Some days had passed and rumours spread that Bard should take the Master of Lake Town's place for he deserved it more than anyone else, He was a descendant of the Lord of the Dale and he slayed the Dragon. This also meant that Kyla was one of his descendent too. Folk started to call it The Battle of Esgaroth and it would be remembered as the day that Smaug the Magnificent met his end.It was also thought that the Company was dead and that all the gold in Erebor was now there to take. That night Bard met with the Elven King, Thranduil, to discuss what was best. Kyla had attended for she lived her life in a beautiful lie and he knew her as his daughter. They sat in a small tent, her and Bard, on one side of a table and on the other, Thranduil and his young son, Legolas. They bickered for hours on the best solution but their children were in another world. Without a word Kyla and Legolas sneaked out of the tent and sat in a tree outside. It began to cast Kyla's mind back to the days where she and Emilia used to spend their time climbing trees. "Are you fine, mortal?" Legolas asked her. She was quite taken aback by this "I am not mortal! "Legolas laughed at this so she leapt from the tree and cast free the power that disguised her. Legolas was so shocked he fell from the tree. "You are one of us." He said. She told him the story of how her mother was banished for she loved a mortal and how her mother raised her as a healer. Legolas shook his head "Your mother held a great power in touch, maybe you…." Kyla knew about the power he meant but she thought she surely would not wield the same. "No I have not that power but I also have a great one." She said and walked down to the lake. Lake Town still lay in ruin but she scooped up water in her hands. She threw it up into the air but it froze there. As she moved her hands, the water changed shapes. Legolas observed in awe and the water whipped around his head and fell back into the lake. He took Kyla's hand and stared at them "This power has never been wielded by anyone else; I would not take it lightly." Kyla's form slowly melted and trickled down into the lake. Then she burst from the water and it lifted high up, encircling her as she moved around. Then she her feet landed down on the water and walked across it to Legolas. When she was back on the land, she touched the water and it all turned to ice. "My power is also my curse, Legolas, I wish you could understand. If you speak of this again you will not live to regret it" As walked away, she thrust her arms out and the ice in the lake broke.

She covered herself with her guise and seated herself next to Bard, back in the tent. "It is decided; we march on the mountain and take our fair share of its treasures." Kyla wanted to scream at them for she saw that the dwarves were not dead and the gold was not there's to take but she could not object to their wish. The meeting dispersed that night and bow that hung round Kyla's neck felt heavy. It seemed when something was about to happen it weighed down on her. Harriea was waiting outside for her "So what will we do?" she asked. "They shall march on the Lonely Mountain and take the treasures within. I fear that it is the wrong choice." Kyla answered. Harriea looked down at Kyla's wrist and the mark had changed, a fourth line ran along it, but often it was twisting into the others, but again at the end it became frayed. Kyla caught what she was gazing at and covered her wrist with her hand. "Where is your brother?" She asked. This question didn't matter to Harriea and she pointed over and far away and all Kyla could see of a tiny speck of a person "He is still grieving, don't anger him." Were Harriea's wise words. Kyla walked over to Fergus and sat on the ground next to him "Do you know what this place is called?" he asked her "No" she lied. "The Desolation of Smaug, a barren wasteland. It used to be a lush green land but no more." Fergus's voice hung in sadness because he blamed himself for Emilia's death. "Fergus, you know you could have nothing to prevent her death-"but before Kyla could finish he broke in "No you don't understand!" He leaped to his feet and paced as he talked, throwing his arms in the air "I could never admit it to myself until I saw her die but I loved her! Not just her looks but everything about her and I can never tell her how I felt! "He lay and the ground and took a deep breath. "She could never admit either. That day we sat by the Tree before…" Her words were caught in her throat "She told me the same thing and how she thought you ignored her meant you had no interested in her." Kyla looked upon Fergus as he let it sink in; Emilia loved him to but she never told him. He felt a weight be lift from his shoulder and cast into sky. A horn blew off in the distance and a group gathered round. Kyla and Fergus pushed to the front of the crowd and Bard stood there upon a crate and spoke clearly to the crowd "It is after long quarrels" Bard looked over to King Thranduil and Legolas, who stood away from the group "That we shall march on Erebor and take our share of gold!" Cheers answered his call but a small voice was among the crowd. It shouted "What about the dwarves?" The people parted to reveal an old man clad in grey. He lifted his head and walked up to Bard. But he did not speak directly to him, he instead walked back and forth but Bard's eyes followed him like a cat searching out a mouse. "Do we what has become of the Company? Do we know they live?" The stranger asked. Of all the words he knew of, Bard was speechless. He knew not how to answer this for even himself did not know the answer. "Perhaps we may find them there, Mithrandir." Bard finally said. Fergus looked upon Mithrandir for he had not seen him since he was a child and every time Mithrandir would visit their town, all the children would gather to hear tales of far off lands and monster beyond imagination. Fergus found himself remising of a time before this tale began, when happiness was something that he held in his hands, not something that seemed out of his reach.

Mithrandir walked over to King Thranduil, who greeted him with open arms. They talked and drifted away from the gathering. Prince Legolas went with them but before he took a last glance at Kyla and she met his gaze. He could see that maybe he would see her again.