After Aragorn showed everyone the damage the nazgul had done to the inn room, you all gathered your stuff together and set out for Rivendell. Aragorn managed to find a pony to carry some of the luggage. It had turned out that the hobbits had brought a little more than what Aragorn had thought was necessary for the trip. The pony was rather scrawny looking and you wondered if it even had the strength to make the trip to Rivendell. You would have decided to take a little extra care for the animal, but the hobbit Sam already seemed to be becoming very friendly with it and had named it Bill.

On the way out of Bree, you passed a rather dark looking house, from which a rather rude and hateful looking man shouted obscenities directed at the group. "Found some friends at last?" the man mocked, looking at Aragorn. Aragorn ignored the man and kept along on his way. "I wouldn't go with him if I were you, lady. They say he's a wild man, capable of doing many terrible things to women such as yourself," he shouted at you, making you feel uncomfortable. "Eh, you're too manly for him to look at anyway, keep walking."

You felt your blood begin to boil at these words, pure hatred filling your mind. Your hand went for a small dagger you had tucked into a pouch on your belt. Aragorn quickly grabbed your wrist before you could pull out the weapon. He very slightly shook his head at you.

"I suppose you know who you've taken up with? That's Stick-at-naught Strider, that is! Though I've heard other names not so pretty. Watch out tonight! And don't go treating my poor old pony poorly!" the man laughed.

These words got Sam angry, "Put your ugly face out of sight before it gets hurt!" Sam shouted back at the man, chucking an apple at his face. Sam's aim was good that morning, it hit the man square in the face. The man started shouting a stream of curses and ran out of sight.

"Nice throw Sam," commented Pippin.

"It was a waste of a good apple," Sam muttered back.

Once the party was out of Bree, Aragorn veered off of the road due to safety concerns. The hobbits seemed to be a little uneasy about this but trusted Aragorn. Aragorn kept up a fairly quick pace, though you felt worried that the hobbits would fall behind so you walked behind the group with Sam and Bill the pony. Sam seemed rather nervous to be near to you.

"So where are you from, Sky?" Sam inquires, breaking the silence. Of course he had to start off with a question that you don't have a true answer for. Though you wouldn't know the answer to most any question he could have asked you about yourself.

"Mirkwood," you respond, at least it was somewhat true. You had been in Mirkwood, its the first place you can remember being.

Sam ponders about the answer for a moment. "A good friend of mine, a hobbit, by the name of Bilbo once traveled through Mirkwood some time ago with a company of dwarves. He mentioned that it was one of the less pleasant places he had been to on his journey but remarked that the cave system there was absolutely stunning."

"My first experience in Mirkwood wasn't too pleasant either what with the spiders," you chuckle. "The caverns are indeed quite a thing to behold."

"Your first experience?" Sam inquires, "I thought you were from there." He had caught on to your phrasing.

"Ah, young hobbit, I meant as in my first experience in those woods alone," you quickly cover up.

"Oh, I see. Do you remember anything of the dwarf company?"

"Not particularly. I was stationed near to Dol Guldur when the dwarves went through," you said, thinking you were making up a name of a place. How was this hobbit going to fact check you out here in the woods anyway? Odds are he wouldn't be familiar with the area of Mirkwood. And he must not have been as he asked no further questions about the dwarf party after that.

Afterwards, the two of you chatted about other minor things. You made sure to subtly keep in control of the conversation so the hobbit wouldn't ask you any more questions that you didn't have answers for. All in all, Sam turned out to be rather pleasant company. That night, you heard Sam talking in an excited hushed voice about you to the other hobbits.

'That hobbit has an elf obsession,' you thought to yourself, smiling softly. You kept watch over the hobbits as they slept, making sure to be aware of any movement in your surroundings. Aragorn came and quietly spoke with you.

"You should be sleeping," you whisper as he approaches you.

Aragorn waved the suggestion off. "What do you think of the hobbits?" he whispers back.

"They're quite an interesting bunch. Sam's rather pleasant, but hes a little too inquisitive for my liking."

"I heard him bombarding you with all sorts of questions earlier. I thought you answered them quite well, all things considered. You must have learned a lot during your stay in Mirkwood."

"Its easy to increase your knowledge when you start by knowing absolutely nothing," you reply, feeling bitter. "Do you really think they'll know anything about me in Rivendell?" Rivendell, it seemed to be your only hope.

"If anyone has any info, it would be found in Rivendell. Elrond is a lore expert and he has an extensive library," Aragorn reassured you.

"Lore experts, libraries, those could be meaningless. I could be a rather young elf, known to few save for my family... if I even have one..." you frown.

"Nay, I don't think you're a new soul to this world. Even the elves in Mirkwood sensed that you have been around for quite awhile, though they did not know where your path had come from," Aragorn gently touched your face. "Keep watch Aiweneth, I'm going to do a little scouting while the halflings sleep."

You nodded and Aragorn left.