Note: Hello everyone! Shoutout to those of you who've liked and followed my story! The dragons will start making more appearances and taking on a bigger role, so don't worry about them! I also want to note that elemental dragons have the ability to shrink or enlarge themselves. It's a power that makes them unique. This chapter is a bit short but don't worry, Chapter 4 is much longer!

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Chapter III

Eruanna Úlumiel had been sheltered her whole life, yet with the convincing words of Mithrandir, she was allowed to go and aid Thorin in his quest. She set out towards the Shire on dragonback, riding Ceveniel, whilst being flanked by Helegiel, Naurion, Faroniel and Sûlion. When they approached the Shire, Eruanna had them land and shrink their sizes. The dragons then hid inside her cloak so as to not alert any of the hobbits.

As Eruanna passed, few hobbits were out and about as this meeting was to take place dead in the night. Alas, she came upon a small house with a symbol on it in the shape of an F. "F for fifteen. Smart move, wizard", Eruanna muttered to herself.

She knocked on the door and sure enough, a hobbit came and opened it. He had peachy skin, messy brown hair and a robe on. He was very clearly irritated, she noted, amused. The Elven Princess was stunned at how much smaller he was than her. She was so used to elves that she'd forgotten how short dwarves and hobbits were.

"Oh hello", the hobbit said, looking at her hooded face. "You are?" Eruanna was much taller than him as hobbits were very short by nature.

"Eruanna Úlumiel", she responded. "I am with the company of Thorin Oakenshield."

"Oh yes, come on in", he said. "Thank you", she replied. "Would you like to take off your cloak?", the hobbit asked, pointing to her dark blue cloak with golden details. She chuckled. "No", she said. "But thank you. You are?"

"Bilbo Baggins", he said.

"Bilbo", she murmured. She looked around the house. She was late, she knew. Eruanna hadn't bothered to come early, throwing her usual punctual decorum out the window. The dwarves had already shown up and they trashed the place. Food scraps lay all over the floor and their loud jests could be heard.

"Are you a human, or an elf?", he asked. "That does not matter Bilbo", she responded. "It seems the dwarves have made a mess of your place." Bilbo nodded. "Indeed, it isn't always like this." Just then, Gandalf came onto the scene.

"Gandalf", she acknowledged him and the wizard came to her, taking her hand and kissing it. "Hannon le, hiril nin. Thank you for assisting us", he said. She smiled and nodded. "Of course", she said. "Tell me, Mithrandir, did you have to traumatize this poor hobbit? Look at the mess the dwarves have made. I thought the descendants of Durin would have better manners", she lowered her voice, inching closer to the wizard.

"Would you have rather I led them to your home?", Gandalf asked, amused.

"Who is that?", came a rough voice. "Eru help me", Eruanna muttered.

"Thorin Oakenshield, this is Eruanna Úlumiel", Gandalf introduced them to each other.

Eruanna quickly looked at her dragons. Ceveniel and Helegiel looked interested in the Dwarf Prince while Naurion and Sûlion's eyes read mistrust. That was to be expected, since the brothers didn't trust those who weren't elves. Faroniel kept a stony face. They continued hiding under her cloak and the dwarves didn't notice them.

"Take off your hood", Thorin demanded, darkly. Eruanna did as told and removed her hood. Her face left the dwarves in a trance as they were all awed by her sheer beauty and splendor. Her skin was smooth, fair and flawless. Her eyes were as deep as the ocean and her hair was long and black. She was much taller than them, being tall for an elleth of her generation. Even Thorin was mesmerized for a few seconds.

"You are an elf", Thorin hissed, disdain flashing in his eyes.

"If my presence doesn't bring you pleasure, which I am confident it doesn't, you can seek an explanation from Gandalf as to why I'm here", Eruanna responded, leaning against the wall.

Thorin looked at Gandalf.

"Eruanna is very knowledgeable and she is one of the best fighters amongst her kin", Gandalf explained. "You must trust me on this. She will be a valuable ally. It is time to put the past behind you."

"The elves never helped us", Thorin spat.

"Daeradar Thranduil didn't help them? Didn't he and King Thror have a treaty?", a young Eruanna asked her teacher, Erestor.

Erestor smiled at the Princess. "He did not help the dwarves, Princess. He stood on the cliffs with his army and watched as Smaug ravaged Erebor."

"But why?", Eruanna asked.

"King Thror dishonored him and betrayed him", Erestor responded. "And your Daeradar Thranduil is not as forgiving as Daeradar Elrond."

"I was not the one who told them not to aid you", Eruanna said, gaining the dwarves' attention. All thirteen of them had their eyes on her. She looked Thorin dead in the eye.

"You want your kingdom back? You want your home, your throne and your gold? You want to build your dynasty?", she asked him. "Then you will need to do things you may not like and sacrifice things dear to you. If we hold on to the past, we will get nowhere", she told him straight.

"How do we know we can trust you?", another dwarf asked.

"If you can trust Gandalf, you can trust me. Speak nothing ill of me and I shall speak nothing ill of you. I will help you reclaim Erebor and you will not hear from me again rest assured", Eruanna replied.

"Fine, but if you betray us, I'll cut your head clean off", Thorin said. The Dragoness smirked.

"You can try", she said, simply. She faintly heard Sûlion and Naurion growl in anger at the threat. "Well", Thorin said. "What is your weapon of choice?"

"Swords, daggers, bow and arrows", she listed them out. She wasn't going to mention her dragons, she didn't need the dwarves to distrust her more. She wore a turquoise outfit with a silver bodice and light silver armor. Her twin daggers were in her belt. Her large sword and quiver of arrows were strapped to her back along with her bow. On her head, she wore a simple silver circlet and her outfit was fashioned for riding dragons and fighting.

Like her father, she excelled in archery and daggers. However, when battle permitted, her favorite weapon was her sword, Angoruinë, which roughly translates to dragon fire in Quenyan, one of the many languages of the elves. It was a large silver sword which glowed blue when forces of evil were nearby. The pommel of the sword was a dragon head.

Among the elves, there is a story told. When Angoruinë was being forged, twin swords had to be melted down and remade into one large sword. Eruanna's dragons blasted the sword with fire to complete its forging.

"At least she can fight", a dwarf said. "Unlike the hobbit." She smirked. Oh, they had no idea.

"You have... interesting ways, Gandalf", said Thorin.

"Well, we agree on that", Eruanna said. "Introduce them to me", she told Gandalf. "There are thirteen dwarves after all."

"Oh, quite simple, this is Dori, Ori and Nori, Bifur Bofur and Bombur, Thorin's nephews, Fili and Kili, Oin and Gloin and Balin and Dwalin", Gandalf pointed at each dwarf as he said their names. The dwarves voiced their greetings, though begrudgingly so, and she merely waved, continuing to learn against the wall.

"It seems we have some things to discuss. Thorin, Eruanna, let us bring some food and have a little chat", Gandalf said.

Eruanna went to join them knowing one thing, if she ever told Thorin about her heritage, she would be dead.

Elvish:

Ada/Adar: Father

Nana/Naneth: Mother

Daeradar: Grandfather

Hannon le: Thank you

Hiril nin: My Lady

I also want to note that King Thror is Thorin's grandfather for those who don't know.