after leaving Mirkwood centuries ago, you traveled endlessly before finding your self in the Shire, surrounded by hobbits. It wasn’t like you were bound to the place, but it seemed every day a hobbit would ask you for a favour or a chore they were un capable of. And being an elf, you had many skills and knowledge in many things.

that’s how you were introduced to Thorin.

Gandalf had been persuading you all week. If you took a simple company of dwarves to the Lonely mountains and help them reclaim their home from Smaug, a dragon, it would be highly appreciated.

so now it was you, 13 dwarves and a hobbit, Bilbo Baggins, venturing through Mirkwood Forrest after a long long journey. You had just come across spiders when you heard something familiar.

Elves.

“I suggest you drop your weapons, dwarf.” The Elvin Prince suddenly spoke, standing on a fallen tree log with his bow directed at Thorins throat. Tauriel had her bow directed at Kili and Fili, 30 other elves also holding their ground.