Fili found Maia sitting on the bench near a garden, contemplating to herself. He frowned, disturbed by her gloomy state. He would have expected some trauma, but not...misery. Swallowing, fingering his soaked hair nervously, he approached her. "I did not expect to find you here," he said.

Maia's head snapped up and blinked when seeing Fili. He smirked and held up his arms. "Not to worry. I made sure I was decent before I announced myself."

"Yeah, I can see that," said Maia, nodding. She couldn't deny how his damp tunic and trouser clung to his muscular frame, his long mane soaked in darkened, wavy strands around the shoulder with the exception of a few strands sticking to his left cheekbone, and sly yet sheepish expression looked attractive-no, beautiful-in the golden rays of the sunset. Plenty of unbidden images ran invaded her mind, enough to make her face heat up and bone tingle. She straightened up and blinked, glancing away.

He honestly looked like a younger, more carefree version of Thorin. The very thought of his uncle, who was just here not ten minutes ago, dampened her mood further. His words still echoed in her mind like a curse.

"Just as it is forbidden for our language to be shared, it is also unlawful for a dwarf to mate with another race, whether it be human or, Mahal forbid, an elf. Keep in mind that those who double-cross such rules will be faced with consequences, Maia Dainson, if you truly care about Fili."

She knew. She knew what Thorin was trying to say, however harsh it sounded. In a way, she had been close to agreeing with him when remaining true to her resolve in trying to get she, her brother, and sister home. It shocked her after learning what Thorin mentioned about dwarves sticking to their race and customs. She even remembered Gandalf's speech about Dwarves and the unwavering and secretive pride in the culture. She already figured that their race was strict with their traditions, but it didn't occur to her that it was restricted under law.

And besides that, Fili was a prince. Of course she expected that there would be some planned future arrangements for him when they succeeded in taking back the kingdom. She wasn't stupid.

But why...why did it make her so sick to her stomach...to know that she was further away from Fili than she had originally thought?

Fili squinted at her, as he slowly approached her. "Are you alright?" he asked, softly. "You look pale."

Dwarves can only mate dwarves.

"Fine." Maia shrugged, forcing a smirk as she met his gaze briefly. "Seeing a bunch of naked dwarves was definitely not on my 'to-do' list, but y'all are lucky that you've been working out a lot," she added, feeling her cheeks heat up when recalling the incident. "Kyle must be traumatized."

There was a brief, awkward pause. Only the chirping birds and running waters was heard.

Expression unreadable, Fili chose that moment and sat next to her, watching her carefully. Neutral faced, she glanced down to avoid those blue eyes fixed on her face. "You honestly do not have the look of someone who has just seen such crude indecency," he told her, concern lacing his tone. Her eyes remained in her lap where her hands folded, fingers twitching. "Tell me the truth. What is really going on?"

When Maia didn't answer, Fili glanced at his own folded hands. "We haven't really spoken since last night," he murmured quietly.

Maia pressed her lips together, staring at the setting sun ahead of them. Might as well get this over with. "Well...I ran into Thorin," she said calmly.

"Thorin?" Fili looked at her.

"He and I...had a little chat."

"About what?" Fili pressed, fully facing her now. He was frowning, trying to meet her gaze. "What did he say now?"

Maia took a deep breath, expression becoming grave. "Fili, what are we doing?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, what's going on between us?" Maia stood up suddenly and face him, Fili looking up at her in confusion. "What happened last night? What happened to us talking without feeling awkward about it? We were friends, had no problem with that, and then suddenly...last night...and then Thorin going going all Papa Bear on me..."

"What are you saying?" pressed Fili. "Did you not mean what you said?"

"What are you-no!" Then she shook her head quickly, grimacing. "I mean, yes! Of course I meant it!"

"You told me you had to think! Is this you thinking now?" Fili stood up, causing Maia to back up a step from the intense hurt now growing in his expression. "Are you regretting anything that happened between us?" he demanded.

"Don't pressure me, okay?" Her voiced cracked.

"Why not? It's a simple question."

Maia scoffed in disbelief. "That's funny coming from you, because I would think you'd have more regrets than I would!" she pointed out.

Fili looked confused. "Maia, you are not making any sense-"

"Thorin!" she said loudly. "You want know what he said to me? Not only does he think I don't take anything seriously, but did you know that whatever feelings we share won't matter?!" Seeing Fili's confusion grow, Maia only growled in frustration. "Your laws, Fili! Ring a bell?"

Then it began to dawn on him. "He told you, then?"

"About the part where you're only allowed to marry one of your own, especially because you're royalty? Yeah, he did," snapped Maia, her voice cracking when saying the dreaded truth aloud. "So it turns out that there's just one more reason why our kiss last night was a mistake!" Fili's eyes widen with hurt at that….and then narrowed dangerously, but Maia didn't notice. "You just had to lead me on! You just had to let me kiss you! You just had to let me hope, even for just a tiny bit, that I can….and that we could actually….UGH!" Maia groaned loudly, her hands shooting up to grab the sides of her head as she turned around to stomp away.

Then a strong hand grabbed her elbow and yanked her back around with a gasp. Soon Maia found that she was being pulled by Fili as he marched them out of the pavilion and deep into the flowery gardens.

"Hey, let go of me! Let go!" she gritted at him, as she struggled. She tried to break free, but his large hand was like an unbreakable restraint. But his skin contact was undeniably blazing and vibrating against her wrist, weakening her struggles drastically, even in her anger and slight nervousness at what he was doing.

When they found a small clearing surrounded by flowers, under the shade of one of the Rivendell statues nearby a running stream, Fili finally stopped and faced Maia, yanking her so close in a grip that could break her arm, until her face was inches from his own. His sapphire eyes were blazing with heated anger and passion as his teeth bared. For one scary moment, Maia thought she was looking at Thorin….but her heart was pounded uncontrollably with various emotions that ranged between fear, anger, and excitement.

"Mistake?" Fili growled, his hot breath steaming hers. Before she knew it, his lips were on hers, which had been slightly parted from loss of words.

Maia made a sound of surprise, but when his tongue slipped into her mouth, she responded immediately. Lips moving almost violently with his own, feeling his beard ticking her chin, her arms and legs melted into jelly as she leaned against him, her free arm automatically wrapping around his neck and gripped his long, wet mane in her tight fist. His own arms wrapped around her torso, one hand finding her ponytail and pulled it free until her carmel hair came tumbling down like a sun-rippled waterfall.

Maia gasped in his mouth when his other arm tightened as he practically lifted her and lowered her into the soiled bed, his lips still biting and licking at hers, his own panting hot against her face. Using his elbows for support, he cupped her face as he moved his tongue in swirls around her cavern, taunting her, making Maia whimper in pleasure and need as her own reacted. Her hands tightened in his hair and on his broad, shifting back.

"Mistake?" he gasped again in a gravelly voice in between their wet kisses. He sounded so different that his usual honey-soft voice. "Does….this….feel….like a mistake?" He bit her lip, making her gasp.

When she tugged him closer with surprising strength, his chest pressed tightly against her own. The bulge in in crotch began to press between her legs, grinding slowly, but enough for Maia to arch her back and meet its flaming pressure. Her arousal beneath her dress began tingling strongly, dripping in response. Nervousness spiked through her, but the pleasure of it overwhelmed whatever fear she felt.

It wasn't as if she hadn't been touched before in her previous relationship (though it could never compare to Fili's touch now), but...was she really ready to "do it" here and now, with Fili? Was he?

Opening her eyes, she found Fili's, which were so heavy with lust that her whole body felt weak and breathless. He then began laying kisses around her face, his wet lips leaving trailing across her lips, her chin, her cheeks, and down along her jaw to her exposed neck. Her skin sparked from his touch, his nose skimming the base of her throat. One of his hands had moved to lay upon her shifting hip, his large palm hot and consuming.

Whatever logical thought Maia picked at breezed away at the back of her mind while lost in the pleasure of his kisses. She closed her eyes and moaned softly.

Atter a few full minutes of hot sensation, they finally gasped for air and both smiled, bubbling with chuckles. Maia felt her face heat up bashfully under his heated sapphire gaze, so intense with want and adoration that she felt light with happiness.

"We're in trouble, aren't we?" she murmured, thinking of Thorin and the others...including her kid siblings.

He rested his forehead against hers. "Aye, we are," agreed Fili, his look matching hers. He then shifted forward and pressed his lips with her own, tasting her sweetness.

"Think we need to...rejoin the others….before they start looking for us…." sighed Maia, still catches his taunting kisses, but moaned with Fili nibbled her bottom lip to shut her up.

"Later," he whispered, before slipped his tongue back into her mouth and pressing her back into the soil. Nobody was taking her from him now, he thought fiercely. Not his kin, not hers. Right now, he had her to himself.

"….Can you really leap in trees?"

Lori's voice. They both froze and broke from their kiss, staring wide-eyed at one another, breathing heavily.

"Oh, God," whispered Maia.

"Travel by branch is but a stroll in the wild," replied a smooth, but musical voice of a male. "There are all sorts of things that I have climbed, hìna."

"Can you climb them and I can still ride you?" Lori had squeaked.

"Uh, pardon me, my lord, but before you answer that…..but I'm almost certain her brother and sister would murder me if I let her take such high risks alone!" Bilbo's nervous voice had cut in. The elf let out a merry laugh, while Lori groaned, "Aww, Bilbo…."

They seemed very close by. And here were Maia and Fili lying under a branch of flowers in an intimate position, clothes and hair ruffled with lips still swollen from their kisses. If they were seen….if Lori saw them….and she started talking and asking questions, which would quickly reach their brother and the dwarves...

Oh, hell no! The thought alone horrified Maia as she started to struggle upright. "Get up, get up, get up," she hissed frantically, pushing Fili off of her. Then she grabbed his head when he was about to sit up. "Wait, no! Keep your head down!" she breathed.

Fili looked like he was trying to stay calm. "Maybe they'll leave," he whispered. They won't know-"

"What is it, Glori?" asked Lori curiously.

There was a deep chuckle. "We may not be alone, winimo."

"What do you mean….?"

Fili groaned. "Damn elf hearing!" he hissed under his breath.

"Shhh," Maia shushed him, while laying flat on her back. As they listened to the exchanges for a little while, the voices became slightly muffled from the distance, she listened and whispered up to Fili, "Do you see 'em?"

"Nay," whispered Fili, peering up past the tall flower bushes. "Nothing. I think they're gone." He then groaned softly and dropped his head. "Why should this have to be a secret?" he groaned.

"Fili, even I know why," said Maia, cupping his cheek as her gray eyes sparkled with compassion. "And as much as I hate to spoil the mood further, we can't just forget about how complicated this all is. Besides, I still don't know where we stand, and I'd rather figure it out myself than let someone else force it. You know what I mean?"

Fili sighed and nodded reluctantly. "Perhaps I was too forward," he admitted, but Maia shook her head, smiling.

"It was long overdue, I think," she told him. Fill laughed at that.

Finally they both slowly stood up from the gardens, Fili pulling Maia to her feet before swiping the dirt off their clothes.

"Perhaps a new dress is in order," Fili gestured toward her skirts.

Maia sighed and made a sound of agreement. Maybe first she should look for Lori and then-

"Maia? Fili?" a child's voice squeaked nearby, making both the young woman and dwarf stiffen in shock.

Speaking of whom….

"Lori! Heeeeey!" Maia whipped around and found her baby sister on the shoulders of a tall, golden-haired elf. Standing next to him was Bilbo, who had a stunned look on his face. "What's up?"

"Whatcha doing?" asked Lori innocently. Bilbo's mouth opened and closed repeatedly, while the elf just chuckled in amusement. The smile on his handsome face seemed to contrast with the normally passive expressions of most other elves.

"Oh, uh-we-we were just, uh-" Red-faced, Maia stuttered much like Bilbo did, lost for words, and turned to Fili for help, who looked almost as lost she did.

Fortunately, Fili regained his composure within a blink of an eye, before flashing a merry smile toward Lori, "Training."

Maia gave him a deadpanned look. That was the best he could come up with?

"Really? What kind of training?"

Yeah, Fili, training of what? The art of seduction? She raised an eyebrow.

"Wrestling." Fill winked. "I won, of course."

Both Bilbo and Maia made a choking noise at the same time, while the golden-haired elf burst into laughter. Lori just looked confused.

Then she said hopefully, "Can we wrestle, too, Fili?"

Fili didn't answer that right away, and the elf's laughter just increased to tears, which was a strange sight. Bilbo just groaned aloud, facing the sky in exasperation.

Good. Lord! Maia slapped a hand over her eyes, cheeks blazing with embarrassment. At least it wasn't as bad as walking in on a fountain full of naked dwarves.

Evening had come quickly. The moon had risen and the torches were lit. The scent of wood fire drifted from the cluster of the divine elven city, followed by an uproar of laughter and chattering.

The dwarves were gathered around in their room, seated in various areas in high and low, pillows, blankets, and hide spread everywhere. Few were snapping apart fancy chair legs like they would wooden pencils and tossed them casually into the fire that currently lit the center of the room. The heavy, delicious smell of bacon and sausages filled the air, making all mouths water and stomachs rumble.

As much as the hospitality the elves provided were no less than luxurious, the dwarven bunch were growing severely tired of acting as vegetarians. Kyle couldn't agree more. He was from Texas, and Texas thrived on barbecue.

He was sure his sisters would agree. He wondered where they disappeared to, anyway. He hadn't seen Lori since before he and Maia started training, or Bilbo, and he hadn't seen Maia since that fountain-bath incident. Ugh. Kyle still shuddered in horror and humiliation just thinking about it.

How the dwarves could walk out of that without shame (maybe except Ori) left him astonished. Kyle almost envied their boldness. Almost.

From now on, he was going to think twice before deciding that splashing in the nude in public was considered a worthwhile experience to endure.

"I can't believe that happened!" grumbled Kyle, staring sullenly at the fire. "You guys just had bathe in a public fountain and make it look fun! Might as well be shouting, 'Hey, look at me, I'm splashing around in your million-dollar, golden fountain butt-naked! It's fine, as long your annoying big sister doesn't walk around the corner to a dozen dicks in plain sight! Other than that, no biggie!'"

The dwarves snapped apart the legs of chairs around him and tossed them into the hearth, while the sulking boy didn't even blink. "You did the same thing," Nori pointed out, smoking his pipe. "It's not like you didn't do it."

Kyle threw down his hands. "Hey, Dwalin started it!" he pointed at the big dwarf snapping a huge chunk of oaken chair wood.

"Dori! Here, take that." Dwalin tossed the said dwarf another and then turned to glare at Kyle. "Who's done the startin'? Yer the one who made the rash decision...then again, I now know the way to make a lad like ye tick!"

"Hey! Making fun of my dick twice is not gonna work!" retorted Kyle, red-faced, while the other dwarves sniggered.

"Oh, yer right...but thrice is a charm!" The dwarves burst out in an uproar of laughter. Kyle slumped and buried his head back under his arms and legs.

"You guys are such assholes," he mumbled.

When the laughter died down, Bofur eyed the sausage in his hands, then his younger brother seated casually on a bench, barely containing his weight. Smirking with a glint of mischief in his eye, Bofur announced, "Bombur!" and tossed his the sausage. Out of reflex, Bombur caught the sausage between his fingers.

There was a creak, from the tad of extra weight. Bombur's eyes widened. So did Kyle's. The bench snapped, and Bombur cried out as he went crashing on the ground, along with his food, rolling like a turtle. There was an uproar of laughter. Bofur was laughing so hard that he clutched his chest and rolled over. Even Kyle was laughing, his head knocking against his knee as tears appeared in his eyes.

Man, he was going to miss these guys!

"Oi, lassies! Over here!" called Gloin, waving his arm over.

Kyle looked over his shoulder to see Maia and Lori enter the room. Lori scampered ahead excitedly, wearing her pajamas as she plopped down in between Kyle and Bofur, already diving for the plate of sausages with a wide smile. Maia had also changed into her sweatpants and T-shirt, her hair pulled back into a loose ponytail. When their eyes caught, Kyle cringed and looked away, feeling his face heat up in embarrassment.

Behind him, Maia cleared her throat uncomfortably and managed, "Hey, y'all! What'd we miss?"

"Well, don't be shy, lass! Join us!"

"Aye!"

"Have a pièce and eat!"

"Who knows a good song?"

"I wanna sing something!" exclaimed Lori, while Kyle quickly blurted out, "God, no! Don't let her sing! She'll never stop!"

Behind her, while everyone's attention was turned to her, a figure slipped past her from behind unnoticed. Kili smiled, his pipe smoking in his mouth, when Fili silently sat next to him casually. The golden-haired dwarf pulled out his pipe and tobacco.

Though his face was kept carefully neutral, Kili noticed the twinkling in his brother's eyes and the slight flush in his cheeks. The brunette's eyes flickered over to Maia, who had finally sat down between her brother and sister, the dwarves laughing and teasing at her awkward expression from recalling the earlier incident, and chuckled mirthfully to himself.

Nothing more needed to be said. Not until later.

Bilbo watched them all from the staircase above and sighed. As much fun as it looked, he didn't feel like joining. He was thinking about what Elrond told him and seriously considered taking up on the offer. He was wandering around the balcony when he heard Gandalf's voice from below. He spotted the wizard walking with the mentioned High Elf across a bridge below.

"Of course I was going to tell you," the wizard told the elf defensively. "I was waiting for this very chance. And really, I think you can trust that I know what I am doing."

"Do you?" questioned Elrond. "That dragon has slept for 60 years. What would happen if your plan should fail, if you wake that beast?"

"What if we succeed? If the Dwarves take back the mountain, our defenses in the east will be strengthened."

"It is a dangerous move, Gandalf."

Bilbo felt a presence stirred behind. Looking over his shoulder, he nearly jumped when seeing Thorin, his hands folded and his expression in quiet awareness. He too was eavesdropping on the conversation.

"It is also dangerous to do nothing," said Gandalf, exasperatedly. "Oh, come, the throne of Erebor is Thorin's birthright. What is it you fear?"

"Have you forgotten?" Elrond came closer to Gandalf, his voice quieting slightly, but not by much. "A strain of madness runs deep in that family. His grandfather lost his mind. His father succumbed to the same sickness. Can you swear Thorin Oakenshield will not also fall?"

Behind Bilbo, Thorin looked away to hide the growing sadness and fear that haunted his eyes. He remembered all too well of the madness his grandfather had fallen under. The madness that had led to his death and his family's ruin. But that elf was wrong! He vowed that he would not fall under the sickness. Nor would his nephews. He would take back the Lonely Mountain….find the Arkenstone….

"Gandalf, these decisions do not rest with us alone," continued Elrond, unaware that the dwarf king and hobbit were listening from afar. "It is not up to you or me to redraw the map of Middle-earth."

"With or without our help, these Dwarves will march on the mountain," said Gandalf, as they walked up the steps toward the pavilion. "They're determined to reclaim their homeland. I do not believe Thorin Oakenshield fells that he is answerable to anyone. Nor, for that matter, am I."

"It is not me you must answer to." Elrond gestured his head, in which Gandalf followed his gaze.

Perched at the edge of the pavilion, surrounded by the midnight blue of the night sky shrouded in silver moonlight, stood a tall, striking figure, who slowly turned with the grace of a spirit. Adorned in a long, flowing aqua blue dress applied with wavy lines of silk and crystal shimmering like rivulets of water, her long golden hair wavy and flowing in ripples, luminous like her smooth white skin, the air seemed to lift with warm vibration of power, despite the she-elf's ethereal appearance. From around her head glittered her silver woven diadem, like stars bound to her brow, the expression on her beautiful, delicate features passive. Her blue eyes seemed to darken and lighten like the ages of time, unreadable and all-knowing.

"Lady Galadriel," said Gandalf.

"Mithrandir," her voice was clear and musical, but deep.

Then she spoke in Quenya. "It has been a long time."

"Age may have changed me," replied Gandalf in similar tongue, gracious ally bowing his head with a smile, "but not so the Lady of Lorien."

A smile graced the Lady's face, her eyes sparkling with acknowledgment.

"I had no idea Lord Elrond has sent for you," said Gandalf, turning to Elrond in question.

"He didn't." Gandalf stiffened at the other deep, elderly voice. "I did."

Closing his eyes for a brief moment, Gandalf turned around and forced a smile before bowing to the white wizard.

"Ah. Saruman."

"You've been busy of late, my old friend," said Saruman.

"Sing the song, Kyle!" Maia insisted, nudging her brother firmly.

"No!"

"Sing it, Sparky! Sing it!" Lori was bouncing on her knees, shaking his shoulder pleadingly. Kyle shook his head stubbornly.

"Nope! Nuh-uh!"

"What's the matter, lad?" spoke Dwalin in a gruff, challenging jest. "Afraid ye'll sing like a pretty l'il girl?"

Kyle whipped his head at the large dwarf, gaping. "The hell?!"

"Come on, Master Kyle," said Bofur aloud, "show us your tune! Sing yer heart out!"

The dwarves were shouting in agreement, encouragement, and even teasing threats of what a sore loser he was if he didn't….

"OKAY! Okay!" Kyle said loudly, sitting upright. "I'll do it! Geez!" Everyone cheered, while the black-haired teen cleared his throat and blew through his lips when the noise died down. The crackling of the fire split the silence.

Then he began, imitating a deep, croaky, man-voice:

Well, my name it is Samuel Hall, Samuel Hall.

Yes, my name it is Samuel Hall, it is Samuel Hall.
My name it is Samuel Hall an' I hate you, one and all.
An' I hate you, one and all
Damn your eyes.

There were snickers and guffaws. Lori giggled, while Maia smirked, pulling the little girl into her lap and crossing her arms.

I killed a man, they said, so they said.
I killed a man, they said, so they said.
I killed a man, they said an' I smashed in his head.
An' I left him laying dead,
Damn his eyes.

There were a few wide eyes and stutters, along with a few faint chuckles. Kyle picked up the pacs, his foot tapping in rhythm as he sang:

But a-swinging, I must go, I must go.
A-swinging, I must go, I must go.
A-swinging, I must go while you critters down below,
Yell up, "Sam, I told you so."
Well, damn your eyes!

I saw Molly in the crowd, in the crowd.
I saw Molly in the crowd, in the crowd.
I saw Molly in the crowd an' I hollered, right out loud
"Hey there Molly, ain't you proud?
"Damn your eyes."

The music seemed to pick up along with the mood. There were a few bangs of fists, claps of hands, and stomps of feet. The wood banged together like instruments. Maia giggled with Lori as they watched the dwarves pick up the tune with Kyle's song.

Then the Sheriff, he came to, he came to.
Ah, yeah, the Sheriff, he came to, he came to.
The Sheriff, he came to an he said, "Sam, how are you?"
An I said, "Well, Sheriff, how are you?"
"Damn your eyes."

There was laughter. Kyle was struggling himself to not laugh when he sang. He nudged Maia next to him, and the older girl quickly picked up what he wanted.

When the final lines came, she joined in with her brother, her prettier alto-soprano matching his forced baritone in crescendo. Together, they truly sounded like a country-singing duet.

My name is Samuel, Samuel.
My name is Samuel, Samuel.
My name is Samuel, an' I'll see you all in hell.
An' I'll see you all in hell,
Damn your eyes.

When Maia and Kyle had finished singing, there had been an uproar of laughter, while a few of the dwarves had dumfounded expressions at the meaning behind the song, including the swearing and the hanging. Sung by children, no less. Lori was squealing with laughter, while Maia was having a fit with mirthful tears blurring her eyes from hysterics.

That song….Kyle smirked.

He knew that song since he was in preschool. His grandpa had taught it to him, who had once before taught it to his mom and late uncle. It was a classic that Kyle was proud to memorize and give his preschool teacher a near-heart attack.

It also made him sad because a large piece of home was in that song. Singing it only strengthened his will to find his way home, where life could be continuing without him and his sisters, wondering where they were this whole time. But it also made him proud to share that piece of home with this company of dwarves, whom over the weeks had become friends and comrades.

After receiving comments and pats on the back from Bofur, Kyle was helping himself with sausage when a hollow, faint tingling spread through the nerves in his head.

Kyle…..

Dropping his sausage back on his plate, his breath hitched and eyes widened his shock as a heavy whisper touched the back on his brain.

Lori…..

The little girl silenced, her smiled fading from her lips while she blinked her brown eyes in confusion. It felt had though her head filled with air. Or was it water?

Maia….

She jumped, a gasp almost escaping her. Her heart was pounding rapidly, the light of the fire reflecting from her gray-blue eyes.

The older girl had felt her little sister tense in her arms, before a deep, silky voice seemed the touch the base of her brain like a shock of lightning. Tilting her head, she glanced over her shoulder, breath low and rapid, as though willing to trace the source of strangeness that crawled through her nerves like water and air. Existing, but untouchable.

Maia….Kyle….Lori….Dainson….

You're coming to us….determines the fate of all….

Welcome…..

Come….

Come find me….

Hear my voice.

There is much you need to know….for I know who you are….

Children of the Dunèdain.

The song is "Samuel Hall" by Johnny Cash.

Quenya Translations:

hìna = "child"

winimo = "little one" or "baby"