Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story, all rights go to their rightful owners and partners. I only own my own character and dialog that I write within this story and the the scenes/ and other things I may add. This story follows the timeline of the movies/books, but with the added addition of my character and how she has seen it and from her point of view.

I have done my best with the Elvish/Dwarfish translations throughout the story. I will have the meaning in brackets beside the Elvish text, so you know what she is saying throughout the story. I've also checked and corrected grammar, however, some mistakes may slip through. Other than that, I hope you enjoy!


Sat atop a large rock, I gazed upon the sky above. The stars were bright tonight; the wind was nothing but a steady breeze through the air. Night had not long fallen, and the nocturnal woodland creatures began to come alive. I pull my legs close into my chest, and wrapped my arms around them, interlocking my fingers as the moon shone bright down upon me.

Bustling in the trees behind me caught my ear. I lowered my hand steadily down by my side and grasped my bow, turning quickly and taking position, I was ready for what may come. I narrowed my eyes as the figure emerged from the treeline. I instantly lowered my weapon back down onto the rock in front of me and hopped off.

"You should know not to sneak up on Elves, old friend." I smiled as he came within a few feet of me, lifting his head and peering out from under his pointed hat. He smiled.

"I do apologise." He responded. "Lovely night we're having, wouldn't you say?"

I sat back down on the rock and looked too the sky, "Indeed, I would."

Gandalf sat across from me on the opposing rock. Taking out his wooden pipe and placing the elongated thin tip between his lips before lighting it. I watched on as he fiddled with his robe, puffing away into the crisp air, deep in thought.

"You looked troubled, Mithrandir. Tell me, what's on your mind?"

He grumbled a little before replying, "I have a favor to ask of you, Gaylia"

"Go on." I wondered deeply what this so called favor could be.

"Have you come across Dwarves before?" he asked.

I nodded, "Of course, I have met many, kind fellows, strong of heart and loyal to a fault, however not so kind to my kin." I had come across a handful of Dwarves on my travels through Middle-Earth that weren't so quick to judge me for who I am, but that was very few and far between.

"I see…" he puffed away on his pipe.

My curiosity was peaked, "I'm guessing your 'favor' involves Dwarves then?"

"Indeed, thirteen of them actually."

I looked up from my hands, "That's a lot of Dwarves. You would have me meet with them?"

He nodded, a worried frown fell upon his face, "I would… I'd also like for you travel with them on quest."

"A quest?" I was quick to ask.

Gandalf smiled, he knew I was always an adventurer as a young elf in the Woodland Realm. This is where we met many, many years ago.

"What does this quest involve?"

"Thorin Oakenshield," he began and I cut him off as soon as the name left his lips.

"You know I cannot offer my help to Oakenshield, Mithrandir."

"Now, that is not true. He is creating a company to reclaim Erebor."

"Is that so?" I asked and he nodded in reply, once again inhaling his pipe. "Why would you need me to accompany them?"

"I believe you could be of a great assistance."

"He would not accept me, and you know that to be true."

"May that be, he has asked me to find the fourteenth member of the company. Truth be told, there will be fifteen."

"Does he know you have come to me?"

He shook his head, "I have requested you to join them, not him. However, he will accept you as a favor to me. He asked me to find someone, and I have come to you."

I pursed my lips, "No good will come of this, Gandalf. He will not want me to accompany him and his kin… there is too much history there."

I was right; there was far too much history between the Elves and the Dwarves. My being there would cause nothing but chaos and possibly even death.

"I'm sorry, Gandalf, I cannot accept your invitation on the quest."

He sighed and stood to his feet, causing me to crane my neck backwards to meet his eye. "Very well. If you do however change your mind, three weeks from today, make your way to Hobbiton, this is where they will all meet."

I frowned, "That is a strange place you have them meeting in." I thought it over some more… "Your other member, they are a Hobbit?"

He nodded with a smile, "Three weeks, in the shire." He turned around and headed for the treeline, "If you do come, look for my mark." Then he was gone.

I sat back up on the rock I sat upon earlier, with a body of water by my side, my hazy reflection in the water was staring back at me. I had a whole new set of thoughts to fill my head with now. Dwarves, taking back the Lonely Mountain, it seemed like a fictional story some may tell their young. But this was reality, and I could be a part of it. Thorin Oakenshield would never accept me, because of who I am and my kin. It just wouldn't work.

I have never met him, but I know the story of him and his kin well… a little too well. I was weighing the pros and cons of this quest; so far, the cons were far outweighing the pros.

I went back and forth with myself for a few hours further into the night before coming to a decision. I was going to do it. What's the worst that could come of this quest? Thorin could refuse to allow me to join his company to reclaim Erebor and I could just continue on my path, or he'd allow me to join and I could help them reclaim their home under the mountain. Either way, I had nothing to lose in doing so. Plus, this is a favor to an old friend, nothing more.