I just have a quick question for you guys: Do you like the personal perspective better (ex. using I/me) or when I do a third person perspective (ex. using name/he/she) for my characters. I've been moving towards more of the third person perspective, but I feel like some opportunities for humor are missed. Also, I've had some complaints about chapters bouncing between first perspective and third. So I've just been wondering what you guys think (:

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Kyrie:

The sight before us was truly frightening.

About twenty large wargs, most of them being ridden by large Orcs, were speeding after Radagast. The Orcs and their beasts were howling something awful. The Orcs were jeering and calling to each other in Black Language, which caused a shiver to roll up my spine.

"Come on!" Gandalf said, ready to lead the company across the plains. Hurriedly, we followed after the Wizard, holding our breaths in hopes that the wargs wouldn't catch any sight or sound from us. Thankfully, the wind was blowing away from us, so they weren't likely to catch our scents. Gandalf led us behind a large rock formation, where we stopped to catch our breath.

"Stay together! Move!" Gandalf shouted, preparing us to leave the semi-safety of the rock formation. Just as we were about to move, Radagast zoomed by us, driving the wargs straight past our hiding spot.

Had the old Wizard forgot that he was trying to take the attention away from us?

"Ori, no! Get back!" Thorin shouted, grabbing Ori just as he almost bolted out in view of the wargs. The little scribe paled as a massive warg stampeded over the grass he was just standing on.

"They're too close." I whispered worriedly, my eyes widening in panic as I felt the wind blow my bangs. "And the winds are changing! They could smell us!"

"Come on, quick!" Gandalf said, crouching down and peering around the edge of the rock for any more incoming wargs. Thorin grumbled, puffing his chest out like a male sparrow; and I knew he was going to start a fuss with the poor Wizard.

"Where are you leading us?" Thorin growled, only to be ignored by the Grey Wizard. Couldn't he see that Gandalf had more important things to do right now other than play twenty questions with him.

Suddenly, the sounds of sniffing and huffing caught my ears. I slowly raised my chin, looking up to the top of the rocks we were hiding against. Straight above us was an Orc mounted on his warg; both monstrosities sniffing the air for our scents. Quietly, Kili took a tentative step away from the rock and reading his bow. With an almost silent whip, Kili released an arrow, which hit its mark in the middle of the warg's head.

The beast fell to the ground with a large bang, and its rider didn't go down quietly either. Dwalin, Bifur, Dori, and Nori lunged upon the Orc and killed it with a few blows. It was too late though, because the sounds of the warg and the Orc dying were heard by their group.

"They know we're here!" I cried, seeing the head Orc-scout call to his kin, who began to charge in our direction. Radagast kept running, seemingly unaware that the Orc pack was no longer following him.

"Move! Run!" Gandalf shouted, beginning a fast paced run across the grassy plain. With no more cover, the wargs and the Orcs began to surround us from all sides and were closing in.

Growling, I spun on heel and threw one of my throwing daggers at one of the closest wargs. The blade rushed past Bilbo's shoulder and straight into the warg's forehead, causing the Hobbit to yelp and run faster.

"There!" Gloin shouted, spotting another warg come rocketing from the forest.

"This way!" Gandalf ordered, surprisingly not out of breath. "Quickly!"

The company continued to run, but we soon came to a screeching halt when we realized that we were surrounded on all sides. The Dwarves made a circle, shoving Bilbo and Ori in the middle. I was jammed into place between Bifur and Bombur and unsheathed some of my throwing daggers.

"There's more coming!" Kili said, releasing a few arrows towards the wargs.

"Kili! Shoot them!" Thorin shouted, holding his Elvish sword tightly.

"What do you think he's doing!?" I cried, quickly becoming angry when I realized that Gandalf had disappeared. "Where did that Wizard go!? Son of a bitch!"

"We're surrounded!" Fili growled, glowering at the Orcs who began closing in on us.

"Where is Gandalf?" Kili asked, wildly looking around. The grey Wizard was still nowhere in sight.

"He has abandoned us!" Dwalin shouted, nodding at Kili to begin shooting at the wargs and Orcs once more. As a group, we began to back-pedal towards a small out cropping of rocks. I felt something shove me forwards, and I realized in shock that it was Ori shouldering his way out of the safety of the inside ring. The young Dwarf readied his slingshot and hit an Orc in the middle of his face with a stone. The monster shook his head, momentarily stunned, before snarling down at the Dwarf.

I grabbed Ori by the back of his sweater and yanked him back. With a swing of my arm, one of my throwing daggers was imbedded deep into the Orc's neck. The blood was spurting like a fountain, drizzling down on us.

"Hold your ground!" Thorin ordered, seeing the Orcs become enraged at yet another death of their kin.

"This way, you fools!" Gandalf's voice bellowed over the growling of Orcs and wargs. We all spun around, catching sight of Gandalf popping out from a crevice in the rocks. Everyone froze for a millisecond, astounded and amazed that we might make it out of this situation alive.

"Come on, move! Quickly, all of you! Go, go go!" Thorin said, shoving his nephews towards the rocks. We all hustled towards the rocks, and I noticed that the crevice in the rocks was really a cave! I dove down the crevice face first, sliding down on my stomach and landing on my face.

Hey, I'd rather break my face than die!

"Kili! Run!" I heard Thorin shout from outside the cave. Doing a quick headcount, I realized that the entire company, minus Thorin and Kili, were safe in the cave. A moment later the Dwarf king and young prince came rolling into the cave at the same time as a loud horn trumpeted through the air.

"Are the Orcs calling for reinforcements?" I asked, the sound of the battle horn ringing in my ears. Gandalf frowned, but shook his head. The sound of battle began, and out of the opening above us, the corpse of an Orc came tumbling down. A long, decoratively embellished arrow was piercing the monster's chest. Thorin plucked the arrow out of the Orc's flesh and studied it with a disgusted look upon his face.

"Elves." Thorin growled, tossing the arrow to the ground. I felt unease seeping into my gut. The Elves were close, far too close. The company explored the small cave, and found no exit other than a small pathway at the back of the cavern.

"I cannot see where the pathway leads. Do we follow it or no?" Dwalin asked, narrowing his eyes at the pathway.

"Follow it, of course!" Bofur laughed, righting his hat that had become crooked during our run for survival.

"I think that would be wise." Gandalf said, seeming a little too happy. Then again, we did just live through a seemingly bleak situation, so I guess there isn't something such as too happy right now.

"That was close!" I said, leisurely stretching my arms over my head. The Dwarves around me grumbled in agreement. Bifur grumbled and nudged me with his shoulder.

'Made it out alive.' Bifur sighed with slow hands. I nodded and playfully nudged the axe-headed Dwarf back. We walked the narrow path for what seemed like hours. At some times the pathway was so narrow that the company had to walk in a single file line. My feet were aching and all I could dream of was a nice place to sleep.

Eventually, the pathway opened up and sunshine and fresh air swept against our worn faces. The most beautiful valley that I'd ever seen opened up before us, as if welcoming us with its sheer beauty.

"The Valley of Imraldis." Gandalf sighed happily, leaning on his staff with relief. "In the Common Tongue, it's known by another name."

"Rivendell." Bilbo whispered, seeming so awestruck that I think he stopped breathing.

So had I.

"Here lies the last Homely House east of the sea." Gandalf announced, as if we were about to attend a rather lavish birthday party instead of march into a city of beings that slaughtered my people.

"This was your plan all along, to seek refuge with our enemy." Thorin growled, crossing his arms over his chest.

At least someone shared my sentiments about the Elves.

"You have no enemies here, Thorin Oakenshield. The only ill-will to be found in this valley is that which you bring yourself." Gandalf said, sounding exasperated.

"Do you think the Elves will give our quest their blessing? They will try to stop us." Thorin barked, glaring down at the shimmering city; probably imaging it burning down.

"Don't worry; you're bringing them a gift. That'll make them less likely to imprison you." I commented, earning a small glare from the Grey Wizard.

"A-a gift?" Bilbo asked, confused.

"Yes." I hissed. "They might be running out of Fae skin. Or maybe Fae tears. Or Fae nails. You're bringing them fresh stock."

"Miss Kyrie, please." Gandalf stressed before turning back towards the Dwarf king. "Of course they will try to stop us. But we have questions that need to be answered. If we are to be successful, this will need to be handled with tact and respect and no small degree of charm. Which is why you will leave the talking to me."