Author's Note:Hello everyone! Thank you everyone for reading! I've decided I think I'm going to update as much chapters as I have and just get everyone caught up (or at least try to).

Disclaimer: I do not own The Hobbit! All rights belong to J.R.R. Tolkien and Peter Jackson. Anything you notice from the book and movie belongs to these two wonderful men who bought Middle Earth to life! Any grammar mistakes you see I apologize if I had overlooked it. (Also the movie had inspired me to keep on writing! I mean, I wasn't going to stop but it got me to want keep pushing forward).

I woke up the next day in a bit of a haze, it was lighter than usual so I assumed that it was morning already, or at least early morning for I heard the dwarves snoring in the other room.

I moved my right leg just a bit and felt the pain had lessened slightly overnight. I pushed the blankets off and swung to the side, stretching my limbs out.

There was a slight snoring from my side and I looked to see Thorin slouched in the chair he had occupied last night.

'I did not think that he would stay...' I smiled sweetly, taking one of the blankets from the bed and limped slightly toward where Thorin sat, draping the fabric over his shoulders and being careful not to wake him.

"Thank you..." I whispered quietly, and carefully making my way out of the room.

"Nana." Thenidiel smiled from a table away from the sleeping company. Sitting with her was Beriohtarion and Balamaethor, drinking what looked to be something steaming hot. "Come sit with us."

I stepped over the forms of the company and made my way toward my family, slowly lowering myself on an empty chair beside Thenidiel.

"I should advise you, as a healer, that you shouldn't be up on your feet...but I don't think you would listen." Thenidiel smiled, handing me a cup of tea. "How are you feeling?"

"My leg is a little sore, but it is not as bad as yesterday." I answered, patting my thigh.

"Show me." Thenidiel said, patting the space between us.

I lifted my leg slowly and placed it on the bench as Thenidiel began to inspect it over, staring carefully at the wound before reaching into a small pack beside her for some white fabric.

"The red around the wound is gone, the athelas did its wonders." Thenidiel smiled, securing the wrapping. "Now, only time will heal the opening."

"Thank you gwilwileth..." I smiled, putting my leg back down.

"Gwilwileth?" Beriohtarion questioned.

"Why don't we have nicknames Nana?" Balamaethor chuckled.

"How about Trouble one and Trouble two?" Thenidiel smiled as Balamaethor glared slightly.

"You wound me dear sister!" Beriohtarion said, placing a hand over his heart.

"I would agree with her..." I mumbled quietly, taking a sip from my cup.

"How rude..." Balamaethor mumbled sadly.

"That is for pushing me into the water..." I replied simply.

"You think the Master will summon us?" Thenidiel questioned thoughtfully.

"I do hope so." I stated. "If not, I know who to look for."

"I think another encounter will have that poor man peeing in his trousers." Balamaethor shot back at me.

"If that would send him a message." I smirked.

A sneeze bought our attention elsewhere, and I looked to see Bilbo had gotten up from where he slept, snuggled deeply into a huge blanket.

"Are you okay Bilbo?" I questioned as he made his way toward our table.

"I dink I caught a cold..." Bilbo sniffed, and from the sound of it...his nose seemed a bit plugged.

"I'm sorry Bilbo..." Thenidiel said, getting up to pour a fresh cup of hot tea. "I did say you would get a cold if we didn't get you warm in time..."

"I no..." Bilbo moaned, taking a seat beside me as Thenidiel placed a cup in front of him. "Tank you..."

Thenidiel placed a hand on his forehead, before pulling away.

"You're slightly warm...I'll give you something for that." Thenidiel smiled.

She headed to the kitchen and took out some jars filled with herbs that Bard had left in the kitchen as a precaution and I lightly patted Bilbo's head.

"I am sorry you are ill Bilbo..." I said, as he let out another sneeze once more.

"Thorin will not be pleased..." Bilbo grumbled sadly.

"Durins day is still a month or so away, we will make it in time to open the door." I assured.

Thenidiel came back to the table and sprinkled some of the ground up herbs into his cup and took her seat once more.

"So tell me what was my father like? What were you like back in your younger years?" Thenidiel questioned.

"According to our Nana, our mother and uncle were monsters!" Balamaethor laughed loudly.

"Quiet!" Beriohtarion shushed, smacking the back of his brother's head. "There are others in the house that are still asleep."

"We were children with no parental guidance, I had to be the voice of reason in our family." I stated.

"Though you were the one who would also get into mischief as well." Balamaethor chuckled.

"Tell me about who my father was, who all of you were, before you gained such an honorary title." Thenidiel smiled.

Back in the Woodland realm close to the beginning of the Second Age when Oropher had settled his people in Greenwood the Great, there were three young elves with no parental figures around. After Nírnaeth Arnoediad, parents Amaniel and Rainion could not handle the grief they were experiencing...though the children did not know the real reason, they just assume it was of grief that Amaniel and Rainion decided to sail to Valinor.

This left three children: Bellethiel (The Eldest), Voronwë (The Middle Child), and Anameleth (The Youngest). When their parents left, they were not yet at a mature age for elves, and they were left to fend for themselves.

The children had found no purpose, and thus, like all children in any race, began to act out. Mostly Voronwë and Anameleth who followed the example of her eldest brother.

They would break valuable artifacts, pull pranks on many of the elves they were living with, getting into arguments and fights with their kin (mostly Voronwë would), and they became the black sheep where they lived.

Bellethiel was always the voice of reason among the three, she had to grow up strong for her siblings, grew up with the mindset that she had to protect her family. When she tried her hand at the healing arts...it's sad to say that she was awful at it. But, when she took up the bow and a sword she had found her calling, she became an indestructible force. Voronwë (The Middle Child) followed soon after, finding it quite easy and enjoyable.

Soon after the two became warriors, Anameleth blossomed and found her purpose. She took up the healing arts and was a natural at it. She learned quickly all the names of the herbs in existence, what their purpose was, able to apply it to any wounded warriors that came into the healing room, and found other ways to use the herbs for other purposes. She was known as a savior to anyone and everyone.

Bellethiel and Voronwë alone were disastrous, but together...they were destructive, a force to be reckon with and the youngest was a saint. The three of them worked up in the ranks, so much so that this caught the attention of King Oropher and bought them in his favor. They went from being outcasts to finding a reason for their existence.

"We were...awful when we were young." I smiled, remembering what we had to go through to be who we were years ago. "But we found our way by finding our true purpose."

"Tell Thenidiel about the time Voronwë and our mother got you in trouble." Beriohtarion smiled fondly. "That was a hilarious story."

"That was an awful experience..." I chuckled lightly. "We were in the rebellious stage."

"Belle!"

I was the room my siblings and myself shared, sharpening my dull sword after a long day of practice and sparring, when Voronwë and Anameleth came barging into the room and locking it behind them.

"What's going on?" I questioned curiously, gently placing my sword to my side.

"Nothing!" Voronwë sputtered out, looking around frantically.

"Quickly muindor(brother)!" Anameleth called out, going toward the wardrobe in the far corner.

"Whoever comes through the door, send them away!" Voronwë called out, shutting the wardrobe door behind him.

"Whoever comes through the door?" I questioned curiously, and right on cue my door flew open.

There was an elvish woman standing in my doorway, dripping wet, followed close behind by another woman in the same condition.

"You!" The woman growled out coming up to me.

"Yes?" I questioned curiously, tilting my head to the side.

"Where are Voronwë and Anameleth?" The second woman questioned angrily.

"They...haven't come in here?" I stated.

"Your siblings are monsters!" The first one growled out.

"What did they do now?" I sighed sadly.

"We were walking over the bridge toward our living quarters when your two trouble makers pushed us into the river below!" The first woman yelled out.

"Thank Eru that it wasn't deep! If it was we could have died! Do you understand how serious this is!" The second woman called out, both of them stepping forward.

"None of the rivers running through here are deep anyway and I'm sure it was just an accident." I defended, holding my hands up to keep some space between us. "I'll be sure to apprehend them and make sure how dangerous their acts could affect those around them and apologize for what they have done."

"Well when you see them, you can tell them this!" The first woman called out.

A large bowl of water was poured over my head, the silver bowl then landing on my head as I heard the footsteps of the two walking out and loudly slamming the door to the quarters of our room shut.

"That...would have been disastrous..." I heard the voice of Voronwë as the creaking of our wardrobe door open.

"Are you okay Belle?" Anameleth questioned, as I felt the bowl over my head lift up.

"What were you two thinking?" I questioned loudly, glaring at Voronwë.

"Don't look at me!" Voronwë said shaking his head violently. "I wasn't the only one involved!"

"You two..." I growled as the two then raced out of the door to our room, leaving me soaking wet.

"You had water dumped on you!" Thenidiel gasped, covering her mouth a bit from a slight laugh that was trying to escape.

"That was the smaller extent." I laughed along with my kin, quietly of course. "There once was a time when King Oropher would summon me alone and lecture me constantly on the behavior of your father and Aunt. It was not until we started our duties did the two begin to change their habit."

"I wish I could have met my father." Thenidiel mumbled sadly, tracing the rim of the mug slowly.

"He would have loved to meet you too Thenidiel." I looked to my niece sadly, placing a hand on her shoulder and giving a reassuring squeeze.

"What's for breakfast..." A voice called out sleepily.

I looked to see Bombur rolling up to stand, accidentally rolling on Bofur, who grumbled and pushed him away. Getting up in a haze and brushing the sleep from his eyes, joining his brother.

"Good morning." I greeted with a smile. "Sadly, we emptied out the pantry last night...and we were going to the market today to stock up."

"We should walk around the market in the shadows to avoid being spotted." Thenidiel said, getting to her feet.

"We will be quick." I said, slowly getting to my feet.

"We'll come along too, carry anything that would be needed back to this house." Beriohtarion said, standing and bringing his brother to his feet.

(Thorin's P.O.V)

I woke up to a commotion going on in the kitchen, a bit warm compared to how I felt the night before, and as I shifted in the chair I felt something soft slide off my shoulder.

Groggily, I opened my eyes and looked to see a dark blanket draped over me. When I looked toward the bed, the bed that Bellethiel had slept in was empty causing me to jump up with a start.

'Where did she go?' I growled out, heading toward the door in a panic.

I pushed the door open and saw the company already beginning to wake from their slumber, most already seated around the place.

"Had a nice sleep Thorin?" Dwalin grumbled having took notice to seeing me come through the door.

"Where are the elves?" I questioned curiously.

"They went into the market before the sun came up to restock the pantry." Dwalin answered.

"What is the elf thinking!" I growled out, gritting my teeth in irritation. "She just got her leg tended to, is she out of her mind!"

"Her niece and nephews went along with her." Balin assured, coming to stand beside me. "Come have a seat and wait for the lass to return."

I had to struggle with an inner battle for a bit...whether to trudge out of the house and drag the elf back to this house or to just have a seat.

"I know you're worried about her, but she will be fine. She has her family with her." Balin assured as Dwalin practically pushed me toward the table.

I sat down at the table, my knee shaking in anticipation watching the door and waiting for the elves to walk through. The longer I waited though, the more irate I got with how long the elves were taking.

"How long is she going to be gone..." I grumbled to myself, giving up my seat to pace around the house.

"Uncle, you have to relax." Fili called from the table.

"The elves are coming back with food!" Kili called up. "And her nephews are with her so there's nothing to worry about."

"She's walking around just after she got the poison out of her system!" I snapped, immediately regretting it once I saw the hurt on my nephews face. "She should have stayed in bed..."

"We're back!" The voice of Thenidiel called out, opening the door for her two cousins that were carrying bags of what looked to be food.

Bellethiel was the last to enter as she closed the door behind her, but not before having a quick look around to survey the surroundings.

The moment she turned around I marched straight toward her.

(Bellethiel's P.O.V)

"Well the towns people seemed nice." Balamaethor called out.

"The girls around here are kind of...nerve racking though..." Beriohtarion mumbled, glancing around to see the girls turning to watch them.

"They have not seen elves before, it is an interesting sight to behold I am sure." I called out, carrying the lightest bag we had that held spices.

"We took longer then we intended...I hope that they're not too mad." Thenidiel said.

"I think the woman around here find us pretty handsome, what do you think brother?" Balamaethor said, nudging his brother in his side.

"Maybe, but I found none interesting." Beriohtarion commented dryly.

"True, but it feels nice to be able turn heads like that." Balamaethor chuckled as we came upon the door to Bard's house.

Thenidiel reached for the door handle and opened the door.

"We're back!" Thenidiel announced as she held the door open for her cousins.

I stepped in last, looking around before shutting the door behind me.

The moment I turned around however, Thorin seemed to be making a straight line toward me, his eyes set ablaze.

"Sorry we took so long..." I mumbled as Thorin got up close to my face, or at least close enough and glared up at me.

"Where have you been?" Thorin questioned.

"We had to go out to restock the pantry, after the feast we held the night before it was the least we could do for Bard and his family." I said, a bit confused at the anger that Thorin was giving.

"You just got the poison out of your system, you should have rested after the ordeal from last night and you go off walking around the town!" Thorin growled out.

"You had our uncle worried sick." Fili interjected, earning a slight glare from Thorin.

I placed a hand on his shoulder, bringing his attention back to me. I smiled down at the dwarf King and nodded my head.

"I am sorry to have worried you, Thorin." I apologized, stepping around him as I made my way to help Thenidiel. "We also did some research...to see if The Master was going to see us anytime soon."

"Good morning."

I looked to where the voice had come from and saw Bard standing there in a bit of a haze, just having been woken up from our yelling.

"Sorry to have woken you," I bowed slightly. "We got food to restock your pantry and extra to make a meal for us."

"So, is the Master going to be seeing us anytime soon?" Gloin questioned from his seat.

I shook my head and sighed in irritation.

"It would seem like our little rat had not passed on the message." I answered. "We would have to get his attention."

"We will have to do it soon if we want to reach the mountain in time." Thorin grumbled quietly.

"But, how Thorin?" Balin questioned quietly, as I looked up to see Bard looking at us curiously.

"Walk the streets?" Thenidiel questioned from the kitchen area. "Parading ourselves will get the guards attention and bring us to the Master himself."

"That sounds like a plan." Balamaethor added in.

"Thorin..." I heard Bard mumble quietly to himself.

He looked up at me in recognition before walking to grab his coat, and began heading to the door.

"Breakfast will be ready soon, well...late lunch early dinner I suppose." Thenidiel called out, looking toward Bard. "Would you not be joining us Bard?"

"I have some business to attend to." Bard stated, quick to put his coat on and turning to me. "I'm sorry to ask, but please don't leave here until I get back."

"I shall try." I replied as I watched him head out the door.

"Where are you going Da?" Bain's voice came through, as he appeared beside his dad.

Bard whispered something to his son before rushing out.

"Where's he off to I wonder..." Balin questioned, smiling as Thenidiel came and handed out plates of food to everyone in the company.

"I have not the faintest idea." I commented, watching as the company began digging into their plate of food.

"Nana," Beriohtarion called out, catching my attention as he motioned for me toward the window sill. "Have Thenidiel take a look at your leg one last time."

"As I have said before, my leg feels fine. There is no need for Thenidel to give my wound another once over." I replied.

"It'll ease my mind Nana..." Beriohtarion pleaded in concern. "Just to know that the poison is completely out of your system.

I held my ground, letting out a deep sigh as I walked toward the window sill, my niece and nephews following close behind.

I took a seat as Thenidiel got down on her knees to check my leg again.

"Her leg is fine, I'm sure the poison has vanished by now Beriohtarion." Thenidiel assured. "So, what happens now?"

Thenidiel got up and took a seat beside me as Beriohtarion and Balamaethor got comfortable on the floor.