"Thieves! Fire! Murder!" The voice screamed as it neared us. I was suddenly yanked back into the group of dwarves as they made a tight circle, weapons drawn.

Suddenly, a sleigh pulled by several rabbits shot into the clearing with a small, weird looking man dressed head to toe in brown robes.

I would have mistaken him for a homeless wanderer if I didn't see the staff or pointed hat he bore.

"Radagast!" Gandalf suddenly exclaimed.

We all began to relax, but not all the way.

I looked down as a rabbit began to sniff at my foot. It was so cute. I kneeled down in front of it and held my hand out, and it sniffed my fingers, then butted its head into my hand and I rubbed its little head and ears, smiling more as two other rabbits hopped over to investigate me.

They were all wearing little harnesses that attached to the sleigh, but were all roughly three times the size as a normal rabbit. I kind of wanted one, but figured it would be wrong to ask the wizard for one.

"Oh! What's this? They seem to like you!" A voice said above me and I looked up to see the small wizard who had arrived with them and I stood up quickly.

"Oh-uh, sorry." I mumbled.

"How curious." Radagast mused as he stared at me. "You do have a way with animals. My Rhosgabel Rabbits would have never approached a stranger so willingly. What's your name, dear?"

"Freya." I said. "Just Freya."

"Well, Just Freya, you do have a gift, and that I cannot deny. You have elf blood in you. High elf if I am guessing right. It's nothing to be ashamed of. It makes you you!"

High elf? I felt my cheeks go slightly red and said, "There would be several people who would disagree with you."

Radagast laughed and started as something began to crawl up his arm, and he gently picked up a long bug from his coat and said, "Oh! Stick insect." He gently set the bug on a leaf and turned back to me and said, "Well, those who disagree with me in this regard, are idiots! It's a gift, Just Freya! A gift! Remember that!"

"Radagast." Gandalf interrupted gently. "Why are you here?"

"Oh! Gandalf it's dreadful! The land and animals were getting sick and then there were spiders. Giant spiders, Gandalf. From Dol Guldur."

A hand on my shoulder made me turn around to see Thorin and he nodded for me to come away from the group with him. I noticed Dwalin was staring me down, so I merely walked over to the tree where my dagger still was and went to put it back into the sheath on my belt, but stopped when I saw the blade was glowing blue.

"Orcs!" I shouted just as a warg appeared above me. But, Thorin was already there and cut it down with an Elvish sword before I could react.

"A scout." He growled. "Everyone! Run!"

I ran over and grabbed my satchel of supplies and the small bag of gold I took from the cave and slung it over my shoulder, stuffing the coins into the bag as I ran.

We broke out onto a large field and began to run fast across the grass. Radagast had taken off into the opposite direction and orcs and wargs were chasing after his sleigh. I hoped the rabbits would be alright.

We ducked behind a rock, but a growl from above my head announced the warg's presence. With a grunt, I rammed my sword up and into its lower jaw, through its skull. It let out a pained gurgle, blood spraying, and I ripped my blade free from the monster as it tumbled off the rock. The others took care of its Orc rider.

Freya! Are you alright! My dragon called anxiously in my head.

I'm fine. There are orcs!

Go northeast! Secret tunnel. Hidden in that pile of rocks.

I frowned and began to search the plains. Sure enough, there was the pile of rocks my dragon had located. I didn't bother asking how he knew. He seemed to have a solution for almost every problem since we left on this adventure. He was right when he said he would protect me.

"This way!" I said and grabbed the hand of the dwarf closest to me- which happened to be Thorin- and ran for the pile of rocks. I knew I would get an earful later from Dwalin, but part of me didn't care. I liked a Thorin and how he treated me. Maybe Dwalin would have to deal with that.

The wargs began to follow us and I just ran faster, Thorin not letting go of my hand as our group made a mad dash for the pile of rocks. We dove into the crevice and guided the others into the hole until all fourteen dwarves, the hobbit, and the wizard were safely inside.

But I wasn't looking outside. I felt a tug...sort of a pull, towards whatever it was at the end of the tunnel.

I began to make my way towards it when a thump and an awful scream came from the entrance of the cave. The body of an orc fell inside with a golden arrow sticking from its neck.

Thorin dipped it out and glared at the weapon, dropping it on the ground in distaste and growling, "Elves."

I looked back towards the tunnel through the cave and said, "Guys. There's a way out." I began to walk through the tunnel and the others all began to follow after me. The tunnel was narrow, but I squeezed through fine. It was Bombur that slowed us down.

When we reached the exit, I squinted a little in the sunlight, then gasped. There was a waterfall and green trees and flowers. And at the center of it all was a large palace with open halls and countless gardens.

"Wow..." I breathed. "It's beautiful."

"What is this place?" Bilbo asks, coming to stand next to me with just as much of an astonished look.

"This is the Valley of Imraldis. Or, in the Common Tongue, Rivendell. The Last Homely House." Gandalf said as he stood next to us, hands on our shoulders, before he moved ahead to lead us down to the elven palace.

I looked back at the others, who didn't seem at all impressed by the sight, but when Thorin looked at me, his expression softened somewhat.

I smiled at him, then turned and followed after Gandalf and Bilbo.

I reached up and untied my scarf from around my pointed ears and began to furiously try and fix my silver hair as we made our way into the palace.

We stopped in the center of a large courtyard, where an elf- whom Gandalf called Lindir- came forward and began to speak with him in elvish.

I didn't much care about the speaking in another language until the elf looked at me and said something. That also seemed to gain the dwarves' attention, because they began to pull me back to them protectively.

"Are ye offering her insult, ye pointy-eared bastard?" Gloin snarled and the others all began to nod and bellow their challenges. I just stood in the middle of them, feeling slightly embarrassed.

"No." Gandalf said with an annoyed huff. "He's offering you all food and asking her her name."

"My name is Freya." I say and pull my arms free from them.

"Freya." Lindir says curiously. "And your parents?"

"My mother was a dwarf who died in childbirth. My father an elf. But I never knew him."

"You favor the appearance of those found in Mirkwood. Come inside. Lord Elrond would want to meet you."

"Mirkwood?" I asked softly. I looked at Fili, who stood closest to me, and he looked a bit nervous. The others had the same look.

Suddenly, horse hooves thundered on the cobblestones behind us, and the next thing I knew, I was being tugged back into the center of the group with Bilbo as elves on giant horses came into the courtyard, trotting around our group as they sneered down at us.

I felt self conscious and quickly tied my scarf back around my ears.

Then, an elf with long dark hair dismounted and a guard led his horse away. His eyes drifted towards me as Lindir spoke to him quietly in Elvish.

He turned to face me fully, and Kili and Fili stiffened on either side of me, each of my brothers grabbing my hands. I squeezed their's back.

"Freya. I've long expected you. Please. Come with me." The elf held a hand out to me and a strange part of me trusted him. It was easy for me to.

I released the brothers' hands and Fili said, "Freya, wait."

"It's ok." I say. "I think I've met this ellon before." I say.

The elf straightened. "I am Lord Elrond, and yes. We have met...but you were just a baby at the time. Come. I have much to tell you."

I looked back at the others, and noticed Thorin and Dwalin didn't look like they trusted this situation at all. I smiled encouragingly at them.

Thorin merely nodded to me, but Dwalin kept glaring at the elves.

I left the group of dwarves and followed Elrond up the steps into the palace, my hand on his forearm as he guided me into the brilliant hall.