Disclaimer: I own nothing you recognise in this chapter, 80% of the dialogue comes from the first Hobbit movie :)

A/N: So two chapters in a week, lets hope I can keep this up. Sorry for any spelling mistakes, I think I've got them all.

Hopefully this chapter answers a few things about why Ariana doesn't share that she's Fae and to answer a question from the lovely Outofthisworldgal: Ariana's wings will be coming out in spectacular fashion sometime after Mirkwood, but shh spoilers ;)

Chapter 15

Gandalf POV

I walked along side Lindir, wondering what on earth was going on. "It is far too early for a meeting. Where is Lord Elrond?" I asked and Lindir bowed, "It is not Lord Elrond that wishes to see you." He bowed again and walked away. I looked up and smiled, seeing the Lady Galadriel stood silhouetted against the sunrise. I bowed, "You honour me with your presence, Lady of the Light." I stated, smirking lightly as I rose. She smiled down at me, "Mithrandir. You are still as much of a flatterer as I remembered." I chuckled and moved to stand near her. "You do not look your years, yet I look older than mine."

She looked at me from the corner of her eye and I raised an eyebrow, "You are worried about something. What is it my old friend?" I chuckled, then sighed. "You are worried about the dwarves and their quest. You worry that they will not succeed." I nodded and then frowned, "I am sure that they will make it to the mountain, it's what happens when they are there that worries me." I worried that what happened in that mountain would break the most powerful person I had ever met. "You worry for the girl. The one who will unite everything." I nodded staring out over the valley. "I fear what will happen should she lose everything."

Galadriel nodded, "She is strong, stronger than what her family would believe and yet she hides it, so very well." I nodded, "I feel that I shall not see her unleash the power she has. Her cousin compared her to dragonfire and I can see what he means. She has all this power and yet she uses it to be good, when she could just as easily use it for evil. I feel that a dragon will be no problem for her. I just fear that if Thorin and his company give in to the gold sickness, Ariana will change. She is so full of life, there is such passion and love within her that I feel she will lose it all and that could destroy everything."

Galadriel nodded and then smirked, "Well it should at least be entertaining to watch her interact with our Elf King." I chuckled at that, nodding my head. "Did you know he gave her the sword of Lasgalen? The very sword that is the sign of his right to rule?" I said and she stared at me for a moment before laughing, "I doubt he even knows why he did that. One would have thought given his advance age, that he would understand when he was faced with his one love. I had hoped that he would have realised who she was and what she meant to him. I would have thought that many would have realised who she was to him when she saw through his façade, also did you know she got him to lower his glamour?"

I stared at her, not many knew outside of his kin, of the glamour that he wore to cover the scars from his battle with a dragon. If Ariana had that much influence over him as a child, she was truly amazing. He had never shown anyone his scars, not his late wife or their son. "Really, well that is interesting. She has to be his one, I just worry that he has raised so many walls that he will not let her in." I said and Galadriel smirked, "Mithrandir, if she can control dwarves and fight dragons, I doubt the walls that Thranduil has put up will withstand her assault. I can feel her magic from here and it is a heady feeling." I nodded and looked across the valley to where I knew the dwarves were preparing to leave.

I turned back to Galadriel. "You know she is not mortal, that she is a Fae? I feel that will soften the blow of loving her for him, well if he ever get's around to admitting it to her." I muttered and Galadriel laughed, "I thought Fae had wings?" She asked and I nodded, "She does, she has learnt over the years to hide them, to pull them back into her body and under her skin. They appear as a tattoo on her back and I must say that if they are as beautiful in life as they are in the ink, then we may all have a problem. She was telling me as we travelled that in the world where she came from, towards the end of her time there she did not deny she had wings but she did not show them."

I paused and sighed, "She said that just before she arrived back here that she overheard some of the people talking. Apparently Fae Blood is highly prized by the magic users of her world. Demons crave it and it will subdue them enough to make them compliant, it also contain properties that would allow for accelerated healing and greater strength, both of which Ariana has. She told me that a single feather from a Fae's wings can be ground up and used to 'cure' ailments that are so easily cured with normal medicines. Ariana said that while she does have a lower tolerance for Iron than we do, it is higher than that of the average Fae, purely because she is only half- Fae. She told me that someone had once tried to cut her wings from her body using a pure iron knife. She said the burn was indescribable."

I told Galadriel much of what Ariana had told me, I did not tell her that it was that incident that caused her to hide her wings, but I let her think it. Ariana had told me she hid her wings because several people had once told her they were ugly. Even her Fae family laughed at her wings, calling the odd, freakish and disgusting. When I asked why she told me it was because they were so large that they dragged on the ground, that they were so strong that they could carry her miles and they were ugly because they were made of feathers and not delicate shimmering film, like an insects.

Galadriel nodded then asked, "Why the hafling?" The question threw me for a moment and then I answered truthfully. "I do not know. Saruman believes it is only great power that can hold evil in check, but that is not what I have found. I found it is the small everyday deeds of ordinary folk that keeps the darkness at bay… small acts of kindness and love. Why Bilbo Baggins? Perhaps it is because I am afraid… and he gives me courage."

Galadriel stared at me and then motioned for me to sit down as Elrond joined us on the balcony. I went to start and Saruman wondered out onto the balcony. I froze for a moment then began to speak, knowing that what ever I said would be completely discarded by him. "The dragon has long been on your mind." Galadriel stated before I could speak and I nodded, "This is true, my lady. Smaug owes allegiance to no one, but if he should side with the Enemy.. A dragon could be used to terrible effect." Saruman scoffed at my words, "What enemy? Gandalf, the Enemy is defeated. Sauron is vanquished. He can never regain his full strength." I sighed, hoping that I could by the dwarves some more time and at least try to get the rest of the council to see my point.

Elrond's voice cut through my thoughts. "Gandalf, for four hundred years we have lived in peace - a hard-won, watchful peace." I looked at him and raised a brow, "Are we, are we at peace? Trolls have come down from the mountains, they are raiding villages, destroying farms. Orcs have attacked us on the road!" Elrond looked down at me, "Hardly a prelude to war." Saruman sat back and fixed me with a glare, "Always you must meddle, looking for trouble where none exists." Galadriel raised a hand, "Let him speak."

The table went silent and I took a deep breath. "There is something at work beyond the evil of Smaug. Something far more powerful. We could remain blind to it but it will not be ignoring us, that I can promise you. A sickness lies over the Greenwood. The woodsmen who live there now call it Mirkwood and, uh, they say.." I paused this would be the part of my news that Saruman would rip to shreds and I did not want to reveal the sword that Radagast had given me. "Well, don't stop now. Tell us what the Woodsmen say." I sighed, "They speak of a Necromancer living in Dol Guldur, a sorcerer who could summon the dead."

Saruman scoffed and rolled his eyes slightly, "That's absurd. No such power exists in this world. This 'Necromancer" is nothing more than a mortal man, a conjurer dabbling in black magic." I nodded, my head I had thought this too until I seen Radagast's proof. "And so I thought too, but Radagast had seen…" Saurman's groan cut me off. "Radagast? Do not speak to me of Radagast the Brown. He is a foolish fellow." I frowned, defending my friend, "Well, he's odd, I'll grant you. He lives a solitary life…" Saruman shook his head. "It's not that. It's his excessive consumption of mushrooms! They have addled his brain and yellowed his teeth!" I sighed, leaning back in my chair, settling in for a rather long rant.

Galadriel moved behind me, her voice sounding in my mind, You carry something. It came to you from Radagast. He found it in Dol Guldur. I tilted my head, Yes. She stopped behind me and moved around to my left. Show it to me. I took the wrapped sword out of the folds of my robes and placed it on the table, everyone fell silent until Elrond spoke. "What is that?" He started to reach forward. "A relic… of Mordor." Galadriel said, shocked. Elrond's hands paused before unwrapping the blade. "A Morgul-Blade!" He stared up at Galadriel, who nodded.

"Made for the Witch-King of Angmar and buried with him. When Angmar fell, the Men of the North took his body and all that he possessed and sealed it within the High Fells of Rhudaur. Deep within the rock they buried him. In a tomb so dark, it would never come to light." I shivered as she spoke. Elrond shook his head. "This is not possible. A powerful spell lies upon those tombs, they can NOT be opened." Saruman looked over at me. "What proof do you have that this weapon came from Angmar's grave?" I shook my head, knowing another rant was coming, "I can find none."

Saruman nodded, "Because there IS none. Let us examine what we know: A single Orc pack has dared to cross the Bruinen, a dagger from a bygon eage has been found and a human sorcerer who calls himself the Necromancer has taken up residence in a ruined fortress. It's not so very much. After all, the question of this Dwarvish company, however, troubles me deeply. I'm not convinced, Gandalf. I do not feel I can condone such a quest. If they had come to me, I might have spared them from this disappointment…."

He continued to drone on, but I stopped listening as Galadriel spoke to me. They are leaving. I smirked and raised and eyebrow, Yes. She returned my smirk, You knew. I looked at her and nodded my head slightly. All of us turned as Lindir came rushing out onto the balcony, "My Lord Elrond. The Dwarves, they're gone." Elrond turned to look at me and I tried to convey my most innocent look to him. He shook his head and turned to Lindir, "They have crossed beyond our borders, there is very little we can do now. Mithrandir, My lady if you will excuse me. I need to see in what state my house has been left." I nodded and watch him walk away, Saruman following behind him.

Galadriel turned to me, "I am aware that we have just dismissed your concerns, but I would still take heed and have caution. I may yet ask you to find me the proof needed to support what you say." She told me and I nodded, "As you command it my lady." I told her and made my way down to the chambers that had been given to me when I stayed here. I paused when Elrond waited outside the door for me. "May I come in Mithrandir? The princess has left a note that we both need to read, but it is in your room." I nodded and opened the door, closing it behind us. On the small writing desk in the corner of the room was a single piece of parchment folded over with my name on it. I opened it up and inside it read:

Gandalf and Lord Elrond,

While I have told you many things about me and my magic, Gandalf, there was one thing that I think only the Prick in the Wooden halls suspects. The gift of sight is not solely an Elven gift. It is not something I tell people that I have very often, mainly because nothing is set in stone, decisions can change out comes. The magic here is different to where I was born, so my abilities did not really exist as strongly there as they do here.

I encouraged Thorin to leave today and not tomorrow as was decided, not just because of the meeting you had earlier, but because we need to keep moving if we are going to reach the mountain. There will be at least three weeks before we will see you again Gandalf and when we do you will need to bring the light for the Goblin tunnels are a place of darkness that even dwarves should not dwell in.

The last thing I have to tell you will make no sense at all to anyone right now, but in nearly 5 months time it will. Do not leave, follow the trails and come to aid. You will be needed. I know that it is cryptic, but even I don't really know what it means just yet. There is too much that can change between now and then, but I know that you need to be together, Gandalf, Elrond and Galadriel when we need you.

Until I see you

Ariana.

P.s Gandalf your leaders a bit of an asshole. By the way, necromantic magic is not as hard as you think it is. I know a 15 year old that can do it….. Although he is dead now.

Also take go through the wild, it's quicker.

I stared over at Elrond as we read it, "Did you know she was a seer?" He asked and I shook my head, "No. She has never shown signs of it before. I think she has shown signs of being able to see the past, but other than that it was not something we were aware of." I said looking back over the letter. "I think this is meant to link with when they take the mountain back, they must need us for something. Why would they need the Lady Galadriel and I though? I can understand why they would need you my friend, you started this quest with them, but we are Elves and not people they trust."

I shrugged, unable to answer the questions. "I don't know either, but if Ariana is saying it then we need to be there. She is not one to say something she doesn't mean." Elrond nodded, then left the room to see to a few things that the dwarves had broke. I re-read the little message at the bottom, if what she was saying was true then it could be a human sorcerer, but I truly doubted it. It was one thing to raise the dead, completely another to raise someone from a bewitched tomb. I sighed, sitting down on my small balcony and puffing on my pipe. Three weeks to get to the goblin caves, I would need to leave tomorrow morning at the latest to catch up with them, although I was taller than they were, I was not as young as I once was. I shook my head, there was no rush, after all how much trouble could thirteen dwarves, a hobbit and a Fae get into in three weeks?

A/N: So much trouble Gandalf, So much ;)

Gandalf and Galadriel being gossipy old ladies because they so would be ;) They will be bring Elrond into the fold too ;)

Next Chapter is King Majestic Broody McGrouchyBeard…I mean Thorin. AKA. "Wow the Hobbit has balls of Granite, Goblins can eat shit and die painfully and I swear that my sister is here just to fuck with me, wait what's she telling our nephews…NO! NOT THAT STORY!" ;)