My goodness, that was a long gap between updates! It's Spring Break now though so I can write away! Thanks for hanging in there everyone! I hope you all like this chapter, I made it a bit longer since It's been awhile! Anyone who hasn't read the book and doesn't know (or want to know) what happens at the end of the Hobbit... SPOILER WARNING! This chapter will give away parts of the ending of the Hobbit. Once again thank you everyone! I appreciate all of those people who review my chapters! It keeps me motivated to write!

I was on my feet in a jiffy, locating Gandalf and dashing through the bustling dwarves. The dwarves we so busy they ignored my spazing and kept packing. Gandalf noticed my approach and listened intently as I told him we needed to speak right away. He led us off so our conversation wouldn't alert the dwarves. We were a good distance away before he asked me what was the matter. I let out a flurry of worries to him.

"You know I'm not from this world, right?" I questioned. He looked me in the eyes then cast his glance to Grandpa parked in the rising sun. He mumbled to himself before answering.

"Yes"

"And you know I know everyone's story and what things are going to happen?" I added quickly.

"Yes"

"Well," I sighed, "I think I've messed up your history a bit and there are some urgent things that need fixing immediately." I whispered urgently. Gandalf raised an eyebrow with concern and curiosity.

"What urgent things?" He questioned slowly. I paused and thought carefully about what to say that wouldn't mess up the future even more.

"There are certain things and certain events that MUST happen no matter how bad they might be, and if they don't happen then your world is going to be plummeted into the blackest darkness it has ever known." I danced around the major details not sure of the things I could tell him without ruining things. Gandalf's eyes turned dark.

"These events run much deeper than this present quest, do they not?" He asked, eyebrows scrunched. Man he could pick things up. I nodded with worry in my eyes.

"I will help you with the rest of your quest but we have to go to Rivendell before we do anything else, no matter what Thorin says, and we must go through the Misty Mountain pass. After that is done I can take them the rest of the way." I concluded, my thoughts still occupied by another dilemma. "Only now that I have changed the future I have no idea how we will convince Thorin to backtrack to Rivendell. In the stories you trick him into heading there. That's the only way I could imagine getting him to go but Rivendell is out of the way now and he will know what we are up to if we try and lead them there." We both sat in silence thinking of how to solve this serious situation. I could only think of one solution.

"Gandalf?" I inquired hesitantly. He glanced up from his thoughts, "I think I'm going to have to tell him a bit of the future…"

Gandalf went back to the camp to fetch Thorin while I stayed behind with a knot in my stomach, thinking of a way to tell him what had to be done. I hoped that he would consider my advice since he knew that I knew their story and I could lead him to the correct paths… or at least some better paths. I knew he was stubborn at times though.

A few minutes after Gandalf's departure, Thorin showed up. I stared at him for a few moments totally terrified by what I was about to say. Thorin stared back at me with his usual stern expression.

"Gandalf said that there was something urgent you needed to speak with me about," He stated, sounding slightly miffed already. I opened my mouth, then closed it. Oh my gosh; I was in for a good shouting. I decided to just get it over with quickly.

"We have to go back and travel through Rivendell!" I blurted out as quickly as I could, not looking him in the eyes. After a few seconds of silence I finally decided to look up and noticed his face red with rage.

"Gandalf set you up to this, didn't he?" He ground through his teeth. I gained some courage from this, knowing he wasn't directly mad at me yet.

"No, he didn't! I am telling you this because I know what's supposed to happen in your story and I know that you and your company must go to Rivendell!" I reproved. Thorin's face remained a twist of rage.

"We will not be going." He said bluntly. My anger flared up at this. Hadn't I just told him that I pretty much knew what I was doing and that it might, just might, be a good idea to listen to what I had to say? Man, they were not kidding when they said this dwarf was stubborn! I squared my shoulders in defiance and aimed my harsh words toward him.

"If you do not do this Thorin, then you are condemning Middle Earth to eternal darkness! And if you do not go then I will not be helping you with your quest where I am sure to save the lives of those you hold dear!" I barked, hoping to gain his understanding. Thorin stalked forward menacingly, I leaned back in surprise but he'd already grabbed my arm. He pulled me to his height and stared me in the eyes.

"Who," He growled, "Who is it you are speaking of," He said, this time a bit softer, his grip on my arm loosening slightly. I stared him straight in the eyes. I didn't know if telling him would upset the way the future played out but I figured if it would get us to Rivendell we were better off than nothing. My voice came out serious and unforgiving.

"If you do not accept my help then the line of Durin will fall." I glared into his eyes, hoping he would catch how serious I was. He let go of my arm in an instant, taking a step back.

"My heirs…" he tried defiantly. I shook my head sharply.

"If you let me help you I will do everything I can to prevent that from happening but there is one trial that I can not let you overpass. You have to go to Rivendell and you have to take your company through the Misty Mountains. After that I will help you avoid all the other obstacles your company would have faced and I will help you, and your nephews, live through to the end of all this," I pleaded. Thorin looked up at me again with utterly sad eyes.

"On the path we are taking, they will die?" He tried again in defeat. I nodded lightly. He pulled his hand to his brow and stood for a moment, unmoving. He breathed in slowly.

"We will follow your guidance," He agreed, his hand still massaging his brow with worry. I sighed in relief.

"Good" I whispered, "Because I don't know what I would have done with myself if you'd said no," I rambled lightly, "I'm not quite sure why I was sent here but I think it might have been to save the three of you. I'll tell you my plan on the way but if we don't set history back to the way it was supposed to be soon, things are going to be really messed up." Thorin nodded absently in agreement.

"I'll tell the company. It's time to head out." He headed back to the camp with his princely gait noticeably weighed down. I followed behind wondering how the company would react to our new destination.

After shouts and protests and angry questioning Thorin had finally got us on our way. It had taken quite a lot of convincing for Thorin to allow another car ride across country. I convinced them it wouldn't be as bad this time around. We'd be going way slower than our mad dash escape the previous day. All around, though, it would be faster travel than walking, or even ponies. Gandalf took the front seat again and guided me, and the car jam packed with dwarves, to Rivendell.

Gandalf told me that we would have to leave the car a ways before we reached our destination. It would be confusing enough explaining that some random girl had been found in the middle of nowhere without having to explain the strange contraption as well.

I'd already mentioned to Gandalf the things that would happen after Rivendell before we'd packed into the car. I didn't want to tell the dwarves, and especially not Bilbo, what would happen for fear of changing their actions. I'd planned with him that I'd stay in Rivendell while the dwarves hiked the mountains then take my own route through the pass with Grandpa, meeting them at the exit of the goblin caves. I knew that I would have no idea where the exit might be so Gandalf said he would send some kind of signal for me.

"Try and signal me as soon as you can," I stressed, "If you don't you're going to meet up with a really unpleasant character," I worried. I figured it wouldn't be too bad a thing to avoid that monster on our journey. Gandalf looked down at me with pity.

"Perhaps there is more than one thing Thorin must face besides the goblins, Miss Sharae," He said with a sad look. I shouldn't have been surprised that he knew whom they would be meeting at the end of those caves. Gandalf was a wise wizard after all. It was true though. Knowing that that threat was out there might be better than being blind to the dangers Thorin's company was under.

"Maybe he does need to see him, but that is all, I still want you to signal me as soon as possible!" I emphasized. Gandalf laughed lightly.

"That I will, Sharae."

I parked Grandpa between a group of large boulders, hoping no one stumbled across it. I grabbed my bag and hid my keys away in my pocket. I felt very odd and insecure leaving Grandpa behind. It was my one tie to my world and these would be my first steps away from that security. I snatched a small, thin box from the glove compartment before we headed out. Another little surprise for the dwarves.

I'd showed Thorin my classical music playlist and told him he should give it a try while we trekked to Rivendell. He kept silent but nodded and put the ear buds in his ears. He let out a sigh on contentment about twenty seconds into Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata. I was hoping this music would help him chill out a little. It seemed he enjoyed it at least.

I walked behind Bilbo during the hike, tripping over every rock and a half on the path. My snow boots were great for the cold weather but the were heavy and bulky, it made it very hard to walk. Fili and Kili were a little way behind me snickering quietly every time my toe caught. Actually it was mostly Kili doing the teasing. I looked back at them in a huff.

"Why do you insist on laughing every time I trip over something?" I pouted, "It's hard enough to concentrate on walking with these dumb boots without you making fun of me every step of the way!" The brother's laughter turned to grins as they made their way up beside me.

"We're just wondering why you would be wearing shoes you can't even walk in!" chimed Kili still grinning from ear to ear. Fili simply looked at me in agreement. I sighed. They were always finding ways to sneak answers out of me about my world.

"I don't usually have to trek across mountain paths and forests in these! Where I'm from they make all the trails smooth and flat, there isn't a thing to trip on. These shoes were made specifically to keep my feet warm and ensure I don't slip, they're not at all like normal shoes. They make a whole different shoe for hiking!" I explained, flustered at my dilemma. Now that they'd pointed it out it seemed even harder to hike across the trail. Fili just stared at me with crunched eyebrows.

"Just how many shoes does one person need?" He asked rhetorically. I sighed. There was not way I was explaining women and their shoes to this naive dwarf. That in itself would take a lifetime. I rolled my eyes and trekked on steadily slowing in pace. Honestly, this was exhausting. I know there are some people out there who could have hiked this without a sweat but I was out of shape, and practically wearing leg weights (they were nearly 10 lbs. after all!) Bilbo noticed all of this and grabbed up my arm, leading me ahead. I was grateful for his concern and let him pull me along.

At last a gleaming, brilliant city appeared before us. Waterfalls fell around it like a pure wreath. The structures gleamed in the sunlight. I gasped at the beauty and Fili deftly pulled out his camera and took a shot with dazed eyes.

It was one thing seeing this place on screen; it was a completely different experience seeing it in front of me in all of its glory. Bilbo and I echoed each other.

"Rivendell." We breathed.

We wandered down the trail and made our way across the rail less bridge. I shuffled toward Fili (who was the farthest from the edge) and grabbed onto his arm in panic. I was terrified of heights and this bridge was seriously petrifying. Fili looked over to me in confusion but once he recognized the look on my face he let me be without question.

We made it to a courtyard not far from the bridge; I'd let go of Fili's arm by this time, and we were greeted by a tall brown haired elf. Gandalf and the elf conversed while I stared at the elf in muted awe. Elves really were beautiful. The one in front of me almost seemed to glow, his skin was perfect and he was tall, with pointed ears! I didn't ogle too long because that would have been rude. After Gandalf and the elf had finished speaking the elf led us inside and offered us food. The company readily agreed, even if they weren't too excited about being there. I, however, wasn't avert to the elves at all and went along happily, sure the elves food would be more than delicious.

Lord Elrond greeted us before we entered the dining area. He'd obviously been informed about our coming from a messenger or something.

"Welcome Thorin, Son of Thrain," He greeted elegantly, "And welcome Mithrandir, my friend!" He smiled at Gandalf who was making his way to the front of the company. Elrond led him and a few others to an elegant table while the rest of us were led to a larger table by the previous elf.

I sat beside Ori, who, with one look, decided he wasn't so hungry after all. I was happy enough. The salad was fresh and the vegetables were ripe and perfect. I ate as much as would be acceptable and sat at the table with a smile as I watched the dwarves struggle through their meal. Before everyone was through I heard Gandalf call for me. I glanced over to his table. Gandalf and Elrond were standing, preparing to leave.

"Would you mind accompanying us to Elrond's library for a short while?" He asked gently. I nodded and pushed in my chair before catching up to the two of them. When I'd met up with them I was officially introduced to Elrond. I introduced myself to him in return.

"It is nice to meet you, Lady Sharae," He nodded toward me, "It seems that Gandalf and yourself have questions that you wish my council on." He noted. I nodded shyly. "Very well," we made it to the library doors, "Let us be free to speak what we must in here," He gestured us inside. Four luxurious seats were about the beautiful room. I had little time to admire everything before I was guided to a chair with a small end table in front. The other two had taken seats as well. We sat in contemplative silence before Elrond spoke.

"What is it you wish to speak with me about?" he asked kindly. I glanced from Gandalf back to him.

"How much do you already know?" I asked, not wanting to repeat anything unneeded. Elrond chuckled lightly.

"As much as you told Gandalf, I suppose." He smiled. I raised my eyebrows in surprise. I hadn't known Gandalf would tell everything to Elrond. I guess I hadn't known how close the two of them really were until now. I suppose it was much easier to keep everything clear so things didn't get mixed up and messed up.

"Then you know that I'm not from this world?" He gave a slight nod. I continued, "And you know that I know the future of Middle Earth?" I raised an eyebrow. He nodded once again.

"Yes, but I suppose I am not quite sure I know the extent of your knowledge," he finished carefully. I sat, thinking, as he stared at me quietly. I wasn't sure what I should do in this situation. I needed some answers and Elrond could be my ticket to the truth about my being here, and I really wanted to know why I'd ended up here.

Gandalf watched as I pulled my bag onto my lap and reached inside, searching the contents carefully. He straightened his back and leaned closer in expectation. This woman had proven herself to carry about the strangest and most awe-inspiring things. His utter interest and awe peaked Elrond's curiosity. He raised an eyebrow and channeled more attention toward the girl rummaging through her bag. She let out a soft "ah!" and lifted something from the depths of her purse. Fitting to their setting, she held up a small, thick book. Elrond scrunched his brow in confusion. The girl looked up at him, her expression serious.

"This…" she said placing the book lightly on the table in front of her, "Is "The Lord of the Rings"" She finished darkly.

Let's hope I get another chapter in before Spring Break finishes! Thanks for reading!