"My father is very upset that Thorin would not allow you to marry me." Anya spoke softly as Kili held her as they sat in front of the fire Kili had built upon their spot on the mountain, Anya's back to his chest.

"I do not think he will let us visit anymore." Anya could feel her stomach churning at the thought of not getting to see Kili for a long period of time when she had grown so accustomed to his warmth.

"Do not fret my love, I will still write you and I will send you more of your favorite mountain flowers." Kili spoke his voice a deep rumble against her ear as he rested his chin on her shoulder. Anya let out a distressed sigh as she tilted her head back against him.

"I should have known not to get my hopes up. I knew we were doomed to begin with." Kili silenced her with a soft kiss.

"Anya I give you my oath: one day you will be my wife." Anya nodded and they shared their final kiss before her departure.

"Rhar this is madness!" Anya had shouted at her drunken older brother who sat upon the stone throne where her father once sat. It had not even been a day since their father's death and Rhar was exiling Anya and her mother from their mountain dwelling while claiming himself king and almighty ruler of the mountain home.

"You know my mother is exiled from Mirkwood where are we supposed to go?"

"Am I supposed to care?" Rhar asked raising his hand waving it with an air of arrogance a beer stein in his hand sloshing ale from the movement. .

"Rahvo was my father as well this is my home just as much as it is yours. My mother is our father's widow it is her right to remain here."
"It would be her right to remain if she was a dwarf, she is not she is a filthy elf. And as for you my dearest sister you have no right to call this mountain your home for you are your mother's daughter and you should have the same fate as her." Anya could not believe that this was happening. First she lost her life with Kili and now only a couple of decades later she lost her father and her ancestral home.

"What about the quest to reclaim Erebor? Father was very adamant about going to reclaim our home!" Rhar scoffed and down a long drink from his tankard.

"I have no need to move to another mountain to be ruled by an old Dwarf when I can stay at my own mountain and rule it myself. I am king under this mountain now sister, you best to gather your things before I have my first beheading of my rein." Anya let out a sigh of frustration as she rushed back down the lengthy hall to her mother's room not wishing to push the topic and have Rhar live up to his word for once.
"Mum I cannot talk reason to him he will not allow either of us to stay and he will not even be going to Erebor in father's stead." Anthriel nodded as a few Dwarves faithful to Rahvo even in his death helped take their bags down to their already saddled horses.

"I told you that your time would be wasted my daughter."

"I do not want to leave mother. I know of nowhere else to call home."

"Once again Anyanka I wrongfully ask you to have faith in me without giving you any reason too. We will go to Rivendell my girl but only one of us will remain there. Now make haste the sight of Rhar makes me itch for a blade." Anthriel and Anya gathered their few worldly possessions and then mounted their horses for the long ride to Rivendell. Anya sent a quick missive to Kili explaining of their abrupt departure from her home. How her father had died and Rhar was now a tyrant threatening of executions and exile. Anya told him of how her mother and she would be on their way to Rivendell in hope that her mother and she would be accepted. Anyanka however made no mention of the sparse plans her mother had spoken to her. Anya sent the letter off with the large bird from the tower top within the letter held what might have been the last of the blue mountain flowers she would ever have received. Anya did not know much of her mother's plan for herself but she had gathered a few snippets of information she was able to understand. First off Anya knew that she would not gain permanent residence of the Elven city of Rivendell, and second she knew that she would have to some way find a way to gain a spot on the expedition to reclaim Erebor.

Anya and Anthriel traveled for days only stopping for a moments rest when they could spare the time in the day. Rivendell itself was a sanctuary but the areas around were very far from so. It was not until almost their fourth day upon their journey when they were approached from a dark cloaked man with gray hair and robes.

"Gandalf." Anthriel had spoken the strangers name and with the name came the weight of stress from her shoulders.

"I was not sure you had received my letter, I had no time to wait for a response."
"I had gathered as much so I decided I would meet you on your journey."
"You're late." Anthriel spoke with a smile.

"A wizard is never-"

"Late, I know." Anthriel let out a soft chuckle as she rose her arm in the direction of Anya.
"This is my daughter Anyanka Dragonfighter she is the one I spoke of."
"You wish for your daughter, your only child, to journey with me to the Shire and make the perilous journey to Erebor to face a dragon and whatever lays in between?"

"I have seen it Gandalf this is how it must be." Anthriel spoke with a solemn voice while Anya looked to her mother confused.

"Anyanka, my daughter the light of my life, this is where we must part ways. You will continue your journey with Gandalf the Grey and he will to explain to you the importance of your role."

"Mother, this is ridiculous. You cannot just abandon me with a stranger you do not know what will become of me!" Anya panicked she knew she would have to leave her mother's side but she had never thought it would be this soon.
"Anyanka I know only what will become of you if this does not go through. Have faith in me one last time and let your knowledge guide your path. We will meet again soon my love and when we do is when your truth will follow."

All of you that reviewed deserved this a lot sooner, it was half written for nearly a month I just didn't seem to have the time or will to finish it.