"Warg scouts! We have to leave." Thorin ordered.

"We can't the ponies have bolted!" Ori said, running into the clearing.

"Who did you tell off your quest besides your kin?" Gandalf asked, going on the offensive.

"No one." Thorin growled.

"Who did you tell?" He seemed more persistent.

"NO ONE I SWEAR! What's going on?" Thorin's eyes held a heavy look.

"You are being hunted." Gandalf said, and half the company let out a groan of disappointment.

"I'll draw them off!" Rhadaghast announced.

"These are Gundabarg wargs, they'll out run you." Gandal protested and Tharwen stared on in disbelief.

"These are Rhosgobel rabbits, I'd like to see them try." He gave a wicked grin and sped off leading the wargs away.

'Nope, not a good day to run.' Tharwen thought as she ran with the company.

"This way!" Gandalf ordered as they ran from the rock they hid behind.

"Where are you leading us?" Thorin asked suspiciously from next to Gandalf.

When Gandalf did not reply to his question he sent silent glares at his back.

Tharwen knew why the dwarf was so mistrustful, but yet, for a wizard like Gandalf. 'Does he not have any sense?' She wondered, running after Gandalf, who had taken off to the direction off the Hidden Pass.

"There's more coming!" Fili alerted the others.

"We're surrounded!" Bofur yelled.

"Where's Gandalf?!" Dwalin asked roughly, turning around watching the orcs draw closer.

"He's abandoned us!" Gloin growled angrily.

"KILI! SHOOT THEM!" Thorin screamed.

Fili twisted and turned to keep an eye on the oncomming wargs.

Tharwen drew her twin short swords and looked around at the dwarves.

"This way you fools!" Gandalf cried, he was at the Hidden Pass.

'Well no need for name calling.' Tharwen bit back a sarcastic remark.

"Run!" She said, trying to get the others attention.

The others ran for the Hidden Pass, Tharwen drew a few daggers and threw them at the wargs, hitting one dead in the eye. It howled and charged straight at her.

"Oh crap!" She scrambled back and tripped over a rock that jut out from the ground.

"THARWEN!" Fili shouted, seeing what happened as he turned to look back.

The warg lunged and she slashed at it's face. It drew back quickly and let out a yowl as another sword slash into it's neck, then it's riders.

"Get up!" Thorin yelled, grabbing her arm and hoisting her up.

"KILI!" Thorin yelled and the lad came running to the hidden pass.

"You alright?" Bilbo asked worried.

"Yeah, fine." She said, rubbing her shoulder. "Just fine."

"Your shoulder." He said, moving towards Oin.

"Nope, come here Bilbo." She grabbed his arm and pulled him back. "You don't tell anyone about this, it's an old injury, just flared up again. Leave it be and it'll be fine."

"But.."

"But nothing Bilbo." She said, closing her eyes, pinching the bridge off her nose.

"Fine. Just get it looked at, for me?" Bilbo pleaded.

"What ever, follow the others." She said, pushing him after the rest off the company.

She felt the walls, running her hands over the stones and breathing in the smell only she could recognize. 'Smells like oak, some pipe weed, although that might be the dwarfs. The water, I can smell it... I can feel it flowing.' She thought

"The Valley of Imlardis." Gandalf said. "In the common tongue it's known by another name.."

"Rivendell." Bilbo breathed, just as Tharwen whispered something in a different tongue.

"Isha'kes-nith. The last Homely House to the East."

"You've been here before Tharwen. Do you remember?" Gandalf asked, before turning his attention to Thorin.

"Was this your plan all along? To seek refuge with our enemy." He accused.

"You have no enemies here Thorin Oakenshield. The only ill will to be found is the one you bring yourself." Gandalf rebuked.

Thorin huffed.

"Leave the talking to me, or Lady Tharwen." Gandalf warned and lead the group down to the gates.

An elf with long brown hair, walked down the steps to greet the company, Gandalf and Tharwen at the head off the group.

"Mirthrandir." An elf greeted them, hugging Gandalf.

"Ah Lindir."

"We heard you crossed into the Valley." Lindir spoke in Elvish, Tharwen registering and translating the language in her head.

"Lady Tharwen." Lindir acknowledged. "Mellon nin. How are you?"

"Good thank you Lindir." She gave a nod.

"We must speak to Lord Elrond."

"My Lord Elrond is not here." Lindir said, giving Tharwen a sneaky glance.

"And where is he?" Gandalf asked, catching the glance.

A horn sounded and a group of elves, on horses, paraded in. Causing the dwarves to close ranks, separating Loki and Gandalf from the rest of them.

"Mirthrandir." Lord Elrond said, getting down from his horse, 'least they don't ride elks like Thranduil does' Thorin thought as he watched Lord Elrond hug Gandalf.

"Mellon nin."Gandalf said, in a small bow. "Wovin eth?"

"Faran el vlamos, thio lo dos haran, dagane farin una yeathewin." Elrond replied before turning to Tharwen and bowing slightly.

"Milady Tharwen, ion sell, it's good to see you titta mine." Lord Elrond gave Tharwen a hug before stepping back to look check Tharwen for injuries..

"Ada!" Twin yells came from behind the company and party of elves and two elves barrelled into Lord Elrond, clinging to him.

"Elladan, Elrohir. Get off me we have guests. You'll be happy to see who it is." He grumbled.

"Tharwen!" The two yelled and Tharwen was on the ground with two elves planting sloppy kisses on her face.

"Oi! Off you two! Ge'off! I'll cut off your hair you little prats!" Tharwen yelled thrashing under the weight off the two elfs.

Lord Elrond pulled Elladan and Elrohir off Tharwen by their hair and smacked them both on the shoulder.

"Behave." He warned, then helped Tharwen up.

"I hope your company will stay for dinner to replenish your supplies?" Elrond asked, looking from Gandalf to Tharwen, to Thorin.

"Of course." Gandalf replied.

"Tharwen your old room is still there if you want to stay." Elrond said. "Although I expect you'll be with Elladan, Elrohir and Lindir tonight."

Tharwen nodded and ran off will Elladan and Elrohir.

He said knowingly to Lindir. "Go with them, see that they don't break anything while they're at it have fun too Lindir."

Lindir nodded before turning and running after the three yelling. "Wait for me you little idiots!"

"No!" The company sat up as Tharwen and Lindir ran through the group, dodging the fire and too Tharwen's bedroll, pulling the blanket over their heads.

Elladan and Elrohir ran in, bare-chested and their hair now a bright green.

"Come here you little orcs!" Elladan said, tackling the two on the grounds and tickling them.

Elladan joined in the tickling mercilessly and Lindir began shrieking.

"Don't cut up our favourite tunics!"

"Don't dye our hair green!"

"And don't put make up on our faces and show half the guards!" They both said before Tharwen poked her head out from under the blanket.

"We surrender!" She said between gasps.

"Good." The twins said sitting back and panting. "We hate chasing you two around the place, you both are fast."

"Yeah cause we're younger than you two." Lindir said sticking his tongue out childishly.

"Only by a couple off centuries!" Elrohir protested.

"Four centuries to be exact." Tharwen said, ducking a small swipe to her head.

"Four off, you behave." Dwalin's gruff voice came from the side.

"We are." Tharwen retorted, dodging another swipe.

"Why do they get to have fun?" Kili whined.

"Yeah." Fili agreed with his brother.

"We could go dwarves vs elves?" Kili suggested and the green haired twins looked at him curiously.

"But we get Tharwen right?" Lindir asked.

"No fair! We want Tharwen on our side." Nori protested.

"Enough. I'm half dwarf, half elf, I'll be neutral." Tharwen said, and Lindir automatically latched onto one off her outstretched arm.

"Lindir." She warned.

Elladan and Elrohir latched onto her as well.

"Oh Eru save me, can someone get these prats off me?" She asked.

"Nope, you're on your own." Bofur said, shrugging his shoulders.

"Fine..." She scowled but then leaned against a pillar.

Dwalin, Fili, Kili, Bofur, Nori and Thorin were still awake. Tired, but awake.

"They're adorable." Dwalin admitted.

"I feel like a creep watching the four off them." Fili said.

"We're dwarves not creeps."

"Isn't this spying?" Kili asked.

"Not really, no, just,... keeping watch, that's it." Nori said.

"So spying on them."

"What are you all whispering about?" Thorin asked, his voice was pretty loud.

"Shh, they're asleep." Dwalin shushed.

"Who?" Thorin lowered his voice.

Dwalin pointed to Tharwen, Elladan, Elrohir and Lindir asleep in a tangle off limbs pressed against each other.

"Now I wanna cuddle." Bofur said.

"You have Bombur and Bifur." Kili pointed out.

"They don't like my hat!" He protested.

"Then go cuddle Nori or something." Fili said.

"Uh-huh no, I have enough with Dori trying." Nori argued.

"Mmm, Elladan." Tharwen groaned and hugged Elladan tighter than she had before.

Lindir had one hand mused in Elrohir's hair and another holding onto Elladan's arm while sandwhiching Tharwen and Elladan in between him and Elrohir, who had one hand on his brother's shoulder and another wrapped around Tharwen.

"You're more fond off her than you realize Thorin Oakenshield." Gandalf said, causing Thorin to turn away from the sight off the four off them.

"What are you saying Gandalf?" Thorin narrowed his eyes.

"I'm saying your yearning is obvious Thorin Oakenshield. But I warn you, your feelings may not be returned."

"I have no feelings for her."

"You keep thinking that Thorin." Gandalf mused and left him be.

'What is it? It just draws me too you, is it that you have no care for us, that you have no love for gold, or is it the solemn look you have when Gloín talks about his wife and child. I want to know.' Thorin thinks as he returns his gaze to Tharwen, all snug, protectively cuddled by the three elves.

His thoughts began to wonder, back to what Lord Elrond had said.

So that is your purpose, to enter the mountain?

There are some who would not deem it wise.

You bring her into this, if she comes back with a single scratch, you'll feel the wrath of the House of Elrond, my woodland kin in the Mirkwood forest, the men who follow the Tharkens and the Tharkens themselves.

If she dies, prepare for war, Thorin Oakenshield, against the Lonely Mountain.

She has suffered more greatly in her life, she has lost everything that means something to her over what you now seek.

Look after her Thorin Oakenshield, do not let her give her life when she has so much more to live for.

And he said to Gandalf, that someone else knew off their quest before it had been set in motion.

You are not the only one to watch over middle earth.

'What have you lost?' Thorin wondered, and found himself reaching out, pulling back his hand, he turned over to face away from the three and let sleep take over him.

Elvish translations:

Mellon nin = my friend.

Wovin eth = where have you been?

Faran el vlamos, thio lo dos haran, dagane farin una yeathewin = We've been hunting a pack of orcs that came up from the south, we slew a number off them near the hidden pass.

Ion sell = My daughter.

titta mine = little one.

Ada = Father/Dad.

Tharken translations (note, these are my own thing):

Isha'kes-nith = Rivendell.