Author's Note: HELLO HOBBIT FANS! For any grammar mistakes that you find and that I over looked, I am deeply sorry! Hopefully it's not TOO bad! I hope you enjoy this chapter!

Disclaimer: I do not own anything Middle Earth or any of the characters! All rights go to J.R.R. Tolkien and Peter Jackson. Only character I own is my darling Bellethiel and Idhrenohtar (Wise Warrior). Enjoy everyone! (Video is not mine, but it shows how awesome Thorin is lol).

Thankfully, my weapons had not been swept with the waters during the commotion. Quickly, with Gandalf's help, we had found a way to cross over the river without any casualties. But during our march back to retrieve our supplies, Fili had stepped in front of me and bowed from the waist. Proclaiming that as a Prince of Erebor, he is in debt to me for saving his life, even though he had said it with much difficulty.

This, was how I ended up traveling with no company, to now having two dwarves pull up their ponies on either side of me exchanging information of our past.

"So what happened to your parents?" Kili asked in wonder.

"My mother and father sailed to Valinor during Nírnaeth Arnoediad, Battle of Unnumbered Tears. By that time my siblings and myself had matured, learned to watch out for each other." I said sadly.

"Why would they leave?" Kili asked.

"We never got an answer...they just left." I stated looking forward.

"And your siblings?" Fili asked, speaking out for the first time since we had started forward on our journey.

"My sister...joined my parents during the end of the Second Age after The First Alliance of Elves and Men and the fall of Sauron. Her husband, my brother by marriage, Idhrenohtar had fallen in battle." I said.

"Your sister sailed to Valinor?" Ori questioned from behind me.

"She could not go on, no matter how hard she tried." I said. "Which left my brother and myself."

"And your brother?" Ori asked.

"Fallen in battle." I answered, not bothered at having to repeat what I had told Bilbo the night before.

"This...is a bit upsetting." Kili commented, averting his gaze. "I'm sorry."

"It is alright." I smiled looking to Kili. "If there is anything positive that came out of this...my sister had given birth to twins during the middle of the Second Age."

"We'll camp here for the night." Thorin called out, snapping our small little group from our own little conversation. "Fili, Kili, look after the ponies. Make sure you stay with them."

"Better do as uncle says or we'll get another lecture." Fili said, dismounting his pony.

"Duty calls." Kili smiled up at me, jumping off of his.

"Oin, Gloin." Thorin addressed the two brothers, Oin holding his trumpet up to his ear to hear better. "Get a fire going."

"Right you are." Gloin replied, bending around with his brother to gather sticks and dry wood to pile in the middle.

I looked over our surroundings and the one thing I had noticed...was the silence. No snapping of twigs, and no birds singing their merry song. The old farm-house we had decided to take shelter besides was burnt and demolished. There was a slight smell in the air, a foul stench that I could not place and a dark aura surrounding the vicinity of our chosen camp site.

My eyes darted around until they turned to one spot in the distance close to our camp, something had occupied that spot, and I thought to myself...this was not a place we wanted to stay.

"We have a map that we cannot read. Lord Elrond could help us." Gandalf reasoned to Thorin, their argument now bringing my attention to the two talking under the remaining structure of the old house.

"Help?" Thorin growled out. "A dragon attacks Erebor, what help came from the Elves? Orcs plunder Moria, desecrate our sacred halls, the Elves looked on and did nothing. You ask me to seek out the very people who betrayed my grandfather..." Thorin said, stepping close to Gandalf. "Betrayed my father."

"You are neither of them." Gandalf argued. "I did not give you that map and key for you to hold on to the past."

"I did not know they were yours to keep." Thorin growled, snapping back at the gray wizard.

Gandalf turned his back to Thorin, his face in a scowl as he stormed angrily in my direction.

"Everything alright? Gandalf, where are you going?" Bilbo called in a panic watching the wizard leave.

"To seek the company of the only one around here who's got any sense." Gandalf called storming pass the hobbit.

"Who's that?" Bilbo called.

"Myself, Mr. Baggins!" Gandalf yelled back. "I've had enough of dwarves for one day."

And before Gandalf could pass me, he stopped to lay a hand on my shoulder.

"You can feel something is wrong." Gandalf whispered, calming down just a bit.

I nodded my head, my eyes darting around once more.

"Thorin will not listen...make sure you watch over them." Gandalf advised before disappearing into the woods.

"Come on, Bombur, we're hungry." Thorin called as I heard Bilbo mumble to Balin quietly.

"Thorin..." I called, stepping pass the dwarves toward the angry King, his back turned under the broken house. "a word please."

When Thorin gave no answer, no indication that he was listening, I decided to keep on going.

"Gandalf is right, staying here is a terrible decision. There is no singing, no signs of the creatures in this forest, and there is a foul stench in this air." I urged, now standing right behind Thorin. "You are putting the company in danger. I do not want to head to Rivendell, but that maybe our only option."

Thorin swiftly turned around, a hard glare on his face as he took a threatening step forward to close the gap between us.

"Let us get one thing settled...Miss Elf. I am grateful and thankful you saved my nephew, do not think otherwise." Thorin growled out. "But as I have told Gandalf: I will not seek help from an elf, and that includes you."

"You are putting the company, your kin, in danger." I argued, watching as Thorin strode pass me.

"From what if I may ask." Thorin mocked, glancing over his shoulder.

"I do not know what...but I do know there is something wrong with this place." I said, looking at our surrounding area.

Thorin scoffed and made his way back to help unpack his pony while I stayed where I was, waiting for the heat I longed for.

When the fire was ready, I quickly sat close to the fire to keep warm, the two brothers went about making super and when the food was ready Bombur placed a bowl into my hands, not willing to take 'no' for an answer while Bofur filled the rest for the company.

"After almost drowning tryin' to save the young prince, I think some food is in order." Bofur winked, while filling another bowl.

"It is really delicious..." I complimented, smiling to Bombur as I finished up the soup. "Thank you, Master Bombur and Master Bofur."

"None of that 'Master' title, Belle." Bombur smiled, taking a second helping of soup. "I think saving the life of one of our own proves not all elves are the same to my kin."

"Not all elves are like Thranduil..." I mumbled, taking a sip of what ever was left in the bowl.

"He's been gone a long time." Bilbo interrupted, walking toward us.

"Who?" Bofur asked, filling up two more bowls.

"Gandalf." Bilbo answered, looking around.

"He's a wizard! He does as he chooses. Here," Bofur said handing Bilbo two bowls. "do us a favor: take this to the lads."

Bofur handed the bowls to Bilbo before going back to the pot and slapping Bombur's hand away as he tried to take more soup from the pot.

"Stop it, you've had plenty." Bofur scolded as I let out a small chuckle, getting up to stand beside Bilbo.

"Do not worry about Gandalf, Bilbo, he just needed to calm himself. ." I assured, placing a hand on his shoulder, bending a bit. "Let us go give those bowls to Fili and Kili."

I walked along side Bilbo, toward the ponies that were kept deeper into the woods and it was there we had found the two princes watching the ponies. Right where they should be.

Bilbo strode forward to stand between the two, handing the two the bowls as I went to stand right behind the trio.

But brothers made no move to take the food offered by Bilbo, they just stood frozen in their place, staring at the ponies.

"What's the matter?" Bilbo asked curiously.

"We're supposed to be looking after the ponies." Kili answered.

"Only we've encountered a slight...problem." Fili continued, glancing at Bilbo, up to me and then to his brother.

"We had sixteen." Kili added.

"Now there's, fourteen." Fili finished.

I swiftly walked around the trio to recount the ponies, taking notice to the uprooted tree while I passed. I counted...and recounted, and I always came to the same number.

"There are only fourteen, and it seems Beinion has gone missing as well..." I commented, sighing just a bit.

"Daisy and Bungo are missing." Kili called, coming to stand by my side as I stooped by the uprooted tree, taking notice to that same foul stench but stronger.

"W-well that's not good." Bilbo said pointing at the fallen tree. "And that is not good at all, shouldn't we tell Thorin."

"Ugh...no." Fili interrupted on the other side of the tree. "Lets not worry him."

"Or...you both just don't want to get lectured for not doing a job your leader had assigned you." I commented, smirking a bit when Kili sent me a slight glare.

"As our official burglar, we thought...you might like to look into it." Fili suggested, looking to Bilbo.

"Well, uh, looks like something big...uprooted these trees." Bilbo observed going to inspect the side.

"That was our thinking." Kili added.

"Something very big and possibly...quite dangerous." Bilbo trailed off, stretching the words out.

The crunching of wood reached my ears as I quickly turned in its direction, my eyes seeing a bit of fire light in the distance...fire light that was not our own.

"There!" I called urgently, gracefully making my way in the direction of the glowing fire.

I heard Fili and Kili's footsteps following close behind as we took cover by a log that was low to the ground.

A gruff laughter was heard in the distance as Bilbo bent down besides Fili to ask what the noise was.

"Trolls..." I grumbled, finally piecing together where the stench had come from, gracefully, I leaped over the log to make my way closer to the glowing fire, making no noise as I went.

As I got closer, I heard another rustling from my left and quickly hid behind a nearby boulder, loud rustling was heard coming closer and the two brothers almost ran right pass me had I not took a quick hold of their clothing and forced them to keep low behind a fallen tree.

"You guys are too loud!" I ground out, watching as Bilbo quickly tip-toed his way to his own hiding spot close by.

"We can't be as graceful and quiet as you!" Kili shot back a bit too loudly.

"Shhh!" I hushed him just in time to see a troll bellow his way through the forest...two little ponies tucked under his arm.

"He's got Myrtle and Minty." Bilbo mumbled watching the troll walk away and sighed in frustration. "I think they're going to eat them we have to do something."

The two dwarves suddenly looked up at Bilbo, both nodding in agreement.

"Yes, you should." Kili said, swiftly standing up to push Bilbo toward his brother, taking Bilbo's hiding place along with one of the bowls. "Mountain trolls are slow and stupid and you're so small they'll never see you. It's perfectly safe, we'll be right behind you."

Bilbo was in the process of disagreeing only for Fili to interrupt and take the other bowl from his hand.

"If you run into trouble, hoot twice like a barn owl and once like a brown owl." Fili said pushing Bilbo forward into the open path.

Fili and Kili quickly went to my side and took a hold of my wrist, pulling me away to leave poor Bilbo on his own to deal with the three trolls I can now see in the distance.

When a fair distance was between us and the danger I hand yanked myself out of their grip.

"You two will tell the company what is going on here." I ordered, my eyes glancing back nervously in the other direction. "I'm not leaving poor Bilbo there alone."

"You can't take on mountain trolls by yourself." Kili argued, attempting to pull me back in the companies direction.

"Poor Bilbo has gone off by himself, my guess is in hopes to prove himself worthy, and you said we would be right behind him. I will not have your companies burglar eaten for super." I said looking back toward the fire light. "Go and warn Thorin...I will be fine."

I pulled my bow free and quickly ran back toward the light, making sure not to step on any twigs and made my way up a nearby tree.

Stealthily, I stuck to the shadows in the tree and by the time I got there I saw poor Bilbo trying to untie the ponies, along with three mountain trolls surrounding the fire. I had hoped Bilbo could see me, but it seemed his eyesight was not so great in the dark...especially when I tried my best to keep to the shadows.

"I hope you're gonna gut these nags. I don't like the stinky parts." The one with the dirty vest said, getting up to look at the ponies, only to be smacked in the head by the cook of the trio.

"I said sit down." The cook yelled, as the whiney one complained and complied.

'Slow is an understatement...' I thought as I saw Bilbo make a move to once again try to untie the ponies.

I quietly took an arrow from my back quiver and knocked it back, ready to draw the string back and fire if necessary.

"I'm starvin! Are we 'aving horse tonight or what?" The one that had carried the ponies yelled.

"Shut your cakehole. You'll eat what I give ya'." The cook called out as Bilbo started to make his way away from the pen toward the scrawny troll.

'Bilbo...what are you doing?' I thought watching the little hobbit like a hawk, my bow still knocked.

"How come 'e's the cook? Everything tastes the same. Everything tastes like chicken." The pony snatcher complained.

"Except the chicken." The scrawny looking one added.

"That tastes like fish!" The pony snatcher complained.

"I'm just saying, a little appreciation would be nice." The cook said pausing, listening to the surroundings. "'Thank you very much, Bert,' 'Lovely stew, Bert'; how hard is that?" The cook, who I assumed was named Bert, complained as Bilbo made his way closer, I noticed the scrawny troll reaching out almost about to grab for Bilbo. "Hmm, it just needs a sprinkle of squirrel dung."

I pulled the string of my bow back, aiming it right at the scrawny troll that was close to grabbing Bilbo, but instead he had reached for a cup sitting beside him.

"There, that's my grog!" Bert called out, causing the scrawny one to chuckle nervously.

"Uhh, uhh, sorry." He apologized, once again getting hit.

'These three trolls...are just shameful...' I thought, relaxing my arm and pinching the bridge of my nose.

I heard the rustling of footsteps hitting the ground, and in the corner of my eyes I saw movement in the tall grass. I looked to see the company, armed and waiting, watching the trolls interaction.

"Ooh, that is beautifully balanced, that is."

Bilbo quickly made a dash toward the huge knife hanging at the back of the scrawny one, attempting to lift the knife without being noticed.

When the troll stood up, I drew back my bow, eyes trained on the eye sockets and I quickly tensed as I saw Bilbo make a second attempt. However, the scrawny one had reached behind him and grabbed Bilbo in the process, blowing his nose all over the hobbit.

'Disgusting...' I thought, making a face but still tense and ready to fire. 'Poor Mister Bilbo...'

The troll yelled out in shock, green gunk hanging from his nose.

"Argh! Blimey! Bert! Bert!" The scrawny one called the cook over. "Look what's come out of me 'ooter! It's got arms and legs and everything." The troll called in excitement.

'This is bad...' With the bow aimed at the eye of the troll who held Bilbo, I took a glance at the dwarves who tensed as well. 'Please stay hidden...' I prayed.

"What is it?

"I don't know, but I don't like the way it wriggles around!" The scrawny troll yelled out in disgust, throwing Bilbo onto the ground.

"What are you then? An oversized squirrel?" The pony snatcher asked, holding out his knife at Bilbo, my target changing.

"I'm a burglar- uhh, Hobbit." Bilbo stuttered.

"A Burgla-Hobbit?" The scrawny one asked curiously.

"Can we cook 'im?" The pony snatcher asked, licking his lips hungrily as he looked to Bert.

"We can try!" The scrawny one giggled, reaching out to get a grasp on the hobbit.

Bilbo quickly tried to make his escape, dodging between the legs of the trolls, too quick for the three to catch him.

I growled furiously as the pony snatcher suddenly took a hold of Bilbo's feet and hung him upside down in the air over the pot.

"Gotcha!" The pony snatcher called, holding his blade close to Bilbo. "Are there any more of you little fellas 'iding where you shouldn't?"

"Nope." Bilbo answered a bit too quickly, frantically moving about to get free.

"He's lying." The scrawny one accused.

"No I'm not!" Bilbo answered quickly again, trying to be a bit more convincing.

"Hold his toes over the fire. Make him squeal."

I took aim at the troll, about to let go before the scrawny one squealed and fell to his knees.

I looked down a bit in shock when my previous target disappeared, and saw that Kili had jumped out of the tall grass, slashing at the troll leg.

"Drop him!" Kili yelled out.

"You what?" The pony snatcher questioned.

"I said." Kili repeated, twirling his sword to get a good grasp on the weapon. "Drop him."

The pony snatcher growled, and the moment he threw Bilbo toward Kili I had taken aim at his eye. I let my arrow fly just as Bilbo flew into Kili, hitting its mark as the troll howled in pain, his right hand covering his eye.

From the bushes emerged the company, led by their King. They started to slash at the legs of the trolls, one of them now adorning my arrow protruding from his eye socket.

It was chaotic, dwarves being shoved and kicked into trees and boulders, swords clashing against the stone skin of the trolls, hammers falling on the toes, and the little hobbit lost in all this chaos. I quickly notched back another arrow, taking aim at the eye of scrawny troll, and let it fly...hitting its target. And when I noticed that my arrows would not do much against the tough exterior of the troll I knew I could not stay hidden in the trees for so long.

I quickly jumped out of my hiding space, drawing my arrow, firing it in midair toward the pony snatcher until I landed on the back of Bert the troll who had fallen to his knees after being struck in the face by the war hammer belonging to Dwalin.

I took out one of my throwing knives that was attached to my left side and plunged it in the back of his neck, Bert howling angrily at the sudden intrusion.

Bert had tried a couple of times to reach for me in order to shake me, before finally succeeding in catching my leg and flinging hard into a nearby boulder.