Picking her way through the battle-feild, Elena walks back ot the mountain, feeling an unimaginable pain in her chest, knowing it is a wound of Thorin's. Seeing as the pain is still there, she knows he is still alive, and in excrutiating pain. Seeing blonde, she walks up, and grips Thranduil's shoulder, "You alright?"

He looks at her, "I have lost my eldest son."

Elena nods, "He will be missed, King Thranduil. Have you seen Bilbo?" she asks, on a mission for her King.

"No, I have not," he shakes his head, amazed at how comfortable she seems to be, covered in blood and mud, even after loosing her arm. "How are you doing, Elena?"

She shrugs, rubbing the spot of pain in her chest, that she's sharing with Thorin, "Fine, I guess. Could have been a lot worse."

Thranduil nods, and grips her shoulder, "Yes, it could have been. You know, Elena, that I fell in love with your mother, when she was here?"

She nods, "I was told."

"Despite the child she carried not being mine, I still considered it as such. You are her first child, aren't you?"

Sighing, Elena nods, "Yeah, I'm her first born. I was three, when she disappeared, along with my father, and my infant brother. I was orphaned, and as it turns out, she was living, this whole time, in the same city as I was raised, with my little sister. I have no love for that woman, I barely remember her."

"I'm sure she would have taken you as well," he tries, hearing the pain in her voice.

"Tch, yeah, right," she scoffs, turning around. "See you around, Thranduil," she calls, waving over her shoulder. She does eventually find Bilbo, with a lump on his head, and feeling the pain starting to fade, she scoops him up, and sprints across the feild, and to where the tents have been erected.

She gives her friends some time, and sits down outside the door of the tent, having the uncomfortable feeling of her heart slowing down. Seeing the last ten of her dwarves, she gets to her feet, and enters the tent after them.

Thorin says his farewells to his Company, and then summons Elena to him, and takes her hand. "Elena, I want you to take Orcrist as your own. Bare it well," he breathes. "Also, my samman, I want you to have my coat. I know you liked it."

Elena nods, clasping his hand in her's, "Alright." She cups his cheek with her other hand, "I will not forget you, my friend."

"Nor shall you, as you are my heir," he states, and breathes his last breath.

"Lass..." Dwalin murmurs, clutching her elbow, tears streaming down his cheeks.

Elena swallows, "Did he...?"

"Aye, he made you our Queen," Balin nods, and wipes his tears from his face.

"I can't... think about that, right now," Elena whispers past the lump in her throat, and bends her face to Thorin's, his hand still in her's.

The Company starts singing a sad balad, and Elena let's her emotions free, and sobs for her three friends, her sheild brothers, her samman. "Ave atque vale," she whispers over his chest.


Wiping her tears, she walks with Balin and Dwalin, and finds Dain, talking with Thranduil, Legolas, and Bard. "Lord Dain," she calls, wiping her cheeks one last time.

"Elena, has he...?" Legolas asks, approaching her, and gripping her shoulder.

Elena nods, dropping her hand, knowing blood is smeared across her face, "Yes. King Thorin has passed."

"Did he say anything? Before he passed?" Dain asks.

Dwalin nods, and Balin says, "He named Elena as his heir."

"The lass?" Dain demands, looking her over.

"Lord Dain, this might be something to consider," Gandalf says, walking up, and joining them.

Balin shakes his head, "The lass may have claimed King Thorin as her friend, but he... King Thorin claimed her as his kin, and named her his hier."

Bard looks her over, "I heard you were wounded. Are you alright?"

Legolas scowls, "That is why women should not be on the battle-field."

Elena clenches her fist, but Dain growls, "Do not speak ill of our Queen. Every dwarf here, has seen her ferocity, and driving loyalty to us. You will make a great Queen, indeed, milady," he bows his head, remembering the sight she made cutting a swath of the enemy, on her own, with one golden whip.

"Aye, the lass helped us reclaim our Mountain, and has fought to defend it," Balin nods.

"Well, there is no hope for it," Thranduil sighs, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Welcome to the world of royalty," he extends his hand. "I look forward to treating with you, Queen Elena."


Several days later finds Elena in the massive throne room, wearing a white gown, stitched with silver runes for mourning, and bordered with green fabric at the ends of her wide sleeves. On her arms are high light-blue gloves, decorated with a few golden runes, one glove covering bandages. She's sitting with the Company and their families, Dwalin, and Balin on either side of her, while Dain is near the throne, talking about Thorin, Fili, and Kili.

When the funeral is done, and the three are layed to rest, everyone assembles back into the throne room, and once silence has descended on the gathered again, Dain rises from the chair beside the throne, and the room is so quiet, you could hear a pin drop.

"As is our tradition, after a funeral, and our fallen King has been laid to rest, we crown the now monarch!" Dain calls. "King Thorin's newphews, both of his blood heir's, passed along with him. But! Our King named someone else his heir, upon his last breath! The new heir has traveled with the Company of our King, helped to reclaim our home, and has defended it!"

Dain keeps talking her up, and Elena can feel the energy building, and can feel curiosity, and excitement.

Finally, he calls, "Or new monarch! King Thorin's heir! Queen Elena Morgenstern!" he roars. The crowd erupts into a roar, the soldiers cheering, while the one's who were not present going silent, before erupting into boo's.

Dwalin's hand claps her on the shoulder, and she stands up, and takes the stage, standing beside Dain. The crowd continues their yelling, either cheering or booing. Elena lifts her arm, letting the sleeve fall down to her shoulder, revealing the long glove. Several people fall silent, wondering what's going on, and soon, the room is quiet again, still sparking with energy. Pulling off the glove, she reveals the thick bandages, wrapping up her fingers, and up to her shoulder. Pulling a dagger from her belt, she slices the bandages clean off, and let's them fall, her burned arm revealed.

"My name is Elena Morgenstern, a protector of the people. I have fought beside King Thorin, against orc's, goblins, warg's, spiders, and a dragon. One arm is burned, from the battle to reclaim this mountain!" She lifts her other arm, pulling off the glove, and lets the angry red scar across her bicep stand in stark releif. "The other is marred, from nearly loosing it, in the Battle of Five Armies, when Bolg, Azog's son, tried beheading our King Thorin! I am covered in scars, to keep our King and his heir's safe. True, the three fell, all to Azog the defiler, and I could not save them," she adds sadly. "I lost my friend's, my family! Thorin was not just a King to me. He was my family! If you do not accept my right to the throne, then by all means, Lord Dain may have it!"

Dain steps up beside her, and the chamber is deathly quiet, and still. Then, a single female dwarf stands up, and approaches the dais, and Elena can see the striking resemblance between her and her three friends. She recognized her for who she is, and inclines her head, letting her arms fall to her sides, "Lady Dis."

Thorin's sister takes her scarred hand in her soft one's, and nods, "You will make a fine Queen, my neice." With that being said, the crowd erupts into cheers, the matter settled, and then they quiet down, and take to one knee, bowing low. Elena sighs in releif, and inclines her head in respect to the two dwarves standing with her, both her adopted family, and kneels down before Dain, who plucks the crown from the arm of the throne, and places it upon her head. Elena rises, and turns to her people, her new responsibility, and nods, knowing she can do it, and smiles.

Bilbo looks up, smiling at his friend, and then frowns, a whirlwind of golden flames and feathers descending from the ceiling. He sees Elena look up as well, the loose sleeves and skirt of her gown billowing around her, and reaching to her shoulder, where Orcrist is hidden under the fur coat, and draws it an inch, before the whirlwind touches the ground, surrounding her.

A voice, like thousands of people talking in synch, says from the whirling fire, "Daughter of the Angel Raziel, your purpose here has been fulfilled. Say good-bye to your comrades," it orders.

Bilbo looks at her feet, and watches in horrored amazement, as her feet disappear, and travels upwards along her legs. He reaches out, running towards her, along with the Company, and numerous other people, calling, "Elena!"

She flings out her burned arm, reaching as if to grab them, and they all se tears pouring down her cheeks, and fall like jewels onto the stone floor. "Don't forget me! Please, Dain, look after them!" she calls, her torso already gone, just her shoulders, arms, and head left.

Dwalin grabs her hand, and grips it tightly, "Lass! Stay!"

Elena grips his hand back, offering a sad smile, "Stay strong my brother's. I will not forget you. Any of you. I swear, on the name of the Angel, I will return!" she promises, her voice a mere echoe, as her hand fades from Dwalin's.


Elena drops into a crouch, her gown fluttering to a stop on the ground under her feet, the coat, sword, and crown still on her head. Hearing yelling from a familiar voice, she straightens, and turns, just in time to catch her golden haired brother in her arms, and hugs him back just as tightly, "Jace."

"Sis!"

"Elena!"

Looking up at the chorus, she grins at her family, all running to her, and embrace her tightly, including Clary. Looking over their shoulders, she takes in the party that's going on, with Downworlders in attendance. "I've missed you guy's so much," she murmurs, and releasing them.

"Elena, where did you disappear to?" Jace asks, wrapping his arms around her again.

"She can tell you that later," Robert Lightwood states. "She came from some other world, and will have to be put into decontamination."

Elena sighs, but nods, "Fine. But, I have one request only. This coat, the sword, and the crown must be decontaminated along with me."

"Why?" Maryse asks.

"Even if I told you, you would not beleive me. After I'm declared decontaminated, I'll hold the Sword, and tell you everything," she promises, and seeing a Brother, follows him to where ever she'll be locked up until she'd declared safe.

In the little room the Brother's lock her up in, she's left with the things she requested be left with her, including her gown. After a long while of sleeping, staring at the ceiling, staring at Orcrist to memorize it, she even takes her crown off her head, and looks at it, amazing at it's craftsmanship. Bored, and not knowing how long she's been in the room, she thinks back to the song's her friends had sung, and the one that sticks most, is the one they'd sung, after reclaiming Erebor. The melody had been haunting, and yet at the same time, so full of hope, yearning, and even love.

Calling out to the Brother she knows is out there, "Hey, Brother, do you want to hear a song?" She doesn't get any kind of response, so takes it as a 'yes'. Starting out softly, her voice grows more comfortable with the melody, and even infuses it with the emotion she'd heard in their voices.

Far over, the misty mountains cold, to dungeons deep, and caverns old.
We must away, at break of day, to find our long forgotten gold.
The pines were roaring on the height. The winds were moaning in the night.
The fire was red, it flaming spread. The trees like torches blazed with Fire.
Far over, the misty mountains cold, to dungeons deep, and caverns old...

She sings it for long, the same verses, just over and over, that she falls asleep with the song still in her mind.


When she's finally released from the small room, she is lead up to the Gard, her dirty hair in a loose braid over her shoulder, the feather tucked under the tresses, with the crown on her head, and the sword under her coat, draped lightly over her shoulders. Walking into the wide room, filled with Nephilim and Downworlders alike, she's reminded slightly of the throne room, during her friends' funeral, and her coronation.

At the front of the room, at the table, Robert Lightwood is sitting beside Jia Penhallow, with representatives of the four Downworld classes, two on either side of them. She lifts her skirts, and walks up onto the raised dais, and accepts the Sword that is handed to her. Feeling the pulling sensation, she kneels before them, her back to her audience, her family among them, with one small one missing.

"What is your name?" Jia asks.

"Elena Jocelyn Morgenstern, daughter of Valentine and Jocelyn Morgenstern."

Jia arches her brow at the 'daughter of' part, but asks, "Where have you been for the last week?"

Elena arches her brow, "I have been in a world like ours, known as Middle-Earth. To the elves, it is called Arda, and to the dwarves Amuriz. I have no idea what the Rakhas called it, but I spent most of my time killing them, anyways," she admits.

"Tell us about your journey in this 'Arda'?" Robert asks.

So, Elena tells them , about the diverse cultures, launguages, people, loyalty's, and as much as she can about the Orc's and their allies. Then, she tells them about her journey, starting in Rivendell, and to her last days in Erebor. Talking about her friends' death's, though, tears flow down her cheeks, and she does nothing to wipe them away. "And that's how I found myself here," she finishes, her voice a mere croak, having spoken so much.

The room is silent, and then, Jia asks, "How long were you there, in Arda?"

"Just short of a year," she murmurs, tears still falling from her eyes. "I bet it's been nearly a year already, since I was taken back here."

Robert clears his throat, "Elena, why did you become parabatai with the dwarf Thorin?"

Her head snaps up, her eyes flashing, and hisses, "King. He is King Thorin Oakensheild, my parabatai. My samman. My family," she growls. "He took care of me, despite me being a stranger, and invited me along, without knowing anything about me, other then I was Jocelyn's first child."

"Jocelyne was there?" Jia asks, looking around, and then spotting said woman.

"Yes, mymother was there," Elena nods. "She was friends with the wizard Gandalf the Grey, and stayed for a few months in Erebor. Then she left, and became friends with the elf, King Thranduil, and his two sons. King Thranduil fell in love with her, despote her carrying another man's child. When Smaug came upon the mountain, and the dwarves fled their home, that elf walked away, and refused to help them. Refused to help all of them, even the women and children."

They can all hear the venom in her voice when she tells of how the elf had turned his back on the dwarven people, and some even feel the rage coming off her in waves.

"Elena, why did you agree to accompany King Thorin and his Company?" Robert asks.

"Because they are my friends."