The howling of the wargs got softer in the distance, in what I could assume Radagast had successfully led the pack away.

"Gandalf..." I hissed, glancing through the trees. "we must be quick, there are no signs of the scouts."

Bursting through the tree line, Gandalf had led the group quickly out into the open and took cover behind one of the boulder. The growls came louder as Radagast came flying by, wargs with their riders following close on his heels.

"Come on!" Gandalf called, dashing ahead, I made sure the rest of the company ran ahead before I bought up the back. The trampling of paws, chilling howls filling the air, and angry growls soon getting closer as we took to using the jagged rocks as our cover.

We weaved through the terrain, making sure to stay hidden from the pack, and just as we had reached the edge, Radagast flew right by, our paths crossing.

"Stay together." Gandalf urged, turning around to double back the way we came.

"Move!" Thorin commanded as the company quickly turned to run back in the opposite direction of the sled.

We had run for a few seconds, with me now right behind Thorin, until a familiar sled flew past us once more, blocking the way we needed to go.

'Blast you Radagast...' I thought, coming to a sudden stop and pressed myself against the nearest rock, bringing Thorin with me in reflex.

"Ori, no!" Thorin called in a panic, as I saw a purple blur almost run right past me being pulled back by his cloak. "Get back."

"Hurry, come on, come on, quick!" Gandalf urged in a hurry, motioning for the dwarves behind to move on.

"Where are you leading us?" I heard Thorin ask Gandalf.

Gandalf had come to stand beside me and for a split second the wizard gave the dwarf king a look before moving on. Thorin looked up at me before I shook my head, silently telling him I had not the faintest clue and brought up the rear of the group.

Over hills, and under. Open fields and through rocky terrains we ran, making sure to never get caught in the same path as the pack. The adrenaline pushing us to our limit, never thinking to catch a breathe. And too close for our liking did Radagast pass in front of us that we pushed ourselves close to the sides of the nearest rock.

Our bodies relaxed for a mere second, thinking the wargs had followed the brown wizard away, before the clicking of claws against rock reached my ears, the menacing growl of the warg pacing just above our hiding place.

I stood tense besides the two prince, quickly and quietly readying my bow and arrow. I was about to fire my arrow before Kili made a sudden movement, stepping forward to be spotted by the warg, knocking back his arrow as it embedded itself into the wargs shoulder, causing it to let out an alarming howl. I looked up in time to see the scout take out a horn from his belt, ready to alert the rest before I quickly let my arrow fly that caused the warg and his rider to take a tumble off the rock.

The warg had started to let out a loud painful wail as its rider recovered from the fall and drew his weapon, running to strike at our party.

"Silence the beast!" I growled, causing the rest to snap out of their confusion and jump into action.

I looked between the rocks, and noticed the pack had turned in our direction, having forgotten the brown wizard and started to run in our direction, the pack now getting closer to our hiding place.

"We have been found!" I growled out, gritting my teeth as a howl was let out. "We need to move!"

"Run!" Gandalf called, running ahead.

We ran in the opposite direction, the scenery now changing from jagged rocks and boulders, to dry brown grass and trees. Heading in the opposite direction of the howls, into open area, and away from the imminent danger.

And from over the hill, dark figures appeared, gaining speed toward us fast.

"Gandalf!" I yelled, skidding to a stop.

"There they are!" Gloin yelled out, pointing in the direction of the pack now coming into complete view.

I turned to the side and saw another part of the pack coming toward us.

"This way! Quickly!" Gandalf motioned toward a clear area, having no choice now but to head in that direction.

'They are surrounding us from all sides...' I thought, running ahead, looking in all directions to see wargs closing in on us in the distance.

From the front, three wargs came into view, causing the company to come to a complete stop. I had run up ahead, coming to a halt besides Ori

"There's more coming!" Kili called out from behind as the wargs caught up to us.

Thorin turned around, looking at the surrounding situation before looking toward his nephew.

"Kili! Shoot them!" Thorin called, as I quickly unsheathed the sword I had found in the trolls cave, the sun shining off my blade.

"We're surrounded!" Fili yelled as more orcs on their wargs ventured closer, the sound of an arrow firing off was heard as I looked around to the dwarfs retreating closer to each other.

"Where's Gandalf!" Kili yelled in a bit of a panic, firing another arrow while he continued to back up.

"He's abandoned us!" Dwalin grumbled, gathering closer to the group.

Ori was a bit in front of me as I saw him fire a rock with his slingshot at the warg stalking closer, the rock had no affect however and just made the beast angrier. I reached forward with my free hand and pulled the small dwarf behind me, aiming my blade at the beast as we inched our way back.

"Hold your ground!" Thorin called out.

The wargs were getting dangerously close for my liking, I motioned for Ori to stay behind me, as I took the bow off my back and quickly fired my arrow, hitting an orc between his eyes.

"This way, you fools!"

I turned around swiftly, just in time to see Gandalf's hat disappear behind a crack between a boulder.

"Come on, move!" Thorin yelled out, retreating back to the mouth of the entrance. "Quickly, all of you! Go, go, go!"

One by one, I saw the dwarves disappear through the crack as I ushered Ori to quickly follow.

"Go, I will be right behind you." I urged, nudging Ori toward the mouth of the cave.

I was just about to jump into the mouth of the cave that sloped down until Thorin's panicked voice called out for his nephew.

I looked back and saw Kili was still a bit back shooting at the on coming wargs.

"Run!" Thorin called out.

Kili stopped mid-shot and looked behind before turning around and running in our direction.

"Quickly, Kili!" I yelled out a bit in a panic as I saw a warg gaining speed, almost nipping at Kili's heels.

"Come on Belle!" I heard Bilbo call out from the bottom of the cave, and I was just about to jump in when I heard a loud thump and a frightened yell from behind.

I quickly turned and saw that Kili had tripped and fallen a bit close to the mouth, but still too far for any of us to reach him and pull him away from the danger.

"Kili!" Thorin and Fili shouted, about to rush forward.

I quickly grabbed the two and shoved them into the mouth of the cave, listening as the two tumbled down and quickly rushed forward toward the fallen prince.

(Kili's P.O.V)

I fell, I was so close to reaching my brother and my uncle, and I tripped and fell. I looked up toward the mouth of the cave in time to see Belle pull Fili and Thorin back into the cave and I felt my body turn cold. I turned over and saw the warg stalking closer, teeth bared, snarling, and saliva dripping from the corner of its mouth. I knew I would not make it to the rest in time if I ran, I would not make it there on time. My hope was dwindling as I slowly crawled on my back toward the entrance.

'I'm going to die...' I thought as I landed a hard kick at the snout of the beast, who had tried to snap its jaws at me. 'I can't die, not here.'

The creature reared up, its head looming over ready to clamp his jaws on me, to get his claws in me and the only thing I did was close my eyes to wait for the inevitable.

I waited for what felt like hours waiting for the pain that never came, no jaws coming down or claws shredding into my body.

'Huh?' I thought before opening my eyes and looking back toward the creature.

"Belle!" I called out in shock.

Standing between the threat and myself was Bellethiel, her sword drawn and the body of the warg dead before her.

"Get up!" She growled out as two more orcs on their wargs stalked from the sides. "Get up, Kili!"

Without a second thought, I got up on my feet and started to back up.

"Run toward the crack..." She whispered, her eyes never leaving the threat in front of us.

I swiftly turned around and made a run for the crack until an orc rider jumped to block my path. In shock I fumbled for my sword before Belle had jumped over me and shot an arrow right between the eyes of the orc, embedding deep within its skull.

"Keep moving..." Belle called taking a swipe at another warg that had come from behind.

I made another run for it and stopped at the mouth of the crack, my uncle and brother at the very front of the group.

"Kili!" Fili called out in relief and smiled. "Jump down!"

I turned around and saw Belle still a bit behind, her back never turned toward the enemy as she slowly backed up.

"Come one Belle!" I called out to her as she turned to look back at me.

Belle had made a run for it, the closer she got the faster the wargs ran. One of the beasts with no rider got too close and jumped on top Belle bringing both of them to the ground.

"Belle!" I yelled out about to run forward to offer my assistance.

"Stay where you are!" Belle called, both her hands preventing the warg from biting down.

I was worried, I watched as in one continuous motion, she dropped her hand from the wargs mouth to grab her sword that had fallen beside her. I saw the warg's mouth clamp down before Belle had stabbed the warg up through the jaw and its skull, killing it instantly.

Belle scrambled out from under the beast before running toward me. When she reached me she took my arm and both fell into the cave, tumbling down and landing on our backs at the feet of the company.

(Bellethiel's P.O.V)

The moment we landed, we had kicked up a bunch of dust and dirt landing hard on our backside. I groaned in pain, with the adrenaline dwindling down, I could feel the bruising in my midsection and the immense pain from my right arm caused by the warg biting down on my arm.

I winced as I sat up and suddenly heard a horn in the distance, a horn I knew all so well. The sound of arrows hitting their marks, and I slowly got up with the help of Gandalf as we listened to the commotion going on up top.

Suddenly an orc came tumbling down into our hiding spot, dead with an arrow protruding from its neck.

Thorin bent over the body and pulled out the arrow, inspecting the tip, his face turning grimmer.

"Elves." Thorin spat in disgust, throwing the arrow to the ground before looking straight at Gandalf.

I walked over to Kili, inspecting him over just a bit before he looked up at me, a bit shocked at the sudden closeness.

"Belle," He sighed in relief, as Dwalin called to Thorin from the pathway in the back.

"I am happy that you are well Kili." I smiled slightly.

"Thanks to you." Kili smiled brightly, before the company made a move to follow the path.

"Let us follow before we get left behind." I nodded, motioning for Kili to move on.

He nodded before walking along side his brother, who gave Kili a one armed hug as they both followed behind the company.

I winced as I followed at the back, the narrow path between the two tall cliffs. The feeling in the air becoming light and your doubt and worry vanishing the closer we got to the exit.

"There's light up ahead!" Dwanlin informed as the narrow pathway opened up, the sound of water trickling over rock as the company soon stood before a valley on an open area.

"The Valley of Imladris." Gandalf's voice echoed as I stood behind Bilbo. "In the Common Tongue, it's known by another name."

"Rivendell." Bilbo said in awe, overwhelmed with the scene before us.

"Here lies the last Homely House East of the sea."

Thorin turned around, scowling up at the wizard.

"This was your plan all along, to seek refuge with our enemy." Thorin glared.

"You have no enemies here, Thorin Oakenshield. The only ill-will to be found in this valley is that which you bring yourself." Gandalf reproached, returning the stare.

"You think the Elves will give our quest their blessing? They will try to stop us." Thorin reasoned.

"Of course they will. But we have questions that need to be answered." Gandalf said, causing Thorin to give out a deep sigh. "If we are to be successful, this will need to be handled with tact and respect and no small degree of charm. Which is why you will leave the talking to Bellethiel and myself."

"I believe you are mistaken Gandalf." I stated stepping beside the wizard. "Tact and respect I would agree...but charm? I think you should do most of the talking."

"Come Bellethiel." Gandalf called, ignoring my comment, as he walked pass the company.

Thorin watched as Gandalf led the way, then glanced back up at me.

I shook my head and walked past the company, who still seemed a bit uncomfortable at being in the presence of an elvish residence.

"When was the last you were here Bellethiel?" Gandalf asked, striking up a conversation as we walked side by side.

"A couple of centuries ago...it is hard to keep track of time." I replied, holding my right arm close to my body.

"I'm sure your companions will be looking forward to seeing you, after being away for so long." Gandalf smirked.

"I am hoping that we could avoid them, Rivendell is a big place." I commented earning a chuckle from Gandalf.

"They will be overjoyed to see you my friend." Gandalf said as we made our way closer to the entrance of Imladris. "I wonder how the boys are..."

"The boys, no matter how old they get, will always be immature children." I chuckled as we began to cross the bridge of Rivendell.

I took a glance behind and saw how guarded the dwarves were being, some sticking close together and mumbling to themselves.

"The company look uneasy...being in an elvish settlement." I assessed, as we came to the entrance.

"There will always be trouble between the children and the adopted children of Eru." Gandalf recited glancing back toward the company.

Down the flight of stairs came a dark-haired elf with his head held high and a smile on his face when our eyes met.

"Mithrandir." The elf greeted. "Bellethiel."

"Ah, Lindir!" Gandalf called, turning around to greet the elf back.

Lindir placed his right hand on the left side of his chest, bowing his head just a bit in greeting at both Gandalf and myself as I repeated the gesture back.

"We heard you had crossed into the Valley." Lindir commented in our own spoken language.

"I must speak with Lord Elrond." Gandalf said urgently.

"My lord Elrond is not here." Lindir replied.

"Not here? Where is he?" Gandalf questioned.

From the distance, the elvish horn was blown, bringing our attention back the way we had come. I could see the a line of horses making their way toward us and I smiled seeing Lord Elrond at the very front leading the group.

"" Thorin yelled as the company began to group together. "Close ranks!"

The company held their weapons pointed outwards, keeping the young and defenseless ones in the middle, huddled together as the mounted elves arrived and started to circle the dwarves. The company growling at the elves that suddenly came to a stop.

"Gandalf."

I stood beside Lindir as he gave me a small smile, as Gandalf stepped forward.

"Lord Elrond." Gandalf said bowing with grace. "Mellonnen! Where have you been?"

"We've been hunting a pack of Orcs that came up from the South." Elrond said, dismounting from his horse. "We slew a number near the Hidden Pass."

Elrond smiled brightly as he came over to give Gandalf a friendly embrace.

"Strange for Orcs to come so close to our borders." Elrond commented, handing Lindir a sword they had gotten from an Orc. Our eyes meeting as he smiled and bowed slightly before looking back to Gandalf. "Something, or someone, has drawn them near."

"Ah, that may have been us." Gandalf said as Thorin stepped forward from the company, causing Elrond to avert his attention to the group of dwarves.

"Welcome Thorin, son of Thráin ." Elrond proclaimed.

"I do not believe we have met." Thorin commented, peering up at Elrond.

"You have your grandfather's bearing. I knew Thrór when he ruled under the Mountain." Elrond said.

"Indeed; he made no mention of you." Thorin insulted rather rudely.

"Light the fires, bring forth the wine. We must feed our guests." Elrond spoke slowly and gruffly to Lindir ignoring the insult and turning around to head up the stairs.

"What is he saying? Does he offer us insult?" Gloin yelled out, causing the company to call out and grip their weapons in fury.

"No, master Gloin, he's offering you food." Gandalf said, a bit irritated at the behavior of the company.

The group huddled once more, discussing among themselves in their own spoken language before turning back to Elrond.

"Ah well, in that case, lead on." Gloin commented as the rest of the company started forward.

Elrond turned to walk up the stairs, as I bowed to him from the waist.

"My Lord Elrond." I spoke respectfully.

Elrond had placed both his hands on my shoulder, bringing my attention to him as he bought me into a loose embrace.

"The last I had seen you, you had asked me to help with accommodations, gravely injured and on the brink of death." Elrond said as we both turned to walk up the stairs with Gandalf and the company trailing behind us.

"I could not stay." I replied walking beside him.

"Your friends will be delighted to know you are here." Elrond said as we entered Rivendell.

"I would rather appreciate it, if everyone can keep quiet of my presence here." I asked, looking around nervously.

"It is not wise to avoid them for so long." Elrond replied.

"It may not be wise...but it is my decision." I said plainly as we stopped suddenly.

"I will have to leave you for now," Elrond said bowing his head as we arrived to a small home at the far end of Rivendell. "someone will come to retrieve you for supper."