Disclaimer~ I do not own The Hobbit (sadly) I only own what you don't recognise! The Song is by Eric Idle/Monty Python! :D

If you read this before the 19/03/2013, you might want to read it again. I had to change a few parts, because it didn't work with my plot! Enjoy!

Previously

A black dot was coming towards them, and he stared at it in surprise. As it came closer, he could tell it was the shape of a bird, and a big one at that.

"Bilbo…" He began, catching the hobbits attention. They both watched as it came closer, it was another eagle. Yet this eagle was different from the ones they had been rescued by, its feathers were jet black, and its beak was as golden as the sun, as were its claws. Several of the other dwarves had seen it too, and were pointing at it, crying out in surprise. As it glided past, looking for a place to land, Fili noticed something on its back, someone he had been made to believe he would never see again. But that someone wasn't alone.

Chapter 10. Always Look On The Bright Side Of Life

The Eagle circled the Eyrie one more time, before landing where Thorin had lain not long before. It tucked its glossy black feathers in, before allowing its rider to descent. The dwarves kept their hands on their weapons, suspicious of the newcomer. The hooded figure slid down the eagle's back, before turning, and picking Eve up carefully. Fili looked at her sadly; her skin was a pale as a ghost, and she seemed to be unconscious. Someone ran up next to him, and Fili saw messy brown hair as his brother sprinted towards Eve. His uncle reached a hand out, grabbing the back of Kili's cloak, not letting him get any closer.

The hooded person walked towards them, Eve in their arms, and gently laid her down a few metres in front of the dwarves. Her rescuer then turned to Gandalf, doing a strange little gesture. The wizard repeated it, a smile slowly appearing on his face.

"Glass nín le achened, Manen se?" he asked the newcomer.

"Dae lhaew, pul-man dulu enni?" replied the hooded person's, shoulders drooping, and they let out a little sigh.

"Maer." The wizard replied, nodding his head.

"Le hannon." The other replied, grasping his hands gratefully, before turning to the company, who were watching the two converse. Thorin's face was like thunder.

"An Elf?" he asked, non-too politely. Several of the dwarves behind him fidgeted restlessly. In reply, the person raised her arms up, gently lifting off her hood, revealing long black hair tumbling down her shoulders, the pointed tips of her ears peeking through her tresses, her eyes as green as the emeralds that filled Erebor's treasure chambers.

"Greetings, Thorin Oakenshield. It is an honour to finally meet you." She replied, her voice had a slight lilt to it, and a small smile was playing on her lips. "My name is Tiriel." Several of the dwarves were looking past her, watching their friend. She turned to Gandalf, who was examining Eve, and whispered, "Perhaps you should take her somewhere more private, Mithrandir?" Gandalf nodded, carefully picking the girl up, and carrying her down some steps roughly hewn from the rock. Kili watched her go, pain flickering through him like fire. "Now, if you will excuse me, my skills are required." The Elf continued, bowing slightly to the dwarves. Tiriel turned to her eagle, grasping Eve's pack, and headed after the wizard. Kili made to move towards the group, but she glared at him, shaking her head, before ducking out of sight behind the craggy top.

The dwarves stayed where they were, not daring to go and find out what was happening. None of them wanted to come before an angry Elf and a Wizard. Kili sat next to his brother at the edge on the Carrock, his legs dangling over the edge of the rock. He looked into the distance, admiring the view, or at least, pretending to. His mind constantly wandered to Eve, and the pain in his chest grew. He had never felt like this before, every time he saw her in pain, it was like someone stabbing him repeatedly. An arm appeared round his shoulder, and he looked up to see Fili, smiling at him sadly.

"She'll be alright Kee." He said, giving his brother a hug. "She's stronger than you think." Kili let out a sigh, resting his head on his brother's shoulder.

"I know Fee, I just- if I could have taken her place in the mountains-" Fili turned to him, his sorrow immediately changing to frustration.

"Kili! Stop brooding over the past, for Mahal's sake! There is nothing you can do to change it, so stop trying to blame yourself." Kili shook his head, resting his chin on his hands.

"I've lost her twice Fee, twice in one day. I can't lose her again." Fili stood up, causing his brother to look at him.

"You won't. Just... stop worrying. Now, let's see if there's any food to be had, and what the plan is. Come on Kee." He held out his hand to help his brother up. Kili paused; his eyes filled with pain, but reluctantly let Fili help him up. They walked over to where the rest of the group was resting in the middle of the rocky ledge, and sat down next to Bofur, who was playing his flute, which he had hidden in his boot when they were captured. When Kili recognised the tune, he rolled his eyes at the aptness. Fili nudged him, a grin appearing on his face, and after a few moments, the young princes began to sing.

Some things in life are bad

They can really make you mad

Other things just make you swear and curse.

When you're chewing on life's gristle

Don't grumble, give a whistle

And this'll help things turn out for the best...

And... always look on the bright side of life...

Always look on the light side of life...

If life seems jolly rotten

There's something you've forgotten

And that's to laugh and smile and dance and sing.

When you're feeling in the dumps

Don't be silly chumps

Just purse your lips and whistle - that's the thing.

And...always look on the bright side of life...

Always look on the light side of life...

Tiriel knelt down next to the girl. She noticed the bracelet on the girl's wrist, the stone glowing a bright blue. This must be the one Lady Galadriel spoke of, she thought, her finger gently sliding over the jewel. She let out a shaky breath, turning to the wizard, who was watching her curiously.

"What can we do?" the Elf asked, rolling Eve onto her front so they could examine her back. Gandalf shook his head, a frown appearing on his face.

"Healing spells are not my area of expertise. I was hoping you would know more than I." He told her. Tiriel bit her lip, gently moving the material away from the girl's back, so she could see how bad her wounds were. She inhaled sharply as she saw the dried blood already creating brown scabs over the lashes from the whip.

"Mithrandir, what happened?" she gasped, pouring some water on the girl's back to wash away the blood and dirt. Grabbing a cloth, she gently cleaned the wound, applying a special elven mixture to help with the healing, and constantly eyeing at the wizard until he began to speak.

"I wasn't with them in the mountains. I only found them when I came into the goblin town. From what I can tell, they were whipping her for information. That is all I know, I'm afraid." The Elf nodded, gently binding the girl's back. When she was finished, she carefully rolled Eve over, and turned to Gandalf.

"You're best with awakening spells." She told him, moving away from Eve so the wizard could get close enough. He went over to her, holding his hand over her face, and muttering the same spell he had used to awaken Thorin. Eve's eyelids fluttered and she raised a hand to her forehead before opening her eyes fully.

"Where am I? Wh-what happened?" she mumbled, trying to sit up. Tiriel was by her side in seconds, gently helping her into a sitting position. Eve looked at the Elf in surprise. "Wh-who are you? Where are the dwarves?" She noticed Gandalf, and her face broke into a smile. "Gandalf!" The wizard smiled at her, and she turned back to the Elf, looking at her strangely.

"My name is Tiriel, I caught you as you fell from the tree." The Elf said, smiling.

"Thank you." Eve said gratefully, biting her lip. "And the dwarves? What about Bilbo?"

"Your friends are quite well." Eve sighed in relief, her shoulders relaxing. She started to get up, but Tiriel quickly pushed her down again. "Do not exert yourself, you need rest." Eve tried to protest, begging to see her friends, when she caught sight of her pack. Tiriel watched her as she seemed to do some quick thinking; Elves were very good at reading emotions.

"May I check my pack? I need to make sure nothing is missing." The Elf watched her suspiciously, but handed her the bag all the same. Eve searched through it, before pulling a box out from the bottom. She opened it, obscuring the contents from the Elf. Taking something out, she lifted it to her mouth. Tiriel's eyes narrowed as she recognised the vial, watching cautiously as three drops of amber liquid fell into the girl's mouth. Eve replaced the stopper, and put the bottle back in the box before smiling at the Elf.

"It's alright, it's a healing potion. Lady Arwen gave it to me when I was in Rivendell." She explained. "I see… it is curious she should give you such a rare gift…" she murmured. She shook her head, she would think about it later. She quickly checked Eve's back, the potion had already sealed the skin. "Let's get you back to your friends, that remedy is working now."

Life's a piece of shit

When you look at it

Life's a laugh and death's a joke, it's true.

You'll see it's all a show

Keep 'em laughing as you go

Just remember that the last laugh is on you.

And always look on the bright side of life...

Always look on the right side of- they broke off as they saw three people coming up the rocky stairs.

"EVE!" Several of the dwarves shouted. Bofur stopped playing his flute, and jumped up to greet her.

"How are you? Is your back really painful? Who is the Elf? Do you know her?" The dwarves bombarded her with questions, and she laughed loudly.

"I'm fine, yes my back hurts a little, and no, I didn't know Tiriel, not before today." Kili ran towards her, giving her a hug, though surprisingly he managed to avoid touching her back. His face was serious as he looked at her, a strange emotion in his eyes that she couldn't quite place.

"Are you ok?" he asked her quietly, ignoring the snickers from the dwarves. She nodded, smiling at him. "You sure?" he persisted, looking her up and down. She giggled, pushing him away.

"I'm fine Kili!" Honest!" he watched her hug the other members, before looking at the Elf who had saved her. Tiriel was watching Eve, a curious expression on her face, and she kept glancing at Gandalf. He frowned, wondering why the Elf was acting like this. Tiriel looked at him, her face becoming a mask to her emotions. She walked over to her eagle, which put its head towards her, letting the Elf stroke its feathers.

Fili went over to her, looking at the eagle in admiration. Tiriel watched him approach, a slight frown on her forehead. She was taller than him, something he found quite strange, but he ignored the height differences, and the fact that she was an Elf, and smiled at her.

"Thank you." He said gratefully, looking towards the company, who were all talking happily with Eve, and kept giving her hugs. She nodded her head at him.

"You have nothing to thank me for." She replied, a small smile appearing on her face. Her green eyes sparkled, there was something, almost, fascinating about them and Fili looked away, a slight reddish tinge on his cheeks.

"I am sorry my uncle spoke to you so… disrespectfully." He mumbled, embarrassed at the dwarf king's treatment of her. She laughed lightly, glancing at Thorin.

"I was expecting nothing less; I know dwarves and elves do not usually mix." She replied, her face void of any expression. Fili looked at the black eagle next to him in awe.

"Where did you find him? Is he yours?" he asked, hoping to not offend. She smiled, looking up at the giant bird.

"His name is Dûrion, I rescued him many years ago, and now he is my loyal ally." The dwarf nodded, cautiously reaching out a hand to stroke its feathers. Tiriel watched him, that smile still gracing her features. Fili's fingers gently brushed against Dûrion's feathers, and he smiled at the silkiness of them. Tiriel raised her eyebrows.

"He hasn't tried to kill you yet, so that's a good thing." she said, grinning good-humouredly at him. A shout from behind them made Fili turn around, and he saw his uncle glaring at him, motioning for him to return to the group. He looked back at the elf, smiling apologetically.

"Excuse me, Milady." He started to walk towards the group, but Tiriel called him back.

"You never told me your name, master dwarf." She said, tilting her head slightly. He grinned, his eyes crinkling in the corners.

"Fili, at your service." He told her, bowing politely. She nodded at him, and Fili reluctantly made his way back to the company.

A/N Sorry about the late update, I was having a LOT of trouble writing this, and I wanted it to sound as reasonable as possible! XD

My mystery character is revealed! It took me soooooooooooooooooo long to work her in!

I literally spent 2 hours writing a timeline, just a timeline! And then another few hours writing this chapter! *my brain has died*

I HAD to have Always Look on the Bright Side of Life! (My brother hates it, so I sing it a lot to annoy him!) Plus, I needed something cheerful!

Elvish meanings~

Glass nín le achened, Manen se? – It is my joy to see you again, how is she?

Dae lhaew, pul-man dulu enni? – Very ill, can you help me? - Very loosely translated I'm afraid!

Maer. – Yes

Le hannon. – Thank you

Tiriel means watchful, you will realise the importance of this further on! ;) Dûrion means dark one.

Please Review! I really need to know what you think of this! And any food is welcome! ~Littlelots ^.^