Chapter 1

"Katrina!" yelled Jaille. She walked into the throne room with the doors slamming with a loud bang behind her. Four years have passed since Katrina became queen of Varanton, with Jaille now twenty and Katrina being twenty-four.

"Yes dear sister?" Katrina replied to Jaille. Katrina was sitting in the king's chair. She was wearing a long black lace gown.

"You know exactly what!" Jaille was wearing black leggings, a black long sleeved shirt, a wolf fur vest, and dark brown boots.

"Actually I have no idea what you are talking about." Katrina said with a smirk.

"Do not play this game with me. You know very well why I am here." Jaille said in anger.

"All right, all right. No need to get upset." Replied Katrina. "What do you want to know about your husband?"

"Why you killed him?!"

"I did not kill him dear sister."

"Well you ordered to have him hanged."

"Because he is an outlaw! And he is your husband. So therefore he should die."

"That's no excuse. You gave me your word that you wouldn't hurt him and his family. I was gone for one week and when I come back everyone I love is dead."

"I'm not dead." Katrina said cautiously.

"I do not love you! I hate you Katrina! You've destroyed this kingdom! There is no wealth. People are dying because of your selfishness. You are a horrible queen!"

"I AM A GREAT QUEEN!" Jaille had a disgusted look on her face. "I am a much better ruler then anyone in Middle Earth! Do not deny it. Your husband deserved to die! Besides I thought you loved someone else. Or do you not care for Thorin Oakenshield anymore?"

"Do not speak to me about that filthy dwarf!" Jaille's face was full of rage. She looked as if she was going to kill Katrina right then and there.

"I see. Do you not remember your last adventure with him?"

"I said do NOT speak to me of him! He means nothing to me, and he has always meant nothing, and he always will." Katrina said nothing more about him.

Jaille stayed for dinner, and she didn't want to, but she had no choice. Jaille was looking for something. Something that would end Katrina's reign.

"Now Jaille," Dinner was over and the two sisters were sitting in the library. "You have nowhere to go, am I correct?" Katrina questioned her. For a few minutes Jaille did not reply.

"Yes the village I once lived in blames me for my husband Luke's death."

"Well it's the truth." Katrina snorted.

"How?! I am no outlaw or criminal!" Katrina just looked at Jaille with a blank expression on her face, and then she looked away. "Why can't we just be friends or at least allies?" you may not be my biological sister, but you are my step sister, and I worry about you."

"Well makeup your mind Jaille! Earlier you say you hate me but now you love me." The silence seem to go on forever. Jaille was trying not to look at Katrina.

"Are you looking for a certain book Jaille?" Katrina questioned her. Jaille was looking for the book that had Varanton's secrets, records, history, and certain laws that you had to follow. If you did not you would have a cursed life or die. Jaille wanted to use the book against Katrina, and overthrow her, but if you read the secrets you would have a cursed life. Jaille would have to do it, even if it meant having a cursed life.

"Oh no. I'm just you know looking." She smiled at Katrina, but Jaille knew she didn't buy it.

"The book is not here." Katrina said.

"What book?" Jaille had no idea what to do. If Katrina found out for sure she was trying to overthrow her and take back the kingdom. She would be servilely punished.

"Do not lie to me! You know exactly what book I mean. I know what you're up to. You didn't come here to talk about your husband. You came here to expose me and then kill me.

"Why would I do that?"

"I said do not lie to me! If you deny it again I will make someone suffer. Let's try this again. Am I correct that you came here to kill me?" Jaille nodded her head. "Good, good. Guards prepare for Jaille's execution! She'll die in the morning."

Jaille was taken to a special prison made just for her. Obviously Katrina planned this day out perfectly. Jaille hadn't the faintest idea what to do. She couldn't die. If she did the people of Varanton would suffer greatly. They needed her.

Jaille woke up by being shaken by someone. She realized it was Krin. Krin was Jaille's sister in-law. "Krin what are you doing here? Your going to get yourself killed."

"I'm here to get you out." Krin had long wavy black hair and hazel eyes. "Varanton needs you Jaille. You can't just die."

It was almost time for Jaille's execution. People were gathering in the center of Varanton. "I'm surprised there aren't more people. Doesn't like everyone want me dead?"

"Most but not all." Replied Krin.

"So most of my people hate me and want me dead. I'm starting to think they deserve to suffer."

"They need you Jaille. Even if they don't particularly care for you."

"But Krin there not even complaining. They almost seem like they don't mind it."

"If you die Varanton's darkness will be released and Katrina will make things even worse. The book says someone from the Pearson family line must be alive or the darkness with in Varanton will come out, and destroy everything. The people may not know it yet but eventually they will realize that they need you to be their queen. Jaille you need to leave and go into hiding. You know Katrina will pay any cost to kill you."

"But where would I go?" Jaille turned around a saw that Krin was gone. Jaille was hiding behind a cart full of sacks of grain. Katrina stepped onto the platform where the execution would be.

"People of Varanton, we are all her for the execution of my sister Jaille Pearson!" Almost all of the people were cheering. Katrina had a dark sinister smile on. "Now some of you are surely wondering why we are going to execute Jaille Pearson. The reason is she tried to kill me! She also wants Varanton to burn! She wants you all to die! She doesn't care about you, unlike I do." Now all of the people were cheering. "Now Jaille come on up here, it is time for your execution."

Katrina was looking right at Jaille. She had no choice but to go up. Guards were all around her. Two of them picked Jaille up by her arms and were carrying her to the platform. Some people were throwing food, spitting, and kicking dirt.

"Now Jaille what do you have to say for yourself?" Katrina kneeled down right in front of Jaille's face. "Well look whose hit rock bottom. I hope you're happy with what I have to do. Well I'm sure you'll see your precious people, since once you die Varanton's darkness will come out to play." Jaille spat in her face. "Say goodbye now everyone to Jaille Person!"

The ax was about to come down and slice Jaille's head off. Jaille flipped back and kicked the executioner right in the head. He fell back and hit his head on the stone platform. Jaille grabbed a sword from one of the guards and put it against Katrina's neck. All of this happened quite for Jaille had been practicing for scenarios like this one for some time.

"Give me one reason Katrina why I shouldn't just end your life right here and now?" The people were quite anxious to see what would happen. Some of the guards were going to attack Jaille until she said, "If you move one more step I will kill her right now!"

"Killing isn't your way sister. Besides if you do it, it will be on your conscience until the day you die, and every single day you will regret it and it will pester at you."

"People of Varanton I will not kill your queen! But I will leave and never return. For I know Katrina Oalkson needs me to be dead for her scheme, which will not happen! Goodbye forever and I ever so hope I don't have to come back!" Then Jaille left. She was not seen until many years later.

Eight years later

Jaille was in Bree meeting an old friend of hers. Most people thought Jaille was dead and she wanted people to keep thinking that. It was raining in Bree as usual. Jaille got off her black pony (for she is to short for a horse) and tied it up right by The Prancing Pony.

She stepped inside, and it was as loud as ever. Jaille had a black cloak on. For she found out someone besides Katrina wanted her dead. She noticed that Thorin Oakenshield was here, they looked at each other, but he did not recognize her. Thorin was the last person she wanted to run into.

Jaille found her old friend sitting alone at a table for two. Her old friend was Gandalf The Grey. She sat across from him and started to eat the bread and cheese Thorin left behind.

"I'm glad you could make it here Jaille." Gandalf said with a smile.

"Well you needed me to come so here I am." Jaille replied. She couldn't help but smile back at Gandalf. It had been far too long since she last saw him. "I saw that you were meeting with Thorin Oakenshield. What did you need to talk to him about?"

"The same thing I'm going to talk to you about." Jaille was about to take a drink of ale, but stopped once Gandalf replied to her question.

"And what exactly is that?" Jaille was not thrilled with this at all. If it meant going on some adventure with Thorin she knew it would be a long miserable journey.

"To take back Erebor and kill the dragon Smaug."

"Why would you need me?" Jaille had somewhat of an idea where this was going.

"I will you need you to help the dwarves with…directions and you are allies with many." Jaille did not like the sound of this at all.

"Are you planning on not being there the whole time?"

"Jaille you know me. I will be there when they need me most."

"Alright, but there is one slight problem." Jaille replied.

"And exactly what is that?" Gandalf needed Jaille to come for he knew the dwarves would need her when he was gone, and he wanted Jaille and Thorin to make things right.

"Thorin will not want me to come. Especially if it will be just us." Jaille didn't particularly want to go but since Gandalf wanted her to and it wasn't like she had anything else to do.

"It will not be just you two. The other dwarf families will join you." Gandalf replied.

"Does Thorin not need the Arkenstone to rule though once they reclaim Erebor?"

"Yes and that is why we need a burglar." Gandalf smirked.

"And exactly who do you plan on being a burglar?"

"Oh I have an idea, but I am quite sure Thorin will not approve of him. This is where we will meet. Goodbye Jaille Pearson." Gandalf handed Jaille an envelope with the directions. She looked inside and saw a map.

"Well since you gave me this I guess I have no choice to join the company. Goodbye Gandalf and I will see you soon." Jaille took one last sip of ale, pulled her hood up, smiled at Gandalf and then left. For now she was going to Hobbiton.