Author's Note: Hello Hobbit Fans! I'm updating this slowly even though I have a lot of chapters already made up, but I hope that I still keep you all interested and you stay with me until the very end of the story. Now that we know of what our lovely Bellethiel had gone through, how will Thorin act now I wonder?

Disclaimer: I do not own The Hobbit! All rights go to J.R.R. Tolkien and Peter Jackson if you notice anything from the book/movie I do not own! I only own Bellethiel and her kin! If you see any grammar mistakes that I have overlooked then I am sorry and I hope this chapter isn't too hard to read. Enjoy this chapter!

"Quiet!" I whispered harshly behind me to the company as we stealthily made our way in the shadows around Rivendell.

I had woken up the company in the dead of night, an hour or so before the sun would rise in the sky. I led the company through deserted halls that I knew would not be inhabited during this time of day and the group behind me were making noises the closer we got to the exit.

"Where are we going?" One of the dwarves I could not identify grumbled out.

"There is a hidden passageway out, that is where we are headed." I answered plainly, quickening my pace.

I had deserted my dress clothes to the clothes I had arrived in that I had found neatly folded and cleaned.

"We are close." I called out silently.

"And where are you off to Bellethiel?"

Blocking our way out stood Tirananniel along with my two nephews.

"I do not think you need an answer Tirananniel." I stated glaring at the three blocking our path. "If you are here to stop the company...then you will give me no choice but to force my way through."

"You forgot your sword." Tirananniel smiled, holding up the sword I had found in the Trolls cave. "Ringil will serve you well."

I stepped forward as Tirananniel placed the sword in my waiting hands and quickly my two nephews closed in on both sides, throwing their arms around me.

"Be safe Nana." Beriohtarion whispered.

"And stay alive..." Balamaethor mumbled sadly.

"We will see each other again..." I smiled sadly, giving the two a tight squeeze and quickly letting go.

"If you are to ever need our help...you will just have to call us." Tirananniel smiled warmly. "We will always follow."

"I do not think I will need to call...you always seem to know." I commented, causing Tirananniel to wink.

"You must be quick before Lord Elrond and the White Council figure out you and the company are missing." Tirananniel said, stepping to the side to let us through.

I nodded and began to move forward with the company following close behind.

"Until next we meet captain." Tirananniel called out.

We had reached the mountain pass and began making our way along the narrow passage way with myself at the front. I stood to the side as I took one glance back to Rivendell, nodding to Thorin and motioning to the path.

"Be on your guard; we're about to step over the edge of the Wild." Thorin called out, standing to the side to let the rest move forward.

Thorin spoke to Balin as I watched Bilbo turn back around.

"Master Baggins, I suggest you keep up." Thorin called, turning to leave.

"Bilbo?" I called out, as he turned to look at me. "Let us go, I would not want to leave behind our burglar."

Bilbo smiled, half heartily and began to follow in line. I could feel the stare of the dwarves as they walked pass me, but I chose to ignore the stares.

The confession of the following night caused a strange division between the company and myself. An uncomfortable silence and conversations due to the new information. We were back to the way things were when the journey first began.

-Night 1-

"Belle?"

We had settled down for the night, the dwarves sat around the crackling fire laughing at something someone had said. I had sat at the edge of the woods, away from the glow of the fire, silently keeping watch with my back toward the company.

I looked behind to see a nervous Bilbo, who smiled and held up two bowls of food.

"Thought you would want company." Bilbo and motioned toward the bowls. "And some food."

I smiled at his attempt and patted the ground beside me. Bilbo quickly shuffled and took the offered seat, handing me my bowl. We sat in a peaceful silence, my bowl left forgotten while Bilbo was eating, but I felt that there was something off...something that Bilbo wanted to ask.

"Is there something you wish to ask me Bilbo?" I questioned suddenly, causing the hobbit to jump a bit.

"That night...when Gandalf had mentioned of the banished warrior...he was talking about you wasn't he?" Bilbo nervously questioned.

"He was..." I answered.

"Why did you want to hide it?" Bilbo asked.

"There are...things I have done, regrets." I said. "Though I do not regret helping the dwarves...I do not take pride in the lives I have ruined."

"What lives have you ruined?" Bilbo questioned, his voice raising just a bit. "You saved so many lives that were trapped in the Lonely Mountain! What lives could you have ruined?"

"I..." I stopped, something crossing my mind as I looked down to Bilbo a bit in shock. "you believe my story?"

"Of course I do." Bilbo blurted out quickly. "Why wouldn't I?"

"I have no proof to give..." I stated plainly.

"I don't think you can lie about something like that, and you especially can't lie about emotions you show." Bilbo stated. "There's no proof needed."

I smiled at Bilbo, reached out and patted his head.

"Thank you, Bilbo." I said sincerely.

"Although...now knowing what you did, I really wish those dwarves would treat you better." Bilbo stated crossing his arms. "The stubbornness of dwarves."

I laughed quietly to myself.

"God of Battle?" Bilbo called out. "Gandalf mentioned you earned the title God of Battle."

I nodded my head.

"Valauthiel." I answered. "At a young age I was never good in the healing arts, but I was born to fight. It came easy for me. My brother and myself were prodigies...nothing could defeat me, and it was impossible when my brother was by my side. I was then given the name Valauthiel, a title I once held with much pride."

"What were they like? Your brother and sister?" Bilbo asked.

"Look at Fili and Kili." I stated, glancing back at the camp site to the two brothers who were laughing the loudest. "They were an exact copy of those two, always loved to play pranks when they were young, still would when they were not taking things seriously. I was always the level headed sibling, always getting them out of trouble. My sister was never good at fighting, but she was a great healer though being the youngest of the three of us she did not have to fight. My brother was a mixture of the two of us, a healer and a fighter. They were...such amazing people, you would have loved them Bilbo."

I sighed sadly.

"I had to watch my siblings, my best friends, die..." I looked back to Fili and Kili. "I hope they never have to experience that."

A silence fell between us before Bilbo cleared his throat.

"I don't believe you could mess up anyone's lives Belle." Bilbo commented.

"Thank you for your kind words Bilbo." I smiled sadly. "Tell me about what happened in Bag End before I had arrived." I said, wanting a change of subject.

"Oh it was absolutely awful! Dreadful!" Bilbo called out, already going on a stampede, ranting on all the destruction they had left at his house, all the food they had eaten.

I laughed loudly at his animated motions, getting riled up to a point where he got straight to his feet and laughed along with me during some parts in the story I thought was impossible, but he had assured me that it was all true.

But what I didn't know was that there were listeners during our private conversation.

-Night 2-

"Thorin." I called walking up to him.

Thorin was sitting, conversing with Balin and Dwalin, discussing who knows what and he did not bother to give me his attention.

"Thorin." I called again, now standing right behind him.

"What is it." Thorin growled, turning to glare up at me.

"I would like my silver bead back." I stated, remembering that I had yet gotten it back ever since I had showed it to him in Rivendell.

"I do not have it." Thorin stated, turning his back to me.

"I lent it to you before I had left with my nephews. I told you that I expected it back on my return, how could you tell me you do not have it." I glared, getting quite upset.

"You can always get another." Thorin growled, his anger rising by the second.

"That had belonged to my brother!" I growled out loudly, catching the attention of the company. "There is no replacing it! What did you do with it!"

Thorin turned to me, swiftly getting to his feet, his stance full of rage...and then it occurred to me.

"You did not believe our story...so you discarded it." I stated.

"I told you I do not have it, it was probably left back at that elvish resident." Thorin stated.

I reached out and took a hold of his coat, gripping tightly to the fabric, before I shoved him away remembering where I was.

"Whether you believe my tale or not that bead belonged to my brother...there is no replacing its value..." I stated sadly, turning to walk away.

-Night 7-

"We're close to the Misty Mountain trail that Gandalf had told us about." Balin said.

"We will wait for Gandalf to join us once in the Mountain..." I stated.

The past nights were...uneventful. I stayed away from the camp fire, on alert and watching for any signs of danger. Bilbo would join me though, bringing me my share of the food and sharing stories before turning in for the night. But this night would be different, I was asked by Balin to join in on a discussion with Balin, Dwalin and Thorin, the reason for my presence there was not clear, just that Balin had wanted me there.

"Is there any danger that poses a threat to us?" Thorin questioned.

"There was no threat when I had passed through, though I have not traveled through the Misty Mountains for quite some time." I confessed, not bothering to look to Thorin, still quite upset.

"Then what good are you." Dwalin grumbled very quietly under his breathe.

"I am good with giving you advice on which path to lead you that will not pose a threat to the company." I said plainly, causing Dwalin to grunt. "You seem to forget that I have very good hearing."

I breathed out, and looked at the three dwarves in front of me.

"If we are done here, then I am on watch for tonight." I commented, going back to the spot away from the camp fire.

"Why don't you get some sleep, lass." Balin called out, causing me to pause in my retreat. "You've been awake throughout our journey, you need rest as well."

I did not look back, and just continued to walk away from the camp fire.

"Oh no you don't." Bilbo called out, walking quickly to take a firm grip of my hand. "You're spending tonight by the camp fire."

"Bilbo..." I called, not bothering to pull away, just letting the hobbit pull me in the direction.

"Belle!" Kili called, smiling, waving in our direction.

"So nice of you to join us lass." Bofur smiled as well. "You've been isolating yourself these past days, it wasn't healthy."

"Here Belle." Bombur called beside me, placing a bowl in my hand. "I've noticed you haven't been eating due to the bowls that have been coming back full. So sit, and eat."

I stood there with the bowl in my hands and looked at the group surrounding the campfire.

"Well? What are you waiting for?" Fili questioned, smirking slyly besides his brother. "Sit Belle!"

I took a seat, a bit unsure and began slowly eating.

Standing up I handed my bowl back to Bombur after I had finished half of it and began to make my way away from the camp site.

"No." Kili called, in a flash appearing by my side and forcing me back to the camp. "You are going to sit and rest."

"I do not think that would be wise..." I stated, to shocked to struggle away.

"You're part of the company!" Bofur smiled. "Why wouldn't it be such a good idea!"

I looked around at the group surrounding the camp fire, to friendly faces from most of the younger dwarves, and the group had begun talking loudly. Sharing their own stories from their childhood, embarrassing stories, hunts, their home...it was nice for a change.

The awkward air had lifted and for this one night I was able to relax, to take a rest for the night instead of keeping watch.

-Night 8-

"I can't stay muinthel...muindor." Anameleth said sadly.

"You can't leave Anameleth!" Voronwë argued, looking at me. "Tell her Bellethiel!"

"If I stay I will waste away Voronwë!" Anameleth argued.

"You have two sons that need you! Is that not reason enough?" Voronwë argued.

"You don't think I've tried to keep going, Voronwë?" Anameleth glared at Voronwë. "I've tried my damn hardest, but I can feel myself falling apart!"

Voronwë growled in irritation, pacing back and forth as I sat on a piece of furniture in my room.

I had been talking with Voronwë about training the new younglings before our sister, Anameleth walked in.

"Aren't you going to say anything, Bellethiel? Would be great if you added to this conversation!" Voronwë glared.

"What can I say Voronwë, her mind is made up?" I questioned angrily.

"Aren't you the least bit upset!" Voronwë argued.

"Of course I am upset Voronwë! There is only the three of us and now I hear one of us is planning to sail to the Undying Lands!" I glared at Voronwë.

"Please be understanding Voronwë." Anameleth begged. "I cannot keep living like this...I love my sons, but if I stay...I will only cause them more pain."

Voronwë breathed out angrily before looking sadly at Anameleth.

"I cannot say that I will be understanding Anameleth, or that I will accept this...but if you must then I cannot stop you." Voronwë said, moving forward to embrace our sister.

"Bellethiel..." Anameleth mumbled, turning to me in Voronwë's embrace "I need you to do something for me."

I walked to her as she placed a gold bead in my hand.

"I need you to promise to watch out for my boys in my absence...you and Voronwë." Anameleth said. "Please Bellethiel..."

I sighed sadly before pulling my little sister into my arms.

"They will know that their mother loved them very much..." I mumbled as I felt Voronwë join our group.

I woke up in shock, I had never thought of my sisters farewell, but for this night while meditating it had crossed my mind.

I looked to the sky and saw the stars in the sky.

'Anameleth...' I thought, standing up to stretch.

I looked toward the fire and saw someone was missing.

'Thorin?' I thought, getting up to search for the missing King.

I had not needed to walk very far for Thorin was sitting not too far from the company.

"You should be resting Thorin." I called as he turned his head to glance at me. "What are you doing away from the company?"

"That's none of your concern." Thorin growled, turning away from me.

I sighed, before turning away to head back to the camp site.

"Assuming your past is true...why would you come to the aid of dwarves?" Thorin questioned, standing up to face me.

"We could not leave you without help..." I stated, turning back around to face Thorin. "It did not feel right if we had just turned around to ignore your call. I do not regret my decision Thorin."

Thorin stood straight, his eyes downcast and in thought.

"I apologize for not telling you, but I assumed you would not believe me so what good would it do to tell you so soon." I stated.

Thorin sighed before holding my gaze.

"I thank you for looking out for my nephews," Thorin mumbled. "my sisters sons...if anything happened to them I don't know what I would do."

"Thorin, you do not trust elves...it is understandable. But I mean it when I say that I will do whatever I can to help you reclaim your home." I stated suddenly. "This I promise."

Thorin chuckled before heading back in the direction of the camp site.

"Get some rest Bellethiel." Thorin whispered. "We have a long way to go until we reach Erebor."

-Day 12-

It had begun to rain by the time we had reached the Misty Mountains, and it only got worse the moment we had begun to walk on the narrow path. The sky was dark, thunder clapped in the distance, the rain was pounding hard causing it to impair our vision. The narrow trail was a dangerous one to take, with a jutting cliff on our left and a sheer drop to our right.

"Hold on!" Thorin called from up ahead.

I stood behind Fili as we cautiously began to move forward, sticking close to the cliff side so as to not fall off to our deaths. From behind I heard rocks crumbling and looked back for a split second to see Dwalin pulling Bilbo back flush against the cliff.

"We must find shelter!" Thorin yelled over the wind.

"Watch out!" Dwalin yelled.

I looked up to see a massive boulder hurtling toward us in the air, it hit the mountainside causing it to smash into little pieces falling all around as we pressed ourselves closer to the mountain.

"This is no thunderstorm; it's a thunder battle! Look!" Balins's voice called out.

Through the rain I looked and saw a giant silhouette that had reached for a boulder on the opposite side of the mountain...a stone giant as he ripped off a boulder from the top.

"Well bless me, the legends are true. Giants; Stone Giants!" Bofur's voice called from behind.

I looked behind me to see he had stepped further from the cliff side as the giant had thrown the gigantic boulder in our direction. I followed the trajectory of the boulder as it hit another giant that had appeared from around the corner of our cliff, hitting its mark, causing more rocks to fall upon us.

"Take cover: you'll fall!" Thorin yelled.

We held fast to the side of the cliff, pressing ourselves as close as possible as I watched some of the debris of the rocks hit our pathway causing it to crumble and give way. Suddenly the mountain we were on began to shake and tremble as it began to separate.

"What's happening?" Kili called out in alarm.

"Kili! Grab my hand! Ki..."

I looked to my right and saw Fili moving forward and quickly placed my arm across his chest and forcing him against the cliff, thinking he would fall forward through the crack.