Hello Darling,

Surprise another chapter out so soon! hahah I found myself on a roll and with a few positive reviews i found myself on a writing spree so enjoy haha. If you'd like to see anything specific happen or have any ideas of what could happen later down the track let me know :) would love to hear your thoughts.

Pandora~

That night I spent most of my time talking to Gandalf about the battles I've been in and my world customs, some of which he was most intrigued about.

"So Man, or as you call them 'Humans', don't know you exist?" He asked not quite believing that a whole race can go undetected.

"Yes, and those that do mostly try and kill us off" I say like it was nothing.

Gandalf shakes his head out of disgust, "Why would they do such a thing"

"No one knows how the feud started, only that it has been long and on going since our kind was born"

The cabin was pitch black apart from the glowing of the fire behind, casting few shadows on the wall, no sounds could be heard outside, the night was still.

Gandalf nods his head understandingly, he breaks eye contact and looks around the room, his face slightly tenses when he realises what time it is.

"Oh I didn't know it was so late!" he quickly stood up, his robe swaying from the motion. "I better return to my friends, before they get into trouble" He looks back down at me "Your welcome to join, we might find some answers, of how you got here, with the Elves" he suggests.

I slowly stood up "Ok, If its no trouble"

"No trouble at all" he smiled and strode over to the door and held it open for me to exit.

I smiled back at him, picked my gauntlets of the table and headed outside into the dark wilderness. I heard the door shutting and Gandalf came and stood by my side. He pointed with his staff the direction to go in. We started out journey in complete blackness, which wasn't a problem for me as my eyes where accustomed to being in darkness, but for Gandalf on the other hand, it wasn't as easy.

It wasn't too soon when we walked into the camp site of his friends, although his friends where no where to be seen.

"Now what have they gotten themselves into" He mumbled to himself as he approached the dead fire pit. I bend down next to him and put my hand in the grey remands of the fire, rubbing the ash between my thumb and fingers.

"The ash is warm, they must have only just left" I state as I stand back up wiping my hand on my thigh as I do so.

Loud bombing voices could be heard to the left, I looked at Gandalf waiting for him to say that they where his friends.

"Those voices are not of my friends" worry laced his eyes as he rushed off into the direction of the voices we just heard.

We both ran up a very steep and rocky hill, the dawn just breaking over the mountains and warming our backs. We crouched behind a boulder and peered over the top, what I saw slightly shocked me. There where 3 giant things was the best way to describe them, arguing over a bunch of very short men some of which where on a giant spit.

"What are they?!" I whispered in awe and slight disgust as I just saw one pick its nose.

"Trolls" he answers back.

I don't take my eyes off the scene in front, it was all very intriguing.

"You think I don't know what you're up to? This little ferret is taking us for fools?" one the them shouted trying to persuade his fellow brothers that something was not right.

I hear shuffling next to me, I turn to look at Gandalf, he was slowly standing up, once fully upright he lifted his staff and stood on top of the rock we where hiding behind.

"The dawn will take you all!" he shouted fearlessly.

Gandalf then strikes down on the rock with his staff, splitting it in half, allowing the sunlight to pour into the clearing making everyone go silent. When the sunlight touched the trolls' skin, they began to slowly turn into stone amidst loud screams and howls of pain. Within seconds the three trolls are nothing more than statues. A loud cheer was heard as the little men cheered with relief and excitement, whist the ones on the spit looked uncomfortable. I slowly stood up and stood next to the man of the hour, Gandalf, and the cheers soon stopped when the men realised there was a unknown person.

We descended the hill, taking our time as not to trip and fall. Once we reached the bottom Gandalf approached the spit and started untying the men, seeing as the others where still in sacks, I decided to help too. I approached one man, his eyes where ice blue so much so if you stared too long you found yourself shivering, his hair was long, longer than mine in fact and looked so soft it put mine to shame. I bent down and broke the rope with my hands, my hands brushed against his, they where hard and ruff showing he was a hard working man. I then pull the sack off of his legs and again snap the rope that bounded his legs together. Once he was free he stood up, it was then I realised how short they actually where. I'm not tall by all means a messily 5'2 but compared to this man I looked tall for once in my life, it was after I gave his body a quick scan I again realised that these men where not men, they where dwarves. I didn't even know dwarves existed but then again I didn't know trolls did either.

It was the sounds of a cough that brought me out of my thoughts, I looked at the man or should I saw dwarf in front of me with a raised eyebrow. He simply nodded his head and let out a mumble that sounded like a thank you. I slowly stand up, unsure of how to react to his praise or lack there off, so I simply nod my head and go help the others that where still bound.

Once all the dwarfs where freed Gandalf walks to the closet troll statue and thumps it with his staff, a please smile on his face. The first dwarf I 'rescued' approached Gandalf and and started to talk, It looked personal of some sorts and so I stood silently to the side and looked around the group I would now accompany; I chuckled to myself, if only my friends back home could see me now, conversing and tailing the 'good guys', they would not believe me even if I brought home an image to prove it.

"What are you laughing at?" I head a voice ask, I look down to see a dwarf with a funny hat and braided pigtails sticking out from underneath.

"The situation I have found myself in" I answer with a small smile.

"And what might that be?" he asked again.

I look towards Gandalf deep in conversation, he however looks up and me and winks then goes back to conversing with his friend. I look down at the man.

"The trouble it looks like I have found" I laughed, leave it to me to find trouble even in a distant world far from my own. The dwarf looks at me then joins in on my laughter.

"The names Bifur, my lady" he beems.

"Nice to meet you Bifur, I'm Lucy Dalca" I smile.

Gandalf clears his throat indicating he wanted everyone's attention, which he got straight away, as all conversations stopped and gained a lot of stairs, eager to find out what was to happen next.

"There has to be a cave somewhere around here, in which the trolls used. We must find it" He stated with enthusiasm.

"It should give us some answers as to why they where so far away from their home land" reiterated the dwarf, who I presumed was the leader of this expedition.

He quickly glanced in my direction and as soon as our eyes met he turned around and headed out of the clearing and into the forest near by, he was soon followed by his fellow kin leaving myself and Gandalf at the back of the group. Gandalf reassuringly smiles at me as we follow the people in front.