A/N: Hi everyone! I hope you're enjoying my story so far. As you notice I make changes from the original story now and then and that is only so it will fit with Daenerys being in Middle Earth. Thank you for reviewing :) Here is chapter 6!

Chapter 6

Since the company left the Trollshaws everything had gone rather smoothly. They had come to a troll cave where they found treasure, lots of it. They also figured out the cave belonged to the three trolls they had met in the forest before. The only things they brought with them however were three swords; Orcrist, Glamdring and Sting. High Elves in a city named Gondolin a long time ago forged Glamdring, Dany learned. Gandalf took it as his own sword. Thorin took Orcrist, which was also forged by High Elves in Gondolin. Gandalf called it "the mate of Glamdring" without really explaining what that meant. The last sword, Sting, wasn't really a sword but an Elven knife. Gandalf gave it to Bilbo and since it was small, Bilbo would probably be able to use it as a sword without any problems.

Daenerys rode in silence, reflecting on the events that had occurred during the last couple of days. They had met up with another wizard, Radagast the Brown, who lived in the forest in what Dany saw as a combination of a hut and a tree. In fact he lived under tree roots. He had told them about meeting the Necromancer at Dol Guldur. The Necromancer was also known as Sauron, the dark lord who many years ago made the One Ring, a ring that according to Gandalf had the power to enslave all people in Middle Earth. But only if Sauron got it back. Where the ring was now, no one knew. Dany was curious about this, she had overheard Gandalf and Radagast discuss it on their own and couldn't resist asking them what they had been talking about. Clearly not wanting to say anything they still gave her a very short explanation, which is why she wanted to know more. She was unsure whether to ask him or not but decided to do it.

"Are there more rings like that, like the ring that you and Radagast spoke about?" She asked the wizard as they walked across the plains. Luckily they were slightly ahead of the others so there was no risk that they would be heard.

"There are, but not nearly as powerful as the one that Sauron wants. Three rings were made for the elves, seven for the dwarf lords and nine were given to the race of men. Sauron made these rings to try to seduce all the races into evil. The nine men soon became victims to the power of their rings and eventually became Nazgûl, ring wraiths, they are neither living or dead. They only serve the Dark Lord and can only die if the One Ring is destroyed. The only way to defeat Sauron is to destroy the ring. It has gone missing for several years and no one has found it. It can only be destroyed in the fires of Mount Doom where it was made. Mount Doom is located in the land of Mordor, which is Sauron's strong hold. He searches for it every day and every night with his big eye from the great fortress of Barad-dûr where he resides."

Dany frowned, trying to take in all this new information. Was there an even bigger malice threatening the people of Middle Earth? "So first we have Smaug to worry about and then that Sauron might take over Middle Earth, am I correct?"

Gandalf couldn't help but chuckle, "Yes you are. But one thing at time Daenerys, as long as Sauron doesn't know where the ring is then we do not have to focus on that. Or at least I hope so..."

"Why didn't the dwarves and elves become victims to their rings? Are they stronger in a way?"

"The dwarves did, they became so obsessed with treasure and their greed became their fall. The elves hid theirs from Sauron for a long time but used them very little for healing purposes. Men has always been weak and desired power above all other things in this world and that is the reason why the One Ring never was destroyed in the first place."

Dany didn't want Gandalf to stop; this started to become even more interesting. "Has anyone tried to destroy it before?"

"When the Last Alliance of men and elves fought the armies of Mordor several years ago, prince Isildur of Gondor managed to cut the ring from Sauron's hand. Immediately Elrond Half Elven told Isildur to follow him into he fires of Mount Doom to destroy it. Isildur however was already seduced by the ring and refused. The ring eventually led Isildur to his death. He tried to catch it when it fell into the water in an ambush and enemies shot arrows at him so he drowned. That was the last time anyone saw the ring, at least for common knowledge."

Daenerys couldn't help but worry again. "If the ring is found, Sauron surely will do anything in his power to have it. Will all the races be able to unite to find him? Considering the great conflict that is going on between dwarves and elves?"

"Indeed he will, Daenerys. But like I said, now is not the time to think of things that we cannot yet affect."

Dany felt somewhat ashamed and looked down at her hands that were holding the reins in a tight grip. "Forgive me Gandalf, all this is still so new to me and I had no idea I would become a part of such a big adventure when I arrived here."

Gandalf put a hand on her shoulder in a comforting gesture, "It is all right, I understand. You are young and still learning, Daenerys Stormborn. There is still a lot of time to adapt to this new life and I have no doubt you will. You have already been accepted by the main part of our company, even the dwarf lord himself, and that is something you should be very proud of. If you want to ask something, I will do my best to be able to answer it."

Dany felt comforted, "Thank you Gandalf, you are always so encouraging. I know I will ask you many questions but it feels safe to know that you are there for me."

With those words, Dany felt that now was not the time to push the subject about Sauron further. She watched as Gandalf lit his pipe, which was something Dany had learned both he and Bilbo enjoyed. She then looked back at the rest of the company, her violet eyes met Thorin's blue ones and they exchanged a small smile. Gandalf was right, that this big group of men had accepted her and especially their leader was something she should be proud of and she felt it.

Next day Thorin had asked Kili to go ahead to look for dangers. Kili was the scout of the group and a very good one at that. It was now past lunchtime and Daenerys was talking to Bofur who she had learned was a really funny man, always joking and always in a good mood. One time Daenerys couldn't stop laughing at his hat and he immediately caught that, thankfully he wasn't angry but only said that he is used to it. Suddenly, he asked her something she definitely wasn't prepared for:

"I have been curious for a time, what is in that box that you carry with you? It looks rather heavy and big for just some small, simple thing."

Dany felt nervous, there was no way she could tell the truth, at least not yet. But at the same time she didn't really want to lie either because one day the truth would eventually come out; that she had three dragons waiting to be hatched.

"It is something that is dearly precious to me which I cannot tell anyone."

Bofur raised his eyebrows, "Oh I can see it's something very precious, you do not let it get out of your sight. Is it something that is typical for where you come from, you know like a memory so you will not forget your family?"

"Well yes, in a way. I wouldn't say that it is something that only exists where I come from but you are right in what you said. I cannot say more than that, a woman must have her secrets." She smiled pleadingly towards him, hoping to end the conversation.

"Aye I suppose you're right. Sorry, was just curious. Where…"

Bofur didn't have time to say more until they caught sight of Kili who came running towards them at full speed. When he came to Thorin he raised his voice as high as he could, breathing hard from running:

"Wargs! There are wargs and orcs ahead!"

Gandalf, who had walked at the back of the line, was suddenly at Kili's side.

"How far ahead are they and could you see how many?"

"Maybe two miles unless they haven't moved, they were currently resting or so it seemed. Gandalf, I don't think we will make it past them, we have to prepare for battle. There was at least ten wargs with one orc on each back. There are more out there because I heard howls in the distance."

Dany had turned around and listened to their conversation, feeling panicked. What would she do? The trolls being seemingly slow and stupid were one thing but wargs could run fast and had teeth sharp as butchers' knives. She had never seen them in Essos but had heard stories about them. Orcs she knew less about, only that they were evil creatures. She had to ask Gandalf for advice so she rode towards the trio.

"Gandalf, what should I do? I am the only one in the company with a horse right now."

While slightly patting Mist's mane, Gandalf said:

"You must ride away from here, Daenerys. Ride the fastest you can towards Rivendell and we will meet you there."

Dany looked at him with big eyes, not believing his words. There was no way she could find the way to Rivendell without his guidance. Also, what if the wargs and orcs picked up her trail and started hunting her, could she really outrun them?

"No, Mithrandir. How am I supposed to find the way to Rivendell without you? I can't do this. What if they catch me? Please let me stay and fight, let me prove myself. " Daenerys basically pleaded, not able to control her words and thoughts as panic and stress started to fill up her whole body. Even Mist could sense it, moving her hooves in a nervous way.

"Ride away from the sun and you will find the way. You can do this, Daenerys. Now is not the time for you to fight, it will come soon enough"

Gandalf then whispered something in Mist's ear, which Dany could neither hear nor understand. After he finished, Mist gave him a slight nudge and he laughed. What had he said to her? Before heading towards Bilbo and the other dwarves, taking Kili with him, he whispered a final "Ride fast, and do not look behind." and gave her a final encouraging smile and pat on the shoulder. A booming voice interrupted her racing thoughts:

"You must listen to Gandalf, Daenerys. Ride as fast as you can! Right now there is no other way."

She looked down at the dwarf lord who now was standing right next to her, formerly keeping his distance. His right hand was on her saddle, close to her body. For some reason, his words calmed her a bit. She was still scared though, very scared.

"Thorin, I can't do this. I'm frightened, what if something happens to anyone of you? How is Mist supposed to find the way to Rivendell? Shouldn't I take Bilbo with me, he has never fought."

"Now is not the time to think, just do as he said." Then he reached for Dany's hand with his left and held it over hers, something that made her both jump slightly in the saddle and relax on the inside. With his right hand he made a "come hither" motion and she bent down. "I know you can do this, I trust you Daenerys Targaryen. Take yourself to safety and do not think about us, my men and me are all skilled fighters."

Suddenly Dany felt a courage she had never felt before. Yes, she and Mist would take themselves to safety. She smiled a reassuring smile and fastened her grip on Thorin's much bigger hand.

"I will do my best Thorin. Stay safe and protect each other."

He smiled back and nodded. Without thinking their heads moved closer and closer, as if there was an invisible power pulling at them. Suddenly they both heard howls that made them look behind them. Not far away they saw what Kili had seen; ten wargs with orcs on their backs. Dany looked with big eyes, never had she thought the beasts would look that big. In her mind she had always thought of them as the wolves from her world but bigger. These looked like some giant, ugly dog breed. Thorin immediately let go of her hand.

"Go Daenerys, now!"

Those where the last words Dany heard before she took off in the same direction as Gandalf had told her to, away from the sun. She barely had time to think and didn't have the chance to look back.

As someone who hadn't galloped at high speed before and certainly not while in danger, Dany felt the adrenaline rush through her veins as Mist ran faster and faster. She knew that the mare was a strong one but not this strong and most certainly not this fast. Could it be some of Gandalf's magic?

Time passed and Mist never lost her speed, she kept running as Daenerys sometimes had to struggle to keep herself in the saddle. Then Dany heard sounds she absolutely didn't want to hear; howls and not far away, actually it sounded as if they were close. Dany looked backwards and then saw them; two big, vile looking creatures running after her and on their backs were what she assumed orcs. Dany screamed at Mist to increase her speed even more and so she did but it was too late, the wargs got closer and closer.

It didn't take long before she had one beast on each side of her. The one on her left side was just about to attack her when it fell to the ground, seemingly hit by an arrow. Who did that? There was no way the dwarves were around. The other warg, however, didn't stop its hunt. The orc on the back raised his sword towards Dany who the whole time kept her focus on the enemy on her right while Mist just kept galloping. When he swung it Dany barely managed to duck her head so he missed. At the same moment, the beast got hold of Mist's front leg with its giant jaws. The gallop came to an abrupt halt and Dany fell forward, hitting the ground hard. She landed with her face down and screamed in pain as she hit both her front and her head. Groaning, she tried the best way she could to turn around and to her horrifying sight Mist lay on the ground together with the warg, the beast appeared to be dead but Mist was still moving slightly. The mare had a big, bleeding wound in her leg and let out neighs of pain. This warg also had an arrow in the side. Was there someone out there to protect them? Who and why? Did they know about the quest?

Trying to crawl forward with the help of her arms, Dany couldn't stop the tears from falling now while she looked at her precious mare. There was something else; her dragon eggs! The box looked intact and she knew the eggs wouldn't break that easy, that was at least some relief but Dany didn't feel anything else but pain right now. Her whole body ached from the fall, there was a shooting pain in her right upper abdomen and she had probably hit her head hard as well because she could feel she was bleeding from there. As she glanced to her right, the orc that sat on the warg came towards her. Dany just stared at him as he stood right in front of her and wielded his sword, a grim sneering look on his face. This is it, this is the end. I am dead now. Just before he was about to strike her, an arrow hit him, the same type as the ones who killed the wargs. He fell to the ground right away, his stinking body odour reaching Dany's nostrils. As if the pain wasn't enough, she could feel her insides turn and then her food came up the same way it had gone down earlier in the day.

Feeling sick and disgusted both thanks to the headache and the smell of the orc corpse and her own vomit, Daenerys lost the power in her arms that had held her up and fell to the ground. She laid there, tears falling from her eyes and blood trickling from her head. She wished she could see Mist but it was like all of her strength had left her. Not even being able to keep her eyes open anymore she closed them, giving in to the unknown. Vague voices could be heard in the distance but as she grew more and more tired they sounded more and more far away. Then everything went black.