Ok so I am going on a retreat this week so chapter seven wont becoming out till after the 19th. If I finish it early then I will try to publish it before I leave. Just wanted to let you guys know. Thanks so much my friends! Please enjoy! :-)

Chapter 6

"Why have you brought us here?" Thorin was furious that Gandalf had brought them to Rivendell. "Why have you brought us to our enemy?"

"You have no enemies here Thorin Oakenshield! The only enemy here is yourself. I don't need you to start a war, which is why you will leave the talking to me" Gandalf said.

Elvish: "Mithrandir it is good to see you, and Ms. Pearson it is good to see you to." Said Lindir. Lindir was an Elf with long brown hair and light blue eyes. His skin was pale and he looked as if he had never aged.

Elvish: "May I speak to Lord Elrond?" Gandalf asked him.

"But Lord Elrond is not here." Lindir replied.

"Not here. Then where is he?" Lindir did not reply to Gandalf. A horn then blew, and they heard horses galloping towards them.

"Stick together!" Thorin yelled over the galloping of the horses.

"Ah Gandalf what a pleasure to see you." Elrond said. He went over and gave Gandalf a hug. "Jaille Pearson. It has been sometime since we have seen one another."

"Are you not pleased that I have returned?" Jaille asked with a smirk.

"No it is nice to see you again. Strange that Orcs came so close to our boarders. Someone has drawn them near." Said Elrond.

"That may have been us." Said Gandalf.

"What exactly would have drawn them near, and why was Melanie with them?" Gandalf did not answer Elrond. Elrond then saw Thorin and went up to him. "Welcome Thorin, son of Thrain, son of Thror. I knew Thror when he ruled under the Mountain.

"Indeed." Thorin started. "He made no mention of you." Elrond then said something in Elvish. Though only Jaille and Gandalf knew what he said.

"Oi! What is he saying?! Is he offering us insults?!" Gloin yelled. The other Dwarves were starting to yell and were all upset.

"No master Gloin, he is offering you food." The Dwarves then whispered amongst themselves.

"Well in that case lead on." said Gloin.

Thorin, Gandalf and Elrond ate at one table while the rest of the company ate at a different table. The food consisted of salad, fruit, bread and wine. They liked the wine but the food they despised.

"Try it, just a mouthful." Dori said to Ori. Ori was holding a piece of lettuce and was giving it a disgusted look.

"I don't like green food." Ori said.

"Where's the meat?" Dwalin was looking through his salad expecting to find some sort of meat but he found none. Oin picked up some of his food and growled at it.

"Oh would you guys stop it and just eat." Said Jaille. She on the other hand did not mind the food at all.

"That's easy for you to say. You're a women and your kind likes this kind of food." Bofur said.

Kili was staring at an elf-maid, who was playing the harp. Her long dark brown hair was braided in the back. Her sky blue eyes met Kili's rich dark brown eyes. He couldn't help but wink at her. She gave a small smile back. Dwalin was glaring at Kili.

"Can't say I fancy elf-maids much. There too tall, don't care for their silky skin and high cheekbones, and not enough facial hair." Bofur nodded in agreement. Dwalin still sat there and glared at Kili. "Though that one's not bad." There was an elf-maid standing right next Kili and turned to reveal the elf-maid was actually a male.

"That's no elf-maid." Dwalin said. He then winked at the elf, and Kili turned a bright shade of red.

They all started to laugh, Fili started to choke on his wine from laughing so hard. Thorin looked over to see what they were laughing about. Jaille caught Thorin looking at her out of the corner of her eye. She smiled at him. She was expecting him to return a smile, but he didn't. Thorin needed to control himself. Jaille had left him it was over. He needed to get her out of his head.

Now some of the Dwarves were quite sick of the music the Elves were playing. The music was very elegant yet depressing. Oin had put his napkin in his hearing trumpet. Oin and some of the others thought it was hilarious.

"Change the tune would ya! It feels like I'm at a funeral." Said Nori. Bofur had decided to cheer up the Dwarves by singing a song. Bofur stood on the table, and Jaille stood up and went to stand by Lindir. She knew only trouble was going to come. Bofur then began to sing,

There's an inn there's an inn, there's

a merry old inn

beneath an old grey hill,

And there they brew a beer so brown

That the Man in the Moon himself

came down

one night to drink his fill

The hostler has a tipsy cat

that plays a five-stringed fiddle;

And up and down he saws his bow

Now squeaking high, now purring low

now sawing in the middle.

So the cat on the fiddle played hey-diddle-diddle,

a jig that would wake the dead:

He squeaked and sawed and

quickened the tune,

While the landlord shook the Man in

the moon:

"It's after three!" he said. Now there was food being thrown everywhere. Lindir had a disgusted look on his face. Jaille laughed, but stopped once Lindir glared at her.

It had been decided that the company was going to stay in Rivendell for a little bit. The Dwarves did not want to stay, but they needed rest, supplies and Elrond to decipher the map of Erebor.

Bilbo and Jaille spent most of their time together. Both were not wanted by Thorin and the others really, so they did many things together.

"Trust me Bilbo, the others like you much better than me. I am just a bother." Jaille said. Bilbo and she were walking together outside by a small river.

"Well at least Thorin likes you more than me." He replied. Jaille stopped with her mouth open. Bilbo looked back and could tell she was thinking about what to say back.

"There is nothing between Thorin and me."

"Were not blind Jaille." Jaille laughed a little at him. Why is it so hard to hide your feelings for someone? Why do I have to hide everything? Lying is the only thing I can do. Jaille thought to herself.

"Hey Bilbo!" Bofur called out. Jaille and Bilbo both turned around to see Bofur, Kili and Bifur running towards them. "Want to join us in the fountain? We're all going to bathe." Bilbo looked as if he was going to throw up.

"No thank you." He said.

"What about you Jaille?" Kili asked.

"Um… no thank you. I prefer to bathe alone. Besides I am a woman." Jaille then walked away to her room.

It was dark out and Gandalf and Elrond were discussing about how it was unwise to reclaim Erebor, and kill the dragon. Thorin and Bilbo were able to listen to their conversation.

"Can you not promise that Thorin will not fall from madness? Madness runs in the line of Durin. How do you know that Thorin will not suffer the same fate as Thror?" Bilbo looked behind him and saw that Jaille was there.

"Thorin," she started. He looked over to her. "We need to talk." Thorin and Jaille were now standing on the balcony to Jaille's room.

"What is it that you want to talk about?" He asked her.

"You know exactly what Thorin. I am so sorry that I left you." Thorin did not believe her. "Thorin I was being hunted and I still am. I didn't want you to die because you were associated with me, and you know both of our people hate each other."

"You could have at least told me why." Thorin said. "Instead you just left in the middle of the night. I come back from meeting my kin to find you're gone. I thought you did not love me anymore."

"I know, and I regret it every single day Thorin." They stood in silence both processing their thoughts. "I never stopped caring Thorin." Tears were in Jaille's eyes. "I hate living a life of lies and secrets." Jaille was looking down at her feet, trying to avoid eye contact with Thorin. More tears were starting to fall from Jaille. She felt so ashamed that she could break down so easily. The man she loved was right in front of her, and she felt as if he didn't love her anymore. Thorin tilted Jaille's head up so their eyes met. He wiped her tears away. It broke his heart to see her like this. He didn't want her out of his head. He wanted Jaille with him all the time. He didn't care what the others thought, he loved her and she needed to know that. Thorin leaned in and started to kiss Jaille slowly at first but then it got more passionate. Jaille pulled away and said to him, "Please don't ever let go of me Thorin."

"Never." Thorin whispered in her ear. They began to kiss again, more aggressively. They went inside still in each other's arms and Thorin then shut the door.

Jaille woke up to find herself alone. She quickly got dressed and went out to meet the others. Gandalf was having them leave early while he was at a White Council meeting. Jaille had just finished talking to Kili, while Fili walked up to him.

"I like her." Kili said. Fili had an astonished look on his face.

"Well I don't! Thorin doesn't like her so therefor I don't." Fili spoke with great pride in his voice.

"Thorin not liking Jaille! You didn't see what I saw last night." Kili gave a smirk to his brother and walked away. Fili looked over at Jaille. Thorin didn't like her. Fili honestly had a pretty good reason not to like Jaille.

Now they were leaving Rivendell. Bilbo didn't want to leave. He felt so welcomed here and he had become fascinated with the Elves.

"Balin lead the way. You know these roads best." Thorin said. Bilbo was looking back at Rivendell. Part of him wanted to stay in Rivendell. The other part knew not to. He had signed the contract. He needed to stick to his word. "Master Baggins. I suggest you keep up." Thorin said. Bilbo turned around and followed the others. Now they were going to The Misty Mountains.

Black Speech: "You have failed me Yazneg."

Black Speech: "We were outnumbered! I barely escaped with my life!" Yazneg said trembling in fear.

Black Speech: "Enough with the excuses!" Azog yelled. He was tall and pale, with ice cold blue eyes. Eyes that was full of darkness and hatred. "And what is your excuse Melanie?"

Black Speech: "None." There was silence for a little bit. Until a figure stepped out from the shadows and spoke,

Black Speech: "And what exactly do you expect me to tell the Dark Lord?" The figure was tall and massive, almost 8ft tall. He was wearing armor that covered his whole body. No flesh showed. You could see no face, only eternal darkness. The figure was Ratchet the Destroyer. "Do you think he will take this lightly? He needs Jaille dead for his plan to work!"

Black Speech: "What about Oakenshield?" Azog asked Ratchet.

Black Speech: "I do not care about the Dwarf Oakenshield! This task must be completed soon. The Dark Lord grows impatient. I do not want Orc scum like you!" Ratchet sliced Yazneg's head off. Yazneg squealed like a pig and then stopped. Ratchet threw his body to the wargs. "I want Orcs that will succeed! You live for now." Ratchet said to Melanie. "Get the Orcs and wargs ready! We ride now!"