I was floating. I could feel the pull of gravity around me and my hair whooshing up around me. Then I realised that I wasn't floating. I was falling. Panic washed over me as I fell. All the faces I had seen in my lifetime washed over my vision and rested on one I didn't recognise.

He was dark and jagged and as I squinted to take a look, the edges focused. The figure was wearing a spindly and menacing crown. He too was falling in front of me but he looked like he had chosen to be here. He was gliding more than falling. I reached out to make sure he was real but as I did a horrid orange fire rippled away from my fingers and ensnared me in itself. In his place was now an eye of fire. My mouth was gaping open and air rushed from my lungs.

I realised that I was screaming but no sound came. The eye screeched at me, ripping right through my soul. The epicentre of the sharp stab was exactly where I had been ripped apart by the arrow. The pain now started to consume me and the screech called out to me.

It spoke one word. A word I hadn't heard for a long time.

Caladhiel

***

"The Valley of Imladris. In the Common Tongue, it's known by a another name." Gandalf informed us.

"Rivendell." I murmured in amazement. Just as the word passed from my lips, Thorin grunted and Radagast's elven friend writhed and screamed out in pain. Thorin, with the help of Dwalin, had carried her through the passage but only due to Gandalf's order. Thorin and dwalin placed her on the floor. They weren't as gentle as they should have been and I wasn't the only one who noticed. They had earned themselves another screech from the wounded elf and a sharp glare from Gandalf.

"Here lies the last Homely House east of the sea," Gandalf continued, "now hurry we must take her to Lord Elrond to be attended to."

Despite Gandalf's haste, Thorin still decided to argue with him "This was your plan all along, to seek refuge with our enemy."

"You have no enemies here, Thorin Oakenshield. The only ill-will to be found in this valley is that which you bring yourself." Gandalf snapped back and Thorin gave up.

"If we are to be successful, this will need to be handled with tact and respect and no small degree of charm. Which is why you will leave the talking to me." Gandalf warned Thorin as he and Dwalin, more gently this time, picked up the she-elf and began walking down the path.

***

Once we reached the entrance, a dark haired elf strode over to Gandalf.

"Mithrandir." He greeted fondly.

"Ah, Lindir!" Gandalf replied with a grim expression "This elf is in need of medical attention immediately, I fear she will not be able to survive her wounds for much longer; where is Lord Elrond? I must speak with him after he has helped her."

"My lord Elrond is not here." Lindir replied quickly, looking as concerned as I was for our latest companion.

"Not here? Where is he?" Gandalf began to worry.

Suddenly, elvish horns sounded. They were the same as earlier and we all turn to see riders retun to their home.

Thorin jolted into action "Ifridî bekâr! Hold ranks! Bilbo stand with her"

{'Ready weapons!'

I was pulled into the center of the huddle and the She elf was quickly placed on the floor next to me. She cried out again and began to writhe around. I held her down in an attempt to save her from further injury, blood started trickling from her mouth again. Gandalf was right, she had little time left. In my panic, I had no idea what was going on around me. The ranks settled slightly but didn't disperse.

I heard a voice sound "Gandalf."

"Lord Elrond. Mellonnen! Mo evínedh?" I heard Gandalf reply in elvish.

{'My friend! Where have you been?'

"Farannem 'lamhoth i udul o charad. Dagannem rim na Iant Vedui."

{'We've been hunting a pack of Orcs that came up from the South. We slew a number near the Hidden Pass.'

The conversation carried on. "Strange for Orcs to come so close to our borders. Something, or someone, has drawn them near." Just as Elrond continued, another cry sounded and the crowd parted.

All attention was on me and the elf that had been laid beside me. I was still holding her down but I wasn't strong enough to make much of a difference. Elrond handed an orc sword to Lindir and strode over to me. He briefly examined the she-elf and then spoke up to his elven company. Our injured friend continued to writhe about and whimper. At least she has ceased screaming I suppose. 

"Tul- hen na i infirmarui" he ordered.

{'Take her to the infirmary'

Elrond looked after her as she was lifted up and away to what I assumed was a healing room. He paused a brief moment and then turned to the rest of us and uttered a few words in elvish which none of us understood.

"Nartho i noer, toltho i viruvor. Boe i annam vann a nethail vin."

Gloin, one of the most prejudiced of the dwarves jumped to conclusions, "What is he saying? Does he offer us insult?"

The dwarves grew bellicose and gripped their weapons uneasily, muttering to each other and grumbling in dwarvish.

Then Gandalf spoke up exasperatedly. "No, master Gloin, he's offering you food."

With that, the dwarves turned to each other and discussed what to do. I rolled my eyes.

After a moment of deliberation, Gloin accepted the offer and said "Ah well, in that case, lead on."

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