Author's Note:Hello lovely Hobbit fans! I'm hoping that I keep your attention throughout this whole story and that I don't lose your interest and you stick with me till the very end.

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN THE HOBBIT! All rights belong to J.R.R. Tolkien and Peter Jackson. Anything you recognize from the movie and books belong to those two wonderful men who bought Middle-Earth to life. All I own is my lovely elf Bellethiel! Any grammar mistakes you find I want to say that I am sorry! Hopefully you enjoy this chapter! Have fun!

"If it isn't the little warrior! How long has it been since you last visited my humble home!" Beorn laughed, causing me to laugh along with him.

"It has been to long I am afraid!" I laughed, struggling to breath as I tapped his arm. "If you do not mind Beorn, your strength is making it hard to breathe."

Beorn quickly placed me back on solid ground, wobbling just a bit before standing tall and staring up at the large man, smiling.

"To what do I owe this unexpected visit?" Beorn questioned, petting one of the horses that came up beside him.

"I am in a bit of some trouble I am afraid, and ask if you could provide us with some shelter." I stated, causing the large man to raise his brow in suspicion. "Several of my companions are being hunted and I thought that you could offer us a place to rest, at least until we are ready to proceed further on our journey. They are dwarves I am afraid, but if you would...I can tell you the most excellent story your ears have ever heard!"

"I am not overly fond of dwarves, Bellethiel. I'm sure you have not forgotten..." Beorn grumbled out.

"I understand, but they are dear and precious friends of mine. I fear that if we were to be left out in the open...they will be hunted down and killed." I stated gloomily. "If it is not too much trouble to have us as your guests Beorn, then I will beg if I must."

"I did not think I would live to see the day that a warrior such as yourself would beg Belle." Beorn smiled. "But any friend of yours is welcomed into my home. Go, call for your companions, they are most definitely welcomed! But don't forget that you owe me this wonderful tale you mentioned."

"I was intending to tell you the moment we enter your house." I smiled, turning in the direction that I had come from and whistled, beckoning them with my hand.

From the bushes emerged Gandalf, Bilbo following close at his heels with the company following nervously close behind.

"That is more than I thought you meant little warrior." Beorn jested, smiling as Gandalf approached. "Welcome to my home, Gandalf the Gray!"

"I thank you for allowing us into your home Beorn." Gandalf smiled.

"I promised Beorn here a story of our adventure," I smiled as the company came to stand behind Gandalf. "I was hoping that you would take care of retelling our tale."

"It would be my pleasure!" Gandalf smiled. "Shall we retire back to the house and I can tell you about our capture in the Goblin tunnels."

"That sounds like a wonderful story!" Beorn bellowed out as we followed close behind.

After Beorn had us sit around his table, Gandalf recounted our adventure so far. From the company's run in with the trolls, being chased by wargs to Rivendell, our encounter with the Stone Giants by the Misty Mountains, falling through the trap door leading to Goblin Town, the slaying of the Goblin King and soaring on the backs of The Great Eagles and where our destination shall take us.

"That is a wonderful story indeed!" Beorn laughed, filling some of his huge mugs with milk and passing it around to everyone around the table. "Though I question whether it is the truth or not, I do see Bellethiel slaying such a huge creature...but captured by Goblins? Trolls? Sailing on the backs of Eagles? It is hard to believe! But it was a great story non-the-less. You are welcomed to stay in my house for as long as you need!"

"Thank you Beorn." I smiled from beside Gandalf.

"Now, I cannot say that what I believe is the truth yet...but you are telling me that you need to reach the mountain before the last days of Autumn." Beorn stated, taking a seat in one of the benches not occupied.

"Before Durin's day falls, yes." Gandalf answered.

"Durin's day will be upon us soon." Beorn stated. "You are running out of time."

"Which is why we must go through Mirkwood." Gandalf stated as I tensed a bit beside him.

"A darkness lies upon that forest, fell things creep beneath those trees. There is an alliance between the orcs of Moria and the necromancer in Dol Gudor. I would not venture there except in great need, and I will not go there if Bellethiel is to go with them." Beorn defended.

"We will take the elven road, the path is still safe." Gandalf assured.

"Safe?" Beorn scoffed. "The wood elves are not like their kin, they're less wise...and more dangerous."

"There are some wood elves who are still wise." I scoffed a bit in defense. "Though I do not deny that my kin are dangerous then those that reside in Rivendell."

Beorn nodded before glancing out through one of the cracks in the ceiling boards.

"I am sorry to cut our conversation short." Beorn called, standing from his spot. "A word of advice, do not venture out during the night, it is very dangerous out. I am sure Bellethiel will back that up."

"I will keep them in doors." I stated as Beorn took his leave out the door, now looking toward Gandalf. "I think we both need to have a talk, Mithrandir..."

"Of course." Gandalf answered.

When he did not move I glared just a bit.

"Away from the company." I stated through gritted teeth.

He took a glance at me before getting to his feet and walking to the other side of the room with me following behind.

"Mithrandir..." I grumbled the moment we were away from listening ears. "Mirkwood, through the old elven path? Do you know what you are asking of me? Why did you not tell me this before back at Bag End."

"I am sorry Bellethiel, but it is the only way. Durin's day will be upon us soon and if we were to go around we will be facing orcs on wargs and goblins in our path. We will never make it to the mountain before the last days of Autumn, unless we go through Mirkwood." Gandalf stated.

"And if we were to come across Thranduil?" I questioned.

"I understand your fear...but I have faith that you will lead them around Thranduil's realm and through the woods safely." Gandalf defended.

"And where will you be going off to?" I questioned.

"I am afraid that I will have to leave you once we reach the edges of Mirkwood." Gandalf stated. "There is some urgent business that I am concerned about, dealing with this...Necromancer hiding out in Dol Gudor."

"My banishment comes with terrible consequences, if we enter Thranduil's realm..." I gritted my teeth in anger as I slammed my fist against the mantel.

"If I were to tell you we were going through Mirkwood...would you have not joined us?" Gandalf questioned. "Traveling from place to place, never settling, ignoring your kin residing in Rivendell?"

"Then you are sentencing me to death." I said through gritted teeth, and immediately stormed away from the wizard, heading toward the door.

"Where are you going?" Gandalf called.

"Out!" I called back.

"Beorn told us not to leave after dark." Gandalf warned, his footsteps following after me.

"He informed the company to stay in doors. I have already gotten attacked by the bear once, I assure you I will be fine." I growled, quickly making my exit and into the night.

(Company's P.O.V)

"I think we both need to have a talk, Mithrandir..." Bellethiel said calmly, glaring at the wizard.

"Of course." Gandalf stated, not standing from his seat.

"Away from the company." Bellethiel stated, looking at the dwarves all around.

Gandalf gingerly stood from his spot and left with Bellethiel across to the other side of the room.

Bilbo took a glance in the direction of the two before going back to nibbling at the honey spread bread while drinking from a slightly large cup filled with milk.

A loud thump startled the company from their spots at the table which caused their attention to be averted to the two that stepped away from the company. Bellethiel was gritting her teeth in anger as her hand gripped tightly to the mantel above the fire-place. There was a dent in the wooden mantel piece for which the company assumed the loud noise came from Bellethiel's fist coming into contact with the wood.

Gandalf suddenly began to look a bit irritated at something Bellethiel had said and suddenly the she-elf stormed away from the gray wizard.

"Where are you going?" Gandalf called out.

"Out!" Bellethiel growled back.

"Beorn told us not to leave after dark." Gandalf informed, following Bellethiel close behind.

"He informed the company to stay in doors. I have already gotten attacked by the bear once, I assure you I will be fine." Bellethiel growled out, exiting the house and disappearing into the night.

Gandalf sighed before looking toward the table, the company's eyes quickly averted from the scene and back to their plates.

"I suggest we get some rest." Gandalf called out as he got closer to the table. "We have a long day ahead of us."

"Shouldn't we get Belle back? If outside was dangerous enough for Beorn to warn us not to venture out then shouldn't we be worried for her safety?" Bilbo questioned.

"She needs some time alone and she'll be fine out there by herself." Gandalf stated before mumbling to himself quietly. "I hope..."

"What were you two arguing about if I may ask?" Thorin questioned from besides his nephews.

"Our journey through Mirkwood has set her on edge." Gandalf stated, taking a seat on one of the vacant chairs.

Silence settled between the company as they knew of the tension between the elven king and their elf.

"But she will not argue about taking a different path." Gandalf informed. "Our destination is still set on venturing into Mirkwood through the elven path."

Gandalf took a puff from his pipe before looking to Thorin.

"I am going to retire for the night." Gandalf mumbled. "I suggest you all do the same."

(Bellethiel's P.O.V)

I had arrived back at the house in the early mornings just as the sun was beginning to rise. My attitude toward Gandalf was uncalled for, but the thought of going through Mirkwood set me completely on edge. I did not want to go through the elven forest, into the realm of the king I once loyally served...into the realm of the king I turned my back to.

Taking a walk in the dark while Beorn was patrolling the area was a dangerous decision indeed, but I needed to think if there was anyway to go around the elven forest and make it to Erebor before the last days of Autumn...and I always came to the same conclusion:

There was no way around Mirkwood.

My only hope is that when we cross into the realm of Thranduil that we can avoid the elves that live there all together.

"Had a nice walk?"

I looked toward the source of the voice and saw Gandalf awake with Balin and Oin eating some of Beorn's honey bread.

"Lovely..." I mumbled, walking toward Gandalf.

"So our journey to Mirkwood?" Gandalf questioned, his eyebrow rising to the top of his head.

"We can only hope that we do not come across any of the woodland elves." I stated plainly, leaning against one of the wooden beams. "The old elven path should take us away from any sign of elves, but we are taking a chance that there may be a patrol group running around. I should be able to lead us away if a patrol does come close to us."

Gandalf smiled, but I was far from happy...the thought of coming across my kin, was nerve-racking. I did not know what would happen...and I was afraid, but I could not show it.

"Did you meet Beorn on your walk?" Gandalf questioned.

"I had seen him patrolling the area while on my walk, but he did not see me. He seemed to be heading in the direction of the Misty Mountain" I stated, looking around for the others in the company. "Where is the rest?"

"They had woken early to train." Balin smiled getting up from his seat. "Shall we go have a look?"

"Lead the way, Balin." I smiled, following the elder dwarf close behind to the open yard.

There were the rest of the company, training in both their weapons and hand to hand combat...even Bilbo was there learning how to use his sword from Dwalin.

"I am surprised you lot go Bilbo training as well." I giggled, watching as even Ori was learning from Dwalin.

"He denied it at first, but Dwalin decided to drag him out saying that it would be good if he learned how to protect himself." Kili smiled as he practiced with his bow and arrows.

"You should train with us Belle!" Bofur smiled, leaning on his mattock while he sipped from a water skin Beorn had loaned to him.

"I guess I have slacked off a bit..." I pondered. "Maybe I should...I have weakened a bit I suppose."

"You can spar with me, Belle." Fili offered.

"Sounds like fun." I smiled, walking up to Fili who took a defensive stance.

"I won't go easy on you because you're a woman Belle!" Fili jested.

"Neither will I, Prince Fili." I joked back, taking my sword out of my sheath.

There was a stand-off between myself and the blonde dwarf, I began to pin point the flaws in his stance, but at least he was being serious about our spar. There was also something else that bothered me.

"Take out both your swords, Fili." I called out, causing him to stumble a bit.

"What?" Fili questioned.

"Take out both of them, you said you would not go easy...then take out both of your swords and spar with me." I smiled.

Without hesitating, he took out both of his swords and took up the same stance again. In a blink he came charging at me to my right, but suddenly his eyes briefly drifted to the left and he faked in that direction, bringing both his blades up to attack which I easily blocked with my sword...moving just an inch back to avoid his swords from touching me.

I took a step forward and bought my sword down to his right which he left wide open when he attacked my left and at the last second he blocked my weapon and jumped back. Taking this chance, I ran straight for him the moment his feet touched the ground, I disarmed him before he could blink.

"H-How-" Fili stuttered over his words, glancing at his empty hands before looking behind to see his sword sticking out from the ground.

"I seem to have lost my touch..." I stated, glancing at my reflection in my sword.

"Lost your touch?" Kili yelled out in disbelief. "You disarmed my brother in seconds!"

"Back when I was a Captain I would have disarmed my opponent the moment they blinked." I smiled. "Though it was a nice change, fighting someone who was not trying to kill me."

"That's amazing!" I heard Bilbo call out.

"It is nothing amazing, I just have more experience than most." I stated, shuffling from side to side.

"You should challenge our uncle, Belle." Kili smirked, looking toward Thorin who was standing on the sideline. "I would like to see you take down our uncle."

"I do not think that is such a good idea Kili..." I mumbled a bit nervously.

"Why not?" Dwalin smirked, his arms crossed across his chest. "Think you could lose for the first time to a dwarf?"

"No, he is injured." I defended.

"Even injured I can still fight." Thorin called out, stepping toward me, his sword Ocrist already drawn and at his side. "I shall be your next opponent."

I hesitated for a bit before taking on my stance and kept my attention straight on Thorin.

"I'm betting on Uncle." I heard Fili mumble.

"Are you kidding? Belle took you down in seconds! You're just upset that your streak of winning has come to an end. I'm placing my bet on our elf!" Kili argued.

I heard a more of the dwarves placing bets on our little spar and all I could do was smirk a bit.

"Don't count me in, I will not take part in this." Bilbo called out from his spot beside Gandalf.

I heard the crunching of grass and looked to see Thorin took advantage of my distraction and ran toward me, his weapon raised and I quickly bought my sword up to block.

"You should pay closer attention." Thorin taunted, forcing me to step back at the unexpected attack.

"I did not know we were starting." I stated, pushing against Thorin's sword. I forced his sword back, but he had recovered quickly and bought it back down once more. Our sword connecting, the clang of metal echoing around the field.

"What happens if we come across Thranduil..." Thorin asked through gritted teeth.

The statement caught me off guard, it didn't take much to hold off Thorin's sword, but I had let up just a bit for his sword to inch closer to me.

"I have known Thranduil long enough to know that you will be captured and questioned." I stated using a bit more force and pushing him back. "He will want to know the reason a company of dwarves have ventured into his realm. And if he does not like your answer...he will imprison you and the only way out will be by his say."

"And what will happen to you?" Thorin grumbled a bit in concern, adding more force hoping to push me back. I could only glare at the question as I held my ground, my face just an inch closer to his.

I quickly used my full strength and disarmed Thorin, pushing him to the ground as I moved closer and pointed the sword at his throat.

"What will happen to me is only for me to know and you to hopefully never find out." I stated, sighing as I put my sword back in my sheath. "My duty is to get us through Mirkwood safely and avoid any of my kin. I will get you and the company to the mountain before the last days of Autumn, and I will get you there in one piece."

I turned around to return back to the house with the dwarves throwing the others in the company money bags from loosing their little bet.

We are so CLOSE to venturing into Mirkwood! Why is Bellethiel on edge? What fate awaits her there? We can only wait to find out! There's so much tension with Bellethiel the closer we're going to get to Mirkwood!

-SO