As they made their way down the same path Bilbo had used before to begin his adventure Elizabeth felt something was going to change. Pushing the thoughts out of her head though she gave a small smile to Bilbo as they walked along the path towards the forest on the edge of the shire border.

Turning Elizabeth gave the Shire one last look as she prepared herself to move forward in this new adventure.

"Come along my dear it will be alright, I know you fear the memories you will remember but you need them to remember what he gave you not what you lost,"

"Would you judge me if I told you I did something forbidden before leaving Erebor,"

"No dear, why what did you do," sighing Elizabeth walked ahead of Bilbo a few paces.

"Perhaps I will tell you another night Bilbo," and wrapped her arms around herself although it was not cold.

Bilbo didnt like how Elizabeth was acting but knew he couldn't push for a answer to what she did and ran forward to catch up in step with her on their goal to Rivendell.

It was the fourth night on their journey when they came upon the burnt farmhouse from the last time. Tieing up the ponies they had purchased in Bree along the way, Elizabeth set upon making camp there instead of where it was held before.

Bilbo watched her with sad eyes knowing she was still mourning her family. The letters weekly from the company and from Thorin's sister Dis helped but he knew that one space in her heart was unfillable.

Elizabeth had made a simple broth for dinner and ate silently with Bilbo.

"I casted a ancient elvish spell," at Elizabeth's words Bilbo dropped his spoon in shock thankfully the spoon held no broth.

"You what?,"

"I casted the ancient spell of sacrifice, when i was younger I snuck behind my parent's back and learned it, and casted it. Goodnight Bilbo," Elizabeth said leaving Bilbo sitting in shock at how she just dropped that tidbit of information and turned in for the night.

Mumbling to himself he was sure she would tell him more but in time. Although he was known for his patietence this was one thing he had none for.

He sat guard for the night they knew that there were still orcs and goblins who lived that held grudges for the death of the goblin king and of Azog and Bolg. He looked over at Elizabeth who had her back against the somewhat sturdy remains of the wall of the farmhouse. He could see her eyes twitching and knew shortly she would awaken from a night terror most likely the same that always haunted her the deaths of her boys during the Battle of Five Armies.

"NO!," Elizabeth shouted out as she startled herself awake.

"Settle down its ok just a night terror young one," Bilbo said trying to sooth her as she wept in his arms.

"Why Bilbo, why must I bear that moment constantly,"

"It is a curse Elizabeth but you must remember no matter what you see that day in your night terrors those three boys loved you despite you being a elf,"

"True," Elizabeth replied taking the offered cloth from Bilbo to wipe her tears away.

"There now no more tears in those beautiful eyes of yours," Bilbo said as he opened her bag and took out a piece of Lembas bread breaking it in half for them both.

Smiling Elizabeth nibbled on her piece as Bilbo moved beside her his eyes watching as the dawn rose over the horizon.

He knew they had to move on but he was content on letting Elizabeth rest for a bit more to sooth her aching heart before they travelled further towards Rivendell.

When the sun fully shined upon them they packed their belongings and made their way to the troll hoard. Bilbo couldn't belive the wretched smell was still there but that didn't stop Elizabeth. She entered like a women on a mission and she was for inside was the last dwarven sword of her one.

Finding it Elizabeth held it close remembering all the times Thorin had used his dwarven sword before he gained Orcrist. Taking it Elizabeth slipped it under her sword belt beside her own Lothlorien sword and stood a little straighter with the proudness she felt of bearing her one's sword.

Turning she noticed Bilbo sweeping coins up into his coin bag.

"What we will need it along the journey,"

"Aye we will," Elizabeth laughed as she tossed hers to him to fill as well.

After the bags were filled they exited the troll hoard and made their way back to the path and gathered their ponies from where they grazed.

"Elizabeth what did you sacrifice for your boys?," Bilbo randomly asked needing to know what his dearest friend got herself into.

"I casted the spell and asked Aule, Yavanna, and Mahal to take my immortality, soul, and life for theirs,"

"Oh Elizabeth," Bilbo said sympathcially.

"Didnt work obviously they arent here," nodding in understanding he remained silent as they made their way over the rocks in the same area where the wargs chased them in the beginning.

"Hail and well met daughter of Galadriel," came Lindor's voice from their left.

"Hail and well met my friend, how fares my uncle Elrond,"

"In perfect health as is your cousins and Estel,"

"I have missed them, Bilbo and I have come to rest at Rivendell for awhile it was time to leave the Shire,"

"Understandable, this way," he replied turning his horse to lead them to the entrance surrounded by a host of guards.

As they entered Rivendell it felt like the magic was healing them. Bilbo felt happier and lighter then he ever felt in the Shire, and Elizabeth felt freer from the mourning pain she held within her heart. This is where they would stay Elizabeth knew it already even if Bilbo didn't this was their stopping point of their journey a perfect place to heal from all their wounds mentally and physically and for that she was truly happy about.