Sara shook Kili's shoulder, glancing around the dark camp. Where was Fili? After recognizing Gandalf approaching on horseback, she and Bard had quickly made their way back to the camp. Bard had gone to notify Thorin and the others while Sara had found her way back to where the rest of the company still slept.

"Kili, wake up," she hissed, shaking his shoulder once again. Kili groaned and rolled over, peeping an eye at her.

"Sara, what's happened?" came Bilbo's voice from the left. The hobbit was on his knees, his tousled honey-colored curls flat on one side.

"Gandalf is back!" she said, unable to keep the excitement from her voice. Finally, Gandalf was back! There was so much to tell him! So much to talk about. Where had he been all this time? So many questions. "Come on Kili, get up!"

"Did you say Gandalf is back?" asked Kili groggily as he sat up and yawned.

"Yes!" she said impatiently as Bilbo hurried to wake the others.

In less than a minute they were up and headed to the tent where the others were gathering. They stepped inside, the burble of chatter rising to meet them as they made their way towards Fili, Thorin, and Balin. The space was packed with the bodies of dwarves, elves, and humans, not counting the odd wizard and hobbit. Lanterns hung from the slopped canvas ceiling on tethers. Gandalf and the new elf stood in the center of the canvas room conversing quietly. Bard and a few of the men from Lake-town including Talson and Eric were gathered to one side, Legolas and the elves from Mirkwood to the other, and the company including Sara and Bilbo stood near the back.

Sara's legs ached from the days walking so feeling a bit like a child in a kindergarten class she sank to sit on the dirt floor, trying to stifle a yawn. It had already been a long day and tonight was going to prove even longer. But despite her fatigue, Sara couldn't help but feel buoyed up by Gandalf's return. She was not the only one who seemed more alert and hopeful. Though there were many stifled yawns and tired faces, eyes were bright and smiles came more readily than they had in quite a while.

There was an unusual excitement among the elves over Gandalf's elven traveling companion, and Sara found her eyes drawn to the tall blond elf. On the surface, he didn't seem much different from the others of his race, but the longer she looked the more she thought she could feel power roll off of him. It was almost as though she were looking at Lord Elrond or Lady Galadriel. But strangely the spark around this elf was more electric, joyful, almost… wild.

At last, it seemed everyone important was gathered in the tent. It grew quiet with heavy and expectant anticipation. It was little Bilbo who at last broke the thick silence.

"Gandalf, where have you been?"

"All shall be answered in due time Mr. Baggins," answered Gandalf somberly though not unkindly.

"Due time has come and gone," grumbled Dwalin, his arms crossed over his chest. "We needed you long ago."

"There are urgent matters in this world other than yours, master Dwalin," said Gandalf cooley. "Many things require my attention. But come, tell me of your current situation."

"First introduce your companion," said Talson, grimacing as he shifted his arm in its sling. "Who is the new elf?"

There was a hiss of disapproval from several of the other elves. Legolas stepped forward looking almost angry.

"Hold your tongue if you are able," said the elf prince. "This is Glorfindel, slayer of the balrog on the pass of Cirith Thoronth. The Valar themselves saw his great deeds and brought him back to life to act as their emissary. Do not..." The golden-haired elf beside Gandalf laughed merrily. His mirth was light and floated around the room like leaves kicked up in a whirlwind.

"Peace, Prince Legolas, son of the Woodland realm," said Glorfindel, raising a hand. "It is in their nature to question. They mean no offense. If he had not asked after me, no doubt one of our more stout-hearted companions would have." He nodded in the direction of Thorin and the company. "That, or our hobbit Mr. Baggins, who I have heard is far too curious for his own good." To Sara's right, Bilbo stammered and flushed under the elf's sudden attention.

"For now it should sufficeth to say that I am an ally of no small strength. I am enemy to all who would spread despair and destruction. I defend those who seek good, but in particular, I seek to aid those who carry out the will of the Valar."

Here Glorfindel's gaze fell squarely on Sara, his bright grey-green eyes locking with and holding hers for a long moment. Off to her right, a throat cleared surreptitiously. She squirmed, the moment breaking as she turned to glance at Thorin who raised an eyebrow, a small frown tugging at the corner of his lips. She shrugged sheepishly, uncomfortably aware of the heat blooming and her cheeks. After a moment Thorin's mouth quirked back up and he gave a small shake of his head, his eyes rolling slightly.

"Come, come now," said Gandalf, breaking in. "The night will not last forever and I must receive an account from all parties here. Some in particular. I cannot waste time here for I have urgent business away to the east."

"You... you intend to leave us again?" spluttered Bilbo. "But you only just arrived, and Durrin's day is close at hand."

"Yes, yes," said Gandalf, waving a hand. "It can't be helped and after you have explained yourselves I shall tell you why, but not before. Now then, tell me what exactly is the relationship between the three parties gathered here?" He turned to Bard. "You are in charge of the men of Lake-town are you not?"

"Perhaps, but I..." began Bard, taken aback being addressed by the wizard.

"Either you are or you're not. If you are all about the business I suspect, then this is no time for irresolute leadership. I ask again; are you in charge of this ill-prepared rabble?" Bard looked helplessly to Talson.

"My men and I will follow you in protecting the people of Lake-town," said the head guard. Bard looked to Eric.

"You already know the people of Lake-town look to you. We will follow where you lead," said his friend. Finally, her father's questioning gaze fell to Sara. She nodded, trying to reassure him. Maybe in the book, he didn't become king until after the battle, but it was clear that the people of Laketown needed a solid leader now. Her father's eyes hardened and his back straightened.

"It would seem that I am," he said, looking to Gandalf.

"Very well then," said the wizard with finality. "Tell me where exactly are you leading these people?"

"To shelter in the tunnels beneath the ruins of Dale until the dragon Smaug is slain."

"And then?" questioned Gandalf.

"And then they are to shelter inside Erebor," said Thorin, stepping forward. The wizard's bushy eyebrows disappeared under his hat in surprise.

"Are they now?" Gandalf stroked his beard thoughtfully.

"It is the most defensible position from which to fight," said Legolas. The wizard turned his attention to the elf prince.

"And what of you and your kin? Where will you be during the battle?" Legolas turned to Thorin who nodded.

"We will fight from the mountain as well, the few of us here. I cannot speak for the hosts of my father in Mirkwood."

"Ah," said Gandalf, his face brightening. "You will be pleased to know that your father, though disoriented, is once again speaking for himself. You need not fear more on that count. I would wager my hat your father would welcome your timely return along with news of the goings-on outside his gates."

"Saruman has been driven out?" asked Bilbo.

"He has," said Glorfindel. "You may rest easy."

"I am told there was a treaty for peace between the dwarves and elves," said Gandalf, glancing at Thorin and then to Sara.

"It's true," said Fili. "We signed an alliance the afternoon of Saruman's arrival, but due to the wizard's trickery and magic, we were taken prisoner. In truth, we do not know where we stand with the elf king."

"Then perhaps it is best to ascertain the exact nature of your current relationship with the Woodland realm," suggested Gandalf.

"And how do you propose we go about doing that?" asked Thorin. "Durin's day is nearly upon us. We cannot backtrack now. The dragon and orc armies will not simply wait."

"No, you are right. I suggest you send an emissary."

"And who would you suggest?" asked Thorin, crossing his arms over his chest defiantly.

"Send me," said Balin, stepping forward from behind Sara and Kili. "I will go with Prince Legolas."

Sara shifted to the side to let Balin pass by. Beside her, Kili grimaced as he straightened his leg. She knew his leg still hurt him. He hobbled slightly when he walked. She was struck with a sudden idea and getting to her feet she moved quietly towards Thorin at the edge of the group. Catching his sleeve she pulled him out the back door of the tent.

"Sara, what is it?" he asked. "We should be inside."

"You made me a promise." His brows drew together in confusion.

"I do not understand. What do you wish?" he asked quietly.

"Send Fili and Kili with Legolas and Taurel." Thorin frowned.

"They will want to be there when we set foot inside the mountain," he said. "They would fight such an idea."

"Better than them fighting a dragon. Especially Kili. You know his leg is not fully healed and is not likely to be for a while. Fili can re-establish our treaty, can't he?" Thorin's frown deepened as he thought.

"Fili does possess the knowledge and authority, yes."

"Then send them. I know you can't keep them from the battle, but you have a good excuse to keep them from facing the dragon." He pulled back the flap of the tent, looking to his nephew's, debating before he nodded.

"Very well, I will send them. But know they will not thank you for it and I can't promise they will not return in time to face the dragon yet. Agreed?" She nodded. "Fili, Kili," called Thorin motioning for his nephews to join them outside.

"What is it uncle?" asked Fili once they had made their way over.

"I'm sending you and Kili to reestablish ties with Thranduil."

"What!" cried Fili angrily. "Uncle, no. We are meant to go with you, surely. We will be there when we set foot in the halls of our fathers." Kili looked as though his uncle had slapped him.

"No," said Thorin. "You are needed elsewhere."

"But uncle..." argued Fili. Thorin raised a hand, cutting him off.

"You are to be king after me are you not? This is your duty. I cannot be in two places at once and you are the best suited to this task. Loathe that I am to admit it, you are more capable of diplomacy with the elves."

"Then what of Kili? Why can't he accompany you to the mountain?"

"Just as Balin is my advisor, so should Kili be to you. Besides, had you not been so preoccupied you would have realized that your brother is still recovering from his injury and though mobile, he is not limber."

"Kili ought to have some say," insisted Fili, looking hopefully to his brother for support. Kili seemed to have recovered and was watching Sara with a definite frown.

"What say you Kili," asked Thorin. "Will you do as I bid?" Kili eyed his uncle and brother before peering at the elves through the opening of the tent. His eyes lingered on the elf captain longest, his cheeks dusting a faint pink. He glared at Sara beside him.

"This is your doing, isn't it?" he stated more than asked. Her cheeks grew warm but she nodded.

"Do not blame her, it has been on my mind as well."

"Then send Sara with us," said Fili, crossing his arms over his chest in a way that quite forcibly reminded Sara of Thorin. "You know she will be safer with us."

"She is not mine to command," said Thorin, folding his own arms. "Nor is she yours. She may do as she pleases." Fili turned his attention to her instead.

"Sara, come with us. Please! I couldn't live with myself if something happened to you while I'm away."

She paused. She had never considered there was a third option. Still, given the choice, she preferred to go to the mountain with the others. Guilt twisted in her stomach as she looked at Fili and shook her head.

"No, I've made up my mind. I'm going to Erebor. Once Smaug is gone there will be no safer place."

"But not until after the dragon is slain," countered Kili. "I'm with Fili. You should come with us."

"She has given you her answer," interjected Thorin. "We will keep her safe. I swear it. Will you do as I bid?" Fili's face was pulled into a deep scowl but he nodded all the same.

"I'll go, but know that I'm against leaving Sara's side."

"I understand," said Thorin, ducking his head slightly. "I would feel the same were I in your position." He turned his attention to Kili. "What say you Kili. Will you accompany your brother?"

"I know the real reason you're sending us," said Kili, shooting Sara a barbed look. "But I will go. I don't want to miss entering Erebor, but going back to Mirkwood won't be without its own merits. I admit Sara doesn't worry after me for no reason."

"Thank you," she said, taking Kili's hand and squeezing it. He pulled her closer to his side, hugging her.

"You owe me," he whispered into her hair.

"I know," she agreed. "Thank you."

"Then it is settled," said Thorin. "Let's tell the others."

They stepped inside and Thorin led Fili and Kili toward Gandalf while Sara found her seat beside Bilbo. The hobbit watched her curiously. He opened his mouth to ask a question but at that moment Thorin spoke.

"I wish my nephews to accompany you to Mirkwood in place of Balin," he said addressing Legolas.

"Either suits me," said the elf prince.

"But Thorin..." began Balin.

"It's been settled, old friend," said Thorin. "Serve me by remaining at my side. Help me protect Sara."

"Sara will be joining you in the mountain?" asked Airidan, stepping closer. Thorin nodded.

"It is what she desires."

Airidan spoke to Legolas in elvish. Legolas seemed surprised but nodded. Airidan turned back to Thorin.

"Let me come to the mountain with you," he said.

"Smaug is our business," said Thorin. "It is no place for an elf."

It was Balin's turn to speak to Thorin in dwarvish. Thorin's shoulders fell slightly.

"Purging Smaug from the mountain is our duty," said Thorin, addressing Airidan. "I swore to your king that I would not seek his aid against the worm."

"I understand that," said Airidan. "But surely you don't intend for Sara to participate in the dragon-slaying."

"No, she will not."

"Then let me come. Leave her care to me until Smaug is vanquished. I will not raise a hand against the dragon unless it is to protect her. Let her safety be my concern while you face the dragon."

Thorin paused a moment and then muttered something to Balin in dwarvish. Balin whispered something back and Thorin turned to face Sara.

"Will that suit you Sara?" he asked.

She looked to Airidan, his dark brown hair still tied as ever in the green ribbon. His brown eyes watched her waiting. A knot of anxiety twisted beneath her ribcage as worry grew in her. She remembered all too well the last time an elf had taken her under his protection. Airidan's face even resembled Ruven's somewhat, or was that the light playing tricks with her memory of him?

"I for one would feel better about our separation if I knew you were protected by one who would not be otherwise distracted," said Bard, cutting into her thoughts.

"As would I," said Fili.

"It would also mean uncle could fight without having to worry about you as much," added Kili, coming to reclaim his seat beside her.

"It's your choice," said Thorin.

"Al… alright," she said hesitantly, turning back to Airidan. "It's okay with me."

"I make one condition," said Thorin.

"Name it," replied the elf guard.

"If Mr. Baggins is amenable, he shall be in your charge as well. Shire-folk are not suited to battle."

"I won't argue that," said Bilbo. "Thank you."

"Then it's agreed," said Airidan.

"I see many things have changed since I was last with you," said Gandalf, looking between Thorin, Legolas, Sara, and Bard in turn. "Perhaps you should tell me in greater detail of your adventures before we proceed further." He turned to Thorin. "Tell me what has happened while I was away."

Thorin launched into an explanation of how the company had left Beorn's and had a falling out just before entering Mirkwood resulting in Dwalin, Oin, and Gloin separation. He told of their misadventures on and off the elven trail in the forest of the return of the lost companions. He glossed over their capture by the elves, the final spider attack, and Sara's injury.

"And what of your time with King Thranduil?" asked Gandalf.

Once again Thorin spoke with Legolas's occasional comment here and there. Together they told of their alliance and the arrival of Saruman. Here Tauriel began to add her own account of things as Legolas had been partially under the wizard's sway. As the red-headed elf captain spoke, Sara could not help but notice that Kili's attention was wrapt. She'd had her suspicions for a while now but as she watched her brother she felt certain she had been right.

She leaned forward and rubbed her hand over a bare patch of dirt between them, smoothing it out. Dragging her fingers through the dirt she created the familiar shape of a heart. She nudged Kili's leg, getting his attention. He looked over at her, his eyes slightly unfocused.

"What?" he asked, in a whisper.

She pointed to the heart in the dirt. He glanced at it and then frowned in confusion before reaching to trace an 'S' and a 'T' inside. Sara drew a long arrow through the heart and smiled. Kili shrugged as if to say 'what's new'.

Again Sara drew a heart but this time she traced a 'K', paused to look at him, and then traced a 'T' and pointed Tauriel. After only a small moment Kili's eyes widened and darted to the elf in question. His cheeks flushed and he quickly smudged both hearts out. He sat in silence for a few moments, his head tipped forward, his hair hiding his face. Sara drew a heart in the dirt again but Kili caught her hand in his before she could trace the letters. She waited, watching him expectantly. Hesitantly, Kili traced a long straight arrow through the heart before quickly erasing it. He turned a pleading face to her and pressed a finger to his lips before glancing at Fili and Thorin. She nodded, grinning. She had been right. No wonder Kili had not put up a big fuss about going back to Mirkwood. He would be going with Tauriel.

"Sara," called Gandalf, drawing her out of her thoughts. She looked up, feeling like a kid caught passing notes in class. "Care to tell us your account of the night Lake-town was attacked?"

"Which bit?" she asked, biting her lip. "I admit I'm not sure what has already been said."

"I am most interested to know about your relationship with this man Bard," he said pointing to her father.

"Perhaps it would be best if I explained," said Bard. "Sara is still adjusting to it all and the questions you are bound to ask are best answered by me anyhow."

"Very well," said Gandalf. Bard spoke for many long minutes explaining his parentage, marriage, and the birth of Sara. He told of his and her mother's flee west and the loss of Sara, explaining how and why they had gone into hiding.

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"So you have at last found your family," said Gandalf, turning to Sara. "As I assured you from the start, the Valar do indeed have a plan for you."

"I guess so," she said, tugging on the braid where Fili's bead hung. "But…"

"But, there is still much to do, yes," said the wizard, stroking his beard.

"Gandalf," said Bilbo impatiently, shifting in his seat. "Where have you been all these weeks? What's happened to you?"

"I shall tell you, Mr. Baggins. When I departed your company at the home of Beorn I went back to Rivendell to report to the White Council."

"Who is this white council?" asked Talson.

"A collection of wise and powerful beings whose purpose it is to help guide events here in Middle Earth. We seek to bring about the fall of Sauron and thwart Morgoth's purposes," said Glorfindel. "On that occasion, the council consisted of myself, Gandalf, Lord Elrond, Lady Galadriel, and until recently Saruman the white wizard."

"But what did you talk about?" pressed Bilbo, wiggling in his seat impatiently. Gandalf raised a hand to stay the hobbit.

"Patients Mr. Baggins. If you recall when we met Radagast outside Rivendale he gave me a blade wrapped in cloth. It was in fact a Morgul blade from the Witch-King of Angmar."

The elves broke out into whispered conversations in their own tongue, their brows drawn together in concern and worry. Few of the men of Laketown seemed to understand save Bard.

"What is a Morgul blade?" asked Talson, glancing at the agitated elves. "Who is this Witch-King?"

"The Witch-King was once a man such as yourself," said Glorfindel patiently. "He accepted a ring of power from Sauron and was corrupted by it. Cursed to the existence of a wraith he led eight other men who shared his fate. These nine became known as the Ringwraiths, the chief servants of Sauron. The blades they carried were also cursed and called Morgul blades. After the fall of Mordor in the second age, the Ringwraiths and their blades were sealed in tombs with heavy spells. It is said that none could undo the magic wrought that day."

"Then how did you come into possession of the blade?" asked Bilbo, his little face gray.

"How indeed, Mr. Bilbo. How indeed. While you were traveling through the Misty Mountains and dealing with Azog and the goblins, I was sent to ascertain whether or not the tombs had been disturbed." Gandalf paused.

"And?" urged Legolas.

"They are empty," confirmed the wizard. "The nine are abroad and Sauron has returned." A hush fell over the room quieting the remaining whispers. "I reported to the council and only then did Saruman concede that perhaps the rumors of a necromancer in the ruins of Dol Guldur were more than mere rumors. The council journeyed southeast to investigate but when we arrived the old fortress was empty."

"How can that be?" asked Balin.

"The orc hordes moving North," said Dwalin, rubbing at his bearded chin. "They abandoned Dol Guldur."

"But why give up such a fortress?" asked Talson.

"The reason is likely twofold," said Glorfindel. "For one the council was on the move toward him. Sauron has not yet gathered his full strength and a fight with the council would be ill-advised on his part."

"And the second?" asked Bard. Glorfindel pointed to Sara and all eyes turned to her.

"By your own account, your daughter bears the mark of two Valar. She is an unknown variable to Sauron. A threat he has not yet… neutralized. It behooves him to act with caution until he can assess her true potential and threat."

"Swell," she muttered under her breath.

"It will never happen," assured Thorin, as Kili took her hand.

"No," said Gandalf. "That is something we can not allow to happen. Sara knows too much about the future. If Sauron were to gain that knowledge it would be the downfall of our world."

"But what of the armies that were in Dol Guldur? Where did they go?" asked Eric.

"Beorn the skin-changer harried the hoards as they passed by his lands and into the Misty Mountains. They have no doubt allied with the Goblins there."

"But if there was nothing in the fortress," asked Ori, "Then where have you been and why did Saruman come to Mirkwood?"

"The council split up," said Glorfindel, turning his attention to the dwarf scribe. "The Lady Galadriel returned to Lorian and Lord Elrond to Rivendell. Saruman insisted that Gandalf and I remain and investigate the ruins. Meanwhile, he said he had business away to the southeast. It wasn't until later that we were informed of his betrayal and interference in the Woodland Realm."

"That accounts for two of the five armies," said Ori. "Though if all this continues to build we shall have to rename the battle. Already we're at five armies, not including the eagles or Beorn and his kin. That is assuming the elves come to our aid."

"We will be there," said Tauriel forcibly.

"That's all well and good," said Eric skeptically. "But I still feel you are all overlooking something very important. How are you going to kill Smaug?"

"You have been told we will deal with Smaug," said Thorin with an air of finality.

"That's what everyone keeps saying," snapped Eric. "But with all our lives on the line, I would like a little more reassurance than 'we will deal with him'. How about a solid plan? Just exactly how will you kill the dragon? And don't give me a smoke and mirrors answer about Smaug having a weak spot. How will you get close enough to him to deliver a killing blow?"

"How exactly does the dragon die in your books?" asked Legolas, turning to Sara. "I know you had said Bard slays him, but how?" But before Sara could answer Ori spoke.

"I have been going over that," he said, waving a stack of parchment. "It's clear that if we are to slay him it will not be in the same manner as in the book, or at least not in the same setting. Originally Smaug was to attack Lake-town. Bard brings him down with a black arrow."

"I see," said Gandalf, frowning. "Odd that a dragon should be brought down by a single arrow."

"If I may," said Bard, looking up. "The black arrows you speak of are no ordinary arrow but a shaft of black iron close to four feet long."

"How would one even launch an arrow like that?" asked Talson.

"With a dwarvish wind lance," said Balin. Bard nodded.

"Have you such an arrow?" asked Thorin.

"Not with me. But I know where to find some. My wife and I found several when we visited the ruins of Dale. But they would do you no good. There are no working wind lances in Dale."

"Not in Dale, no," said Balin. "But my father was overseeing the construction of these lances ere the dragon attacked. He often lamented not having a chance to use them against the worm."

"But they still won't do us any good inside the mountain," pointed out Eric moodily. "What about this Glorfindel? According to you, he killed a balrog."

"I did," said Glorfindel. "But don't forget that I died doing so. Dragons and balrogs are very different creatures. What works on one will not work on another. Dragons are larger and more heavily armored."

"Besides, it's our business," said Thorin stubbornly.

"It's a pity we cannot simply poison the dragon," said Bilbo glumly. "It would be easier and safer."

"Yes, but how would you get the dragon to consume such a thing," said Tauriel.

"It would have to be an incredibly potent poison to kill a dragon," added Bard.

"But suppose there was a way?" pressed Ori, his eyes bright. "Is there a poison that could kill a dragon?"

"I don't know about kill, but weaken at least," said Glorfindel.

"Could you get some in the next four or five days?" asked Ori.

"It's possible," said Legolas.

"But how would you administer such a thing?" asked Eric. "You can hardly approach him."

"We don't have to," said Ori brightly. "When Bilbo sneaks into the dragon's lair the first time he pockets a small gold goblet. The dragon wakes and can sense the loss. Enraged, he exits the mountain searching for the culprit. We dwarves managed to take shelter inside the tunnel but our ponies are consumed."

"I see," said Legolas. "You believe you can re-enact the circumstances but load the ponies with this poison?"

"That would be the hope," said Ori.

"The poison I have in mind will not affect the dragon immediately," said Glorfindel.

"It doesn't matter. When Smaug can't find us he returns to his gold and feigns sleep until Bilbo calls on him again. In that time the poison can begin to work and then rather than Bilbo facing the dragon once again, we can ambush him and finish the job."

"It could work," said Eric grudgingly. "But it's not without its risks. Who's to say the poison will indeed work on a dragon. I would wager not many have tried this before."

"None to my memory," said Glorfindel. "And my memory is long."

"It seems to be the coward's way to use poison," said Dwalin, a scowl on his sun-weathered face as he rubbed a hand over his tattooed scalp.

"I think we should use whatever advantage we can," said Sara, shooting him a look. "He's a dragon."

"Never said I disagreed," muttered Dwalin. "It's just not my preferred method."

Thorin turned to Gandalf expectantly.

"What have you to say on this matter, Gandalf?" he asked. "You have been oddly quiet." The wizard surveyed him thoughtfully.

"It's not without its risks and I should hate to be in your boots if the poison is not as effective as you hope, but it also seems the most logical approach given the circumstances."

"I understand," said Thorin, nodding. "When are you parting company with us again?"

"As soon as I am satisfied that you have things well in hand. Our seemingly simple endeavor to reclaim your homeland has turned into anything but simple."

"And are you not satisfied?" asked Thorin.

"Mostly. Our allies are gathering. After Thranduil was freed from Saruman's spell I sent news of Saruman's betrayal to Rivendell and Lorian. I would be greatly surprised if Lord Elrond's sons Elladan and Elrohir do not join the battle. Orc hunting has become a sport of revenge to them after their mother's death."

"What about the Eagles?" asked Sara. Although they were listed as participants in the battle in the book, no one had mentioned them yet.

"Oh yes," said Gandalf, turning to Legolas. "I sent your companions Myrin and Lierin to request aid from Gwaihir."

"I had wondered where they had gone," said Legolas.

"I believe we can count on the eagles for aid," continued the wizard. "Over the years the Goblins have many times raided the nests of the Eagles. Their eggs are eaten as a particularly prized delicacy. The eagles have no love for orcs or goblins."

"Have we left anyone out save Dain who we will contact by raven once the mountain is ours?" asked Balin.

"I don't believe so," said Ori, glancing over the parchment in his hands. "I believe that is a comprehensive list of our allies if all goes to plan."

"Good," said Gandalf. "Then that is all we can do. It seems all is in order. All that is left to act upon our intentions. I suggest you all rest as best you can. It will prove to be an arduous few days."

Thorin watched as the tent emptied, its previous occupants returning to their rest. Only a few remained behind. Ori bent over Sara's phone, once again scribbling notes on parchment.

"How goes your work?" he asked, striding over to the young scribe.

"Nearly finished," said Ori, glancing up at him with bleary eyes.

"You have not finished your transcription yet?" he asked surprised. Usually, Ori worked much faster. Ori frowned.

"I finished the original transcription yesterday. I'm making duplicates."

"A wise idea," said Gandalf, approaching them.

"If that is all that keeps you awake you should retire. You will need your strength."

"But..." began Ori.

"Rest," insisted Thorin.

"Very well," agreed Ori, reluctantly gathering his papers.

"Do you have further need of Sara's phone?" asked Thorin, pressing the button that made the device go dark.

"No," said Ori, already digging the charger from his pocket and handing it to him. "I can finish with what I have."

Thorin pocketed the phone and charger as Ori made his way past Sara and out of the tent. Sara gave a little wave as Bard departed. She turned to face him, her expression that of exhaustion but contentment. Her talk with her father must have gone smoothly, or as smoothly as expected. He turned to greet her but Gandalf called after him.

"Thorin." He turned to look back at the wizard. "A word in private if you please."

"Now Gandalf? What else is there to discuss?"

"It is of a personal nature," said the wizard. Sara appeared at his side and Thorin took her hand. Gandalf eyed the two of them together.

"I see much has changed in my absence," said the wizard, stroking his beard. "Perhaps I should speak to the both of you for I wish to speak with Sara as well." Thorin glanced at Sara. She shrugged.

"Very well," agreed Thorin.

Gandalf waved to Glorfindel and together the four of them exited into the dark of the night, walking away from camp and into the east. Sara's hand felt small in his as she clung to him for direction. Sara's foot caught on a stone and she stumbled for a moment before he steadied her. He pulled the phone from his pocket and shook it so its light shone on the ground in front of her.

"When did you learn to do that?" she asked curiously, taking it from him.

"I did have charge of your phone for the better part of a week," he said. "I was bound to learn some of its workings." What he did not say was that he had accidentally discovered it by dropping her phone. But the device had been unharmed so he felt no need to mention this particular detail.

"Thanks," she said, squeezing his hand tighter as they continued.

After a few silent minutes Gandalf came to an abrupt halt and turned to face them.

"Here will do," said the wizard, his gray hair seeming to glow white in the bright flash of Sara's phone.

"Gandalf? Why exactly did we have to come out here?" asked Sara. Gandalf sat on a low protruding rock facing them.

"Partly because I wished for privacy and partly because this is where we shall part ways."

"Oh," said Sara, crestfallen.

"What did you wish to discuss with us?" asked Thorin.

"I want a detailed account of all that transpired between you and Saruman," said Gandalf, addressing Sara. "The elf brothers could tell me only so much."

"Did you get nothing from Saurnam?" asked Thorin.

"He fled shortly after we arrived," said Glorfindel. "Keeping the spell on Thranduil drained him greatly and our presence in Mirkwood meant that we were aware of his treachery."

"Were you aware of Saruman's betrayal before now?" Gandalf asked Sara. She stiffened and Thorin glanced at her.

What exactly had she known of the white wizard? It had been plain since the beginning that she did not trust Saruman. But neither had he. There had always been something off about the wizard. Then again perhaps that had more to do with his treatment of Sara than anything else. Thorin was uncomfortably aware that there were still things Sara would not speak about. But this time it seemed that she would answer.

"Sort of," said Sara.

"Explain if you can," pressed Gandalf. She glanced over at the elf. "Glorfindel can be trusted."

"I know," she said.

"Then tell me of Saruman," coaxed Gandalf, drawing a pipe from his robes.

"I always knew he would turn against you," she said at last. "But I didn't know exactly when. I didn't know if he had an important role to play in the years between now and when you were supposed to find out for yourself."

"I see," said Gandalf with a sigh, his brows furrowed. His fingertips sparked and lit his pipe.

"At any rate," continued Sara, tugging her hand from Thorin's to fiddle with her hair. "I don't know what will happen now that you know fifty or more years in advance." Gandalf took a long draw from his pipe and let out a slow breath, the smoke swirling around his head.

"Does Saruman play a large role in future events?" asked Glorfindel.

"Yes," said Sara. "His actions caused a lot of problems in the future for the... well the protagonists in the story."

"Which direction did Saurman flee?" asked Thorin.

"Into the East," replied Gandalf.

"East? " said Sara, her voice full of surprise. Gandalf looked at her, puffing away at his pipe. The smoke wafted toward Thorin making him long for his own pipe.

"Not the direction you were anticipating?" asked the wizard.

"No, not exactly," hedged Sara.

"What had you expected?" asked Glorfindel.

Sara remained silent, shifting uncomfortably.

"Come come, Sara," urged Gandalf. "As it stands it seems that events will hardly transpire according to the book from here on out. What's more, you may not have said much about the future but you have said enough that I can guess the general actions and events."

"You can?" she asked, wincing.

"Do I seem a fool to you?" asked Gandalf wryly. "You spoke of a final defeat of Sauron. We both know there is only one way that future is possible. The one ring must be destroyed. You know its current or future whereabouts do you not?"

Thorin's mind raced. Was it truly possible she knew its location?

"Sara," pressed Gandalf. "Do you know where Sauron's ring is currently? I know this is information Saruman sought from you. Do you know?" Her hesitancy to answer all but confirmed the wizard's suspicions. At last, Sara nodded.

"I do."

"Does Saruman?"

"No," she said quickly. "He tried to use magic to get the information from me but his hand got burned. He couldn't do it. He said there was a block on my mind."

"That makes sense given your history with the Valar," said Glorfindel, frowning as he rubbed a hand over his smooth jaw. "It would be fruitless to send you to acquire knowledge if that knowledge could be plucked from your mind as easily as a stone from a stream."

"I will not ask where it is," said Gandalf. "But I must ask you this Sara. Is the ring safe?" This time Sara's hesitancy was born of caution and thought.

"It's safe," she said at last. "Or at least as safe as it can be."

"As safe as it can be?"

"It's where it's meant to be," she clarified. "So long as it remains a secret it should be safe."

"I see." Gandalf leaned back on the rock. "Then I suppose that will have to do. Can you tell me nothing more of Saruman?"

"I suppose so," said Sara with a sigh. "You're right, things are likely only going to get more complicated and messed up from here on in. I was expecting him to go to Isengard where he would try and control the men of the West. He's supposed to cast that same spell he used on Thranduil on the king of Rohan. He makes an army of orc-like creatures but ultimately fails because he angers the ents of the forest who in turn sack Isengard. But if he went east then there's no telling what he will do next."

"He wouldn't dare show his face back in the west now that we know his true intentions," said Glorfindel confidently.

"I would not be so sure," said Gandalf. "He fled into the east and it is populated by people at once wilder and more easily swayed than the West."

"But what of your brethren the blue Wizards?" asked the elf.

"They were sent to the east to prevent such a thing, but they will hardly be expecting treachery to come from Saruman. He is the head of our order and they have long been absent. I fear we may have traded one set of problems for another where Saruman is concerned."

"I'm sorry Gandalf, " said Sara, rubbing at her face tiredly.

"Nonsense," said the wizard, tapping out his pipe. "None of this is your fault. Now Thorin."

"What did you wish to discuss with me?" he answered, bracing himself for only Mahal knew what. One could never quite tell with a wizard. Gandalf's face grew sorrowful and something lurched inside Thorin as if sensing what was coming.

"I bring you ill news I'm afraid."

"Your expression communicated no less. Tell me and have done."

"Very well, I shall be blunt. Dol Guldur was not entirely deserted when Glorfindel and I searched the ruins."

Mahal, this would definitely be ill news.

"There was one individual we found very near death in the dungeons."

"Who?" he asked. Sara's hand tightened in his.

"Your father, King Thrain," said Gandalf gently.

It was as though Gandalf had taken a heavy hammer and struck a blow to his gut. Of all the things the wizard could have said, he had not expected news of his father.

"When?" was all he could manage to ask as his mind alternated between silence and clamor.

"Six days past," said Glorfindel. "I am sorry, but he was too far gone to save."

Thorin didn't hear the elf. All this time his father had been alive. 142 years. His father had been a prisoner for 142 years. Long after his father's disappearance, he had clung to the hope that he would return, that he was alive. There had been months at a time where Thorin had left the Blue Mountains to search for any word or sign of his father. But as the years had slipped into the count of decades and eventually a century his hope had dwindled. He had stopped praying for his father's return and instead for his merciful and honorable end. Eventually, he had stopped praying altogether. Only now did Mahal see fit to answer him with this news.

"How did you find him?" he asked, the tension from his shoulders easing. "Was his end painful?" Gandalf's wrinkled face grew somber.

"His reason had fled him. All those years as a prisoner unraveled his mind. But when he drew his final breaths he was lucid and without pain. I saw to it."

"Did he say anything?"

"He asked after you," said Gandalf. "He was concerned you were walking into a trap, into a war. I assured him that you were well aware of the situation and were preparing for it."

"We had received word from Thranduil in Rivendale that you were preparing for war, seeking allies," clarified Glorfindel.

"Did he say anything else?" asked Thorin. Gandalf's expression softened.

"Yes. He bade me give you this with his blessing and love." From within his robes, the wizard pulled forth a gold and black ring set with a large sapphire.

"Durin's ring," breathed Thorin reverently, reaching to take the ring. Gandalf did not immediately relinquish it.

"Do you know the nature of this ring?"

"It is the ring of Durin passed down from king to king."

"Indeed, but do you know the history of this ring?" asked Gandalf seriously. Thorin had no answer for him. "This is no mere trinket Thorin. This is the last of the seven dwarf rings. It's a ring of power made by Sauron's will and gifted to the dwarf lords. All seven rings have been regained by the enemy, all save this one."

"But if Sauron and the orcs had King Thrain as a prisoner all this time, and he had the ring, then why didn't they take it when they left?" asked Sara.

"That is a question I also wish to have answered," said Gandalf.

"Regardless of how it came to be, the ring belongs to my people, to me. An inheritance from my father and grandfather," said Thorin, extending his hand once again. "Will you keep it from me?" Gandalf hesitated before passing the ring over.

"If Sauron had a hand in making this ring does that mean it's dangerous?" asked Sara.

"If you are inquiring whether the ring has the potential to turn Thorin into a Ringwraith, you can put your mind at ease. But still," said the wizard pausing. "I would hesitate to wear such a ring. Impervious to most magical influence as dwarves are, it is still a ring of power. Sauron would not have let us recover it unless he had a purpose in doing so."

"Then shouldn't you hold on to it?" asked Sara, her voice tense with worry. Thorin's fingers curled reflexively around the ring. He did not want to part with such a respected heirloom of his people.

"No," said Gandalf, waving a hand. "One ring is quite enough to bear. It belongs to Thorin. But be wary of it is all I ask. Rings of power are not to be taken lightly."

"Does it actually have any powers?" asked Sara.

"It is a ring of power," said Glorfindel simply. "They were made with subjugation in mind. They are not unlike the rings of the nine. But Mahal made dwarves more hearty. Although never brought under Sauron's sway the bearers of the seven dwarf rings do have an uncanny history of amassing large treasure hoards. Treasure hoards large enough to attract dragons."

"Four of the seven rings were swallowed up by the dragons who came to claim the amassed wealth," said Gandalf. "Had the siege of the mountain all those years ago gone differently, perhaps this one would have shared their fate."

Thorin peered down at the circlet of gold in his hand. The sapphire glinted brightly in the white light from Sara's phone, winking at him. It was indeed a work of beauty, one he had admired many times on his father and grandfather's hand. Now it was passed to him.

"Bear it with wisdom and caution," admonished Gandalf.

"Very well," he said, slipping the ring into the pouch of his hip. "What of my father's body?"

"I bore your father's body north out of Dol Guldur," said Glorfindel. "None should be left in a place as foul as that."

"With Beorn's permission, we buried your father near his home. Beorn reassured me that his body will remain undisturbed until such a time as you wish to move him elsewhere," said Gandalf.

"Then I and my people owe you our thanks," he said, half bowing to the wizard and elf in turn. "As well as Beorn."

Sara took his hand and squeezed it in her small fingers.

"I'm sorry," she said. Without thinking he drew her to him and kissed her brow, drawing comfort from her. Mahal had truly gifted him a treasure in Sara.

"As am I," he said, releasing her again. She looked exhausted, and rightly so. If the stars were any judge there were only three hours till dawn.

"If that is all I think we should retire," he said. Sara needed sleep and he wished to be alone with his thoughts. In many ways, he had already mourned the loss of his father years ago. It had been both a blow and a relief to finally know his father's fate even if it had been an unhappy one. The thought of his father being held prisoner by Azog and his ilk however was maddening. He would stain Orcrist pitch to the hilt with Azog's blood. He swore it.

"There is one more thing I wish to discuss," said Gandalf, bringing Thorin out of his violent reverie.

"Name it," said Thorin wearily, pushing his dark thoughts aside.

"Your cousin Dain."

"What of him?"

"Have you sent word to him of our plight? The longer he has to prepare the better. With all this upheaval it would be wise to err on the side of caution. Our enemies may not wait as long as we had hoped."

"I have no way to contact him, we are meant to send a raven from the mountain after Smaug's death."

"I wish to send word to him now rather than later," insisted Gandalf.

"I told you I have no way of communicating with him save sending someone on foot and that is slow and dangerous."

"Not for me," said Glorfindel. "On my mount Asfaloth, I can be to the Iron Hills in less than two days."

Thorin did not know whether to take the elf seriously or not. He looked to Gandalf but the wizard gave nothing away in his lined face. Perhaps the centuries had addled this Glorfindel's mind.

"My cousin is much less amenable to elves than I," he said at last. "Dain would have you bound in iron before you spoke your first words."

"Then send me with a sign or token he cannot refute."

"You do not know Dain. Any token you should carry would only serve to turn him against you more. He would assume you had stolen it. He could never believe I would send an elf in my place. He knows my history with Thranduil too well."

"Can you think of nothing we might send or say?" asked Gandalf. "He's your cousin. Surely there is something."

"Nothing short of a miracle could turn Dain's head. He would have to see me himself to believe I would send an elf, and even then he would be skeptical."

"What if," began Sara, biting her lip. "What if he could see you. What if you could explain it to him in person? Would he listen then?"

"I have not the time to travel to the Iron Hills, even if I were to ride as swiftly as this elf claims."

"But you don't have to be there," she said. "Not really."

Was the madness spreading? How could he be there and not be there? Sara must truly be overtired.

"How would such a thing be possible?" he asked to humor her.

"This doesn't just take pictures," she said, raising her phone. "We could take a video."

"What is this video?" asked the elf curiously.

"Is easier to show you," said Sara, shaking the phone so it went dark. "Gandalf, can you provide light? Using the flash is draining the battery." Gandalf waved a hand over the end of his staff muttering and light shown once again in the dark. Sara fiddled with her phone for a moment. "Alright," she said, holding it aloft as though she would capture an image of him.

"Is what alright?" asked the elf.

"I'm taking a video. Say hi," she said, pointing the phone at them in turn. What was she doing? After a moment she lowered the phone and handed it to him. She tapped the button on the screen.

He almost dropped her phone. He had heard her device play music and he had seen the images it captured, but this... this was something else entirely. He watched in fascination as a smaller version of himself and the others passed over the screen. The image was moving. It was talking as though it were truly alive. Glorfindel moved closer.

"What is this trick of yours Sara Miller?" asked the elf peeking over Thorin's shoulder.

"It's a long story," she said, taking the phone and offering it to Gandalf. "Let's just say this is nothing special where I come from. I mean on earth," she corrected.

"Truly remarkable," admitted the wizard after a moment. "What say you Thorin? Surely this will turn even Dain's stubborn head." Thorin eyed the three of them for a long moment.

"Perhaps, but it will do you no good if you don't make it to Dain before the guards have you in irons."

"Leave that to me," said Glorfindel. "I worry not for myself." Thorin snorted.

"Be it on your own head then."

It took them another 20 minutes to create the living image for Dain. Sara held her phone while he explained to Dain their need for aid. He told Sara's story and made sure she got a living image of herself and the mark on her hand. Gandalf insisted that he introduce Glorfindel, which he did. Last of all, they captured an image of Erebor.

"That should do it," said Sara, lowering the phone with a yawn. "Now I just have to teach Glorfindel how to use my phone."

After several minutes of instruction, Sara was satisfied that the elf knew how to operate and charge her device.

"Very well," said Gandalf rising. "That's as good as done. I shall take my leave."

"Where exactly are you going?" asked Sara. The wizard looked her over a moment before answering.

"To follow Saruman until I'm satisfied he will not trouble us, and to warn Alatar and Pallando if I can."

"When will you be back?" she asked.

"Before the battle," was his only reply before his staff went dark and he disappeared into the night. Sara reached for Thorin's hand again.

"Are you leaving now too?" she asked, turning to the elf.

"The sooner I leave the better," said Glorfindel before whistling. A white horse approached like a specter through the gloom. Without hesitation, the elf was on the horse's back.

"I will return your device, Ms. Sara. You have my word." With this, the elf turned his horse and made his way into the northwest.

He and Sara stood there for a few long moments before she sighed.

"Will it work?"

Thorin frowned.

"Let us hope my cousin is in a listening mood."