such things. It is your turn to be a rebellious tween for once!"

"Hmmm..." she mused, her brows furrowing in thought while crossing her arms. "well...I...suppose I could not return the books to their rightful places."

Legolas raised an eyebrow at her 'rebellious' act.

"Yes, and I will not wear my slippers, and leave my sewing supply's out in the open, or eat my carrots, crease the pages of the books, a-and I will not let the servants choose my dress, and instead wear my winter attire with the white fur lord Glorfindel sent me!" She gasped out the last part. Her eye's in shock at what she planned. There has only been a hand full of lives where she rebelled against her parents, she barley remembered them, and the one she did remember was more inclined to violent acts against her father Mikael, for treating her brother Niklaus like utter dirt beneath his feet, and her mother Esther for allowing that thing to harm her children that way. So she really didn't know how to rebel that didn't involve using a sword to try and cut off her parents heads, and Thranduil was not an abusive parent, and what she remembered of Kol's way was sleeping around and killing people for fun. Rebekah went on shopping spree's and made Nik pay a ridiculous amount of money for dress's and such, Elijah just ignored it all and read, Finn didn't really rebel, and Henrik was still a child so his idea of being rebellious was putting things in Rebeka's hair and such...not the most reliable of sources, so she was a little stuck.

Legolas just stared at her. Well...It's a start. He thought in amusement. "That's...Good. But I was thinking something...Bigger perhaps." he suggested, chuckling when Siladhiel nodded determinedly. Ah sister, you are so adorable. He thought fondly.

Day's passed after that talk with her brother. She would sneak into the dungeon to talk to Fili anytime she could. There were times she saw a shimmering form of a child sized male walking through the halls and in the dungeon talking to Thorin, it even followed her once when she had made a passing comment to a guard about going to where they were keeping the dwarves things, she had wanted to see the blade that Thorin was gifted. She had raised a brow when no one paid any mind to it, before realizing that no one but her could see him.

How curious.

She had found herself liking Fili as he told her about the outside, along with some of the pranks he and Kili did.

Siladhiel had gotten a warning from Sō'unga that he felt something was coming. He was excited because he had not been used in 2,000 years since she was born here, and her father nor brother knew about the demonic sword that attached itself to her soul. He had encouraged her to pack a bag of supplies and ask for Thorin's sword, which her father gladly gave her as a gift, and when asked why he had answered with:

"I have a feeling that you will need it, Kaname. Something is coming, and it will change your situation should you decide to take it."

She had paused in shock. She had not heard her original name in quite some time, she had not thought herself as the girl with raven haired and black cursed eye's in millennium's. But once out of it, she had decided to take a closer look at the dwarves the next time he went down with Taruiel, what she found was the strings of fate wound around the line of Durin.

A fate of death.

Well, that is not going to happen. She decided with a smirk. She thought it funny that fate was still trying to hide itself from her sight so she wouldn't interfere. She had become fond of the fair dwarf, meaning that she would not allow him to die and fate would just have to deal with it.

It was the night of the starlight festival and Siladhiel had told her father that she did not feel like attending, he had seemed concerned with why, but she quickly said that she felt tired thus letting her be on her way.

"There, that should do it." she muttered as she secured her bag, along with some things she found of the dwarves, onto Shikamaru. She was planning on leaving to prevent Fili's death, and she very well couldn't do that if she was stuck here. "Do you think this is what brother had in mind when he told me to be selfish for once?" she questioned worriedly as she let Shika go into position. He was going to run out the gates when they opened, she was fairly certain that the dwarves were going to try and escape today.

"He had seemed displeased when your earlier suggestions of 'Rebellion' and even I thought it was pathetic." Sō'unga answered.

"Hn...But this will probably hurt father." she mused worriedly. "maybe I should think of something else."

"Do you not want to save the dwarf?"

"Well, yes, I do. He is under my protection, thus meaning fate has no right to try and take whats mine from me."

"Then go. Even your lord father has encouraged you to be a little more selfish over the centuries. Would he not be proud that you are finally doing something for yourself?"

She had to give him that one. Thranduil had been a little worried on how Siladhiel didn't seem to want anything, he had seen how normal daughters always wanted something and put up a fuss over it at least once. So he would ask her if she wanted anything at all. He would give it to her, even if she asked to go outside for once he would let her with a dozen guards, he would be reluctant and only allow a few minutes, but he would do it.

But she never did ask.

He didn't know if that was good, or bad.

"Alright then." she coincided with a shrug leaving to her room to put on her training gear. Her tunic was a bit longer and stopped to her knees in the front and calf at the back, thin chainmail under that which had belonged to her mother, loose sleeves around her forearm, but it was relatively the same as her brother's outfit. She just had metal gauntlets on underneath her sleeves, matching greaves, and a form fitting black leather vest.

While waiting she admitted to herself that Fili was not the main reason she was leaving, it was an excuse to go and slay smauge for causing fear to rise in her father all those years ago. When she had overheard some of the guards talking about the dwarves quest to go and reclaim the mountain, she thought it the perfect opportunity to kill the beast. Her fathers Day of birth was coming up, and what better present then the head of a dragon for him to display in the throne room? Father will have nothing to fear anymore after this. She thought while braiding the front of her hair back and secured it so it wouldn't get in the way, showing her forehead and the mark of a miko from the Higurashi clan. Her mark to be exact.

The moment that she heard the gate open she jumped onto Shika and road out of her home for the first time. She ignored the desire to stop and admire the view, she had a dwarf to find after all, and what better way than to follow the guards.

She arrived in time to see disgusting looking creatures attacking the guards and trying to get to the dwarves. She unsheathed Orcist, sent Shika ahead, and cut down the first creatures she saw. The dwarves seemed to be stuck since the gates were closed, thus she fixed that by kicking the lever and opening it for them, letting the barrels they were in float down the river. She followed, jumping over elves and creatures alike to keep up. Taruiel followed her lead, her eye's seemingly fixed on Kili as they ran.

"Siladhiel!" Legolas shouted once he saw her in shock that his sister was outside fighting, causing Fili to follow his gaze and gap.

"Siladhiel?!" he also yelled at seeing her face for the first time.

"Hullo Brother." she greeted Legolas as she kicked, what she was now sure of, an orc down while stabbing another in the heart. "Hullo Fili, you were right about how the sun feels on your skin. It's very pleasant."

"Sister what are you doing outside?!" Legolas yelled in worry as he made his way to her. "It's not safe and I doubt father approved of this!"

She shrugged, "You told me to be more rebellious."

"This is not what I meant!"

"Yes, well I am already outside. so..." she trailed off, jumping from the edge of the river and onto Fili's barrel. She planted her feet firmly on the edge of it on either side of him, balancing them out by moving her body ever so often. "You were the one who encouraged me!"

"I WAS WRONG! VERY WRONG. GET BACK OVER HERE!"

"Here you go Fili." she said while taking familiar twin swords out of her belt. "found these in our armory."

"DON'T IGNORE ME SILADHIEL!" Legolas yelled, alerting the guards that, yes, the female who did not wear the standard armor of theirs was- in fact- their princess. "AND GET AWAY FROM THAT DWARF!"

Their princess who had never been outside and was fighting orcs...

"BUT I LIKE HIM, HE'S INTERESTING!" She whined. "PLUS HE PROMISED TO SHOW ME INTERESTING SIGHTS!" Along with how to get inside the mountain so I can slay Smauge.

….Their princess...that was going down river...with dwarves...

Dwarves that were trying to go inside of a dragons resting place...

"LADY SILADHIEL!" the elves yelled frantically. They had to get her back, forget about the stupid dwarves, King Thranduil will have their heads if they don't get her back!

Said lady was grinning at a blushing blond dwarf. It's time to see what this world has to offer, Sō'unga.