DISCLAIMER: I do not own the hobbit or the pictures (if any) ALSO sorry about the spelling in this chapter. If you were wondering how you pronounce Sian's name like this (sigh-an) or (sighan)…lol

Here's a fun fact bout the English language: The sentence: 'I never said she stole my money' has seven different meanings depending on the stressed word.

Oh and by the way Gandalf is going to be all you shall not SASS for most of story.

And thanks to calgarry for editing this chapter!

Sian's P.O.V

"Ah, Gandalf, you're just who I'm looking for. I have something to tell you," the Wizard known as Radagast said, before pausing to open and close his mouth like a fish.

"I had a thought, and now I can't remember. It was on the tip of my tongue," he complained before opening his mouth yet again to reveal an insect. I stared in surprise at what was on his tongue.

"It wasn't a thought at all, it was a silly old stick insect," said Radagast as if this happened to him a lot. Gross, I thought as Gandalf picked the stick insect out of Radagast's mouth.

I sighed as they began to make conversation. I listened to the conversation for a little bit but couldn't make out much. I then noticed that Radagast was staring at me.

"He's a bit strange, isn't he?" I heard a voice next to me say.

I chuckled.

Radagast P.O.V

After I had finished telling Gandalf about what I had seen. I looked over to the young girl. As a wizard I knew that she was not as that she seemed. I leaned over to Gandalf to whisper into his ear. "Gandalf, are you aware that there is a vampire in your company?"

He stared at me blankly. "Well, none of the dwarfs are vampires, and neither is Mr Baggins. The girl isn't a vampire, she has no wings and her teeth aren't pointy," answered Gandalf as if he was an expert in the matter.

"She is in her human form. Look into her eyes," I said, gesturing to the girl's eyes which had the faintest tint of red in them, quite common in vampires.

I watched as Gandalf looked deep into her eyes while she was talking to the hobbit. Gandalf turned to me with his eyes wide. "How could I not have noticed, I have put the company in danger," said Gandalf, worry clear in his voice.

"I don't believe so, I think I know who she is. Galadriel sent for her, as she saw the future of the company, and it does not end without sacrifice and death; so she sent a portal into her world to retrieve her so she may be able to help change the future, But it seems she doesn't know why she is here" I said.

"Why isn't she in her true form? Is she is unable to go in her true form?" asked Gandalf.

He knows nothing of vampires, I thought.

"I think she is perfectly capable of changing forms, but it seems she doesn't trust your company enough to be in her true form. It is clear that something must have happened to her, and it is your job, Gandalf, to not tell the company. She will reveal herself when she is ready."

Suddenly we were greeted with a loud howl.

Sian's P.O.V

"Was that a wolf?" asked Bilbo, gesturing to where the howl had come from.

"That was no wolf," I heard Bofur say, fear clear in his voice.

Everyone besides me and Bilbo drew their weapons. I realized that something big was coming as we turned to the sound of leaves rustling, to see a large creature that resembled a large and very ugly wolf jump out from the bushes. Kili and I reacted instantly by drawing our bows before shooting the creature in the head with our arrows, but that didn't stop it. As it landed, all of the dwarfs started stabbing it until it died. "Warg scouts," yelled Thorin.

"I'll draw them," suggested Radagast.

"You think you could out run one of those, with a bunch of rabbits?" I asked, a hint of humour in my voice.

"These are Gundabad Wargs, they will out run you!" agreed Gandalf.

"These are Rustabell rabbits; I'd like to see them try," said Radagast, enthusiasm in his voice.

"Fine, but be careful," said Gandalf. I raised my eyebrows in surprise.

Before I knew it, we were running over a valley with Wargs and Orcs hot on our trail.

We had been running for about five minutes when we all ran behind a very large pile of rock, with a Warg and Orc scout on top of it. I held my breath as the footsteps of the beast got closer.

I watched as Thorin nodded to Kili. He loaded an arrow to his bow and stepped out from behind the rock, and in one swift movement shot the Warg in the neck. We all ran out from behind the rock to finish the Orc off. The Orc let out a tremendous scream. I gulped, knowing that the rest of the Orcs would have heard it.

"Let's get out of here before we get killed!" exclaimed Gandalf.

And yet again we were running around, until we were surrounded by Orcs and Wargs. "WHERE'S GANDALF?" yelled Dwalin in a desperate voice.

"He has abandoned us," stated Thorin. I nearly face palmed at Thorin's lack of trust in the wizard.

"This way, you fools!" yelled Gandalf from behind a rock that no one had noticed. I gave Thorin a smirk and slid down into the cave behind the rock.

I started to make a head count when most of us were in the cave.

"Kili!" I heard Thorin from outside the cave, still trying to kill any Warg or Orc that tried to get to us.

I looked over at Fili, panic clear in his face.

After a few moments, we all sighed in relief as Kili slid down into the cave, followed by Thorin.

We stood for a few seconds before the sounds of horns coming from outside the cave reached our ears, followed by the dying screeches of Orcs.

I jumped back in disgust as a dead Orc fell into the cave, an arrow embedded in its neck. Thorin yanked out an arrow and raised the tip to his face. "Elves," he spat in disgust. I rolled my eyes at his disgusted face.

"There is a tunnel. I can't see where the path way leads, should we follow it?" asked Balin.

"Follow it, of course," answered Bofur, already half way down the tunnel.

As we weaved out way through the jagged corners of the tunnel I noticed light had started streaming through a gap in the overhead rock.

Eventually we came to an opening in the tunnel. As I stepped through, my eyes widened with amazement at the amazing buildings in the distance. I heard Gandalf say something but i was too mesmerized by the building before me.

"Rivendell," I heard Bilbo say from behind me, and I realised that must be what it was called.

We slowly made our way towards the city ahead, amazed (or in Thorin's case, disgusted.)

As we walked through the amazing city, weapons drawn, I took a moment to take in my surroundings. It was almost as if the structures around me where made by beings from another world. After a moment, I stopped short, remembering that they were made by beings from another world.

We soon reached a stone courtyard of sorts, to see an elf with long brown hair walk down the marble staircase. Gandalf stepped forward and greeted the elf, and looked like he was about to say something. He was interrupted by the sound of hooves galloping towards us. As they got closer I saw that their riders were tall beings, with long hair and numerous braids throughout their hair.

"Form ranks!" yelled Thorin as he drew Orcrist. We all formed ourselves into a circle, with Bilbo at the front, holding his sword out quite unprofessionally. As the horses came closer, Thorin pulled Bilbo protectively into the centre of the circle so he didn't get trampled by the large horses that were now circling us. One of the elves waved his hand and the riders pulled their horses to a halt.

The same elf rider dismounted his horse and walked towards Gandalf. "Lord Elrond," greeted Gandalf, still standing on the staircase.

I heard Thorin grumble something about betrayal, and not talking to elves. "You can't be mad at him just because he was planning the whole time to come here," I said, folding my arms.

"Why not?" he asked, giving me a stern look while I shook my head.

"Because if he didn't, we would be dead," I answered. Thorin raised an eyebrow at my comment. "And I think there is more to his plan then meets the eye," I added.

"Would you two stop arguing, and take notice that the rest of the company have left to get food," stated Gandalf, looking at us like we were idiots. He was probably right. We stood there frozen for a moment until Thorin nodded and walked off to join the others.

I smiled and walked up the stairs. As I reached the top I almost bumped into a tall female elf that seemed to have appeared out of thin air. She had long blonde hair, and wore a long white dress that seemed to be made of silk. "I am Galadriel," she said into my mind.

"I'm Sian," I said, a bit surprised she could use telepathy.

"I know who you are, would you be so kind as to follow me?" she asked slightly turning on her heel.

"Of course," I answered. Galadriel nodded and walked off to an archway, disappearing behind it. I quickly followed after her as she weaved her way through different tunnels and archways. As we entered a large room I noticed that there was a statue, holding shards of a sword that were identical to the sword in the painting on the wall. I wonder why it hasn't been remade yet, I thought.

"I would like to rephrase my earlier statement," said Galadriel. "I know what you are, and I know why you are here."

"Yo-…You do?" I asked nervously, glancing at my sword's hilt. The stone wasn't glowing red, so she wasn't lying to me.

"I was the one who sent you here so you could help the company fulfil their quest, and I would advise you not to reveal what you are until the opportune moment. There are darker things ahead of them. Do not be deceived into thinking that the worst is behind you, for I guarantee you it won't be," she said, her eyes confirming that she was serious. I nodded and looked to the ground, wondering how I was going to help them in my human form. I realized that she probably knew where my horse was.

When I looked up Galadriel was gone. In her place was a different female elf. "Would you like me to show you to your room?" asked the elf.

"No, I think I'll go catch up with the others," I answered. The elf nodded, knowing who I was talking about.

When I reached where the company was all I could see was food flying everywhere. Kili chucked a large pile of something towards the elf that had greeted us earlier.

I chuckled before heading off towards the woods nearby. Once I was well inside, I changed into my vampire form and begin to stalk the deer. Their smell was now very strong to me.

As I ventured further into the woods I noticed the silhouette of the deer. I smiled before crouching low behind some bushes. Once the deer was close enough I took my chances and threw myself on top of it, sinking my teeth into its. Oh it tastes so good, I thought as I drank the last few drops of blood.

Once I had finished, I changed back into my human form and headed back towards Rivendale.

Sometime later when I reached the company yet again I noticed we had been supplied with food…and garlic

Dammit, I thought as I sat down next to Fili who smiled at me, mouth full of food. I giggled.

"Want some?" asked Bomber who was adding more garlic to the pot.

"No thanks," I said forcing a smile.

"Why not?" asked Bomber "you must be starving."

"Yes but I'm, um, a bit allergic to garlic," I said, scrunching up my nose.

"Oh…sorry," said Bomber

"It's OK," I said, smiling as I picked up a small piece of bread to nibble on. What I really wanted was more blood, but I only drink animal blood. Besides, drinking blood when you're human isn't a good idea.

I sighed realising Thorin wasn't among us. "Where's Thorin?" I asked.

"With Gandalf and…" Fili was cut short when Thorin stormed in.

"We're leaving," he informed us, leaving everybody groaning that we weren't able to finish our meal.

I didn't want to believe it - thanks to Thorin's hissy fit we had been forced to pack our bags and leave the safety of Rivendell. However, in the short time I was there I had learned why I was here, and I had got a chance to clean my clothes of course: my previously dirty green shirt was now a beautiful rich green, with a hidden slot in-between my shoulder blades where my wings could emerge. I had also managed to get a new brown leather jacket, also with a slot, as well as a new pair of brown leather breeches and boots.

I wondered what could have caused Thorin to be so grumpy. I pushed the thought aside, deciding that Thorin just didn't want to be around elves any longer. I smirked and readjusted my bow's position on my back and moved next to Bilbo, who looked the grumpiest of the group (besides Thorin, of course).

"What's troubling you, Bilbo?" I asked draping an arm around his shoulders. He stumbled a bit at the sudden weight. "Sorry," I said giving him a weak smile.

He gave me a nod and returned the smile. "I just wish we could stay in Rivendell a bit longer. And do you…um; think that my sword looks like a letter opener?" Bilbo asked, gesturing to his sword.

"Of course I do, but you can make it a sword yet," I said as I moved up ahead of him. As I walked, I realized that I couldn't hear any footsteps behind me. I turned around to find what was delaying the hobbit. I gave a slight chuckle as I saw Bilbo staring back at Rivendell, which had almost completely disappeared from sight.

"Are you coming, Master Baggins?" I asked Bilbo, who turned his head, and gave a quick nod and a forced smile as he continued to walk.

Once I was certain that the hobbit wasn't going to wonder off I sneaked up behind the two brothers who were whispering to each other and giggling like four year olds. The corner of my mouth twitched as I flung an arm around each of them.

"What are you two whispering about?" I asked looking at each of them, giving them a stern look.

"Oh, nothing serious," said Fili, who was obviously trying to hold what I think was a serious face.

"That's what I was worried about," I said, smiling as I let my expression drop.
I opened my mouth to speak, but all words were unheard as a clap of thunder broke, drowning out all all looked up at the sky, now littered with storm clouds.

"We must keep moving. Balin, you know these paths lead on," ordered Thorin.

I looked to each of the two brothers, whose faces had drained of all laughter, and were now filled with weariness and seriousness.

As we continued to walk I noticed that the path was becoming thinner and narrower. "I think we should walk in single file!" I called out to Thorin, who gave a nod of approval.

"Move in single file," Thorin ordered. His command was soon obeyed as we formed ourselves into one line. I managed to get a spot in front of Kili and behind Bilbo.
The storm was becoming increasingly bad the further we walked.

"We must find shelter!" shouted Thorin. His statement proved wise as a large rock smashed into the rock face above us. I scrunched my eyebrows together. Rocks can fly? I thought as I glued myself to the rock behind me.

"HOLD ON!" yelled Thorin who was desperately trying to keep track of the whole company.

"TO WHAT?" I yelled back, as what was left of the rock above us came crumbling down. My question was soon answered as I heard a small scream from beside me. I turned my head just in time to reach out and grab hold of Bilbo's arm. He had managed to slip off the ledge. I pulled him back against the rock face just in time to avoid getting crushed by another rock that had been tossed at us. Wait, tossed? I thought. I looked up at where the rock had come from. My eyes widened as I took in what was standing before me.

"Oh dear," I said, going paler then I already was.

"Look! This is no thunder storm, it is a thunder battle!" shouted Balin, pointing at what looked like a giant man made out of stone that had arisen from the mountain itself. What is this, a state the obvious game, I thought

"Well bless me the legends are true. Giants, storm giants!" shouted Bofur, who was trying hard to keep his hat on. The giant threw another rock at another storm giant behind us, which then stumbled backwards, almost falling over. Suddenly, I felt the ground rumble beneath us. Oh no, I thought as I knew what was going to happen. Sure enough, the ground began to split between Fili and Kili. Half of us were on the forming left leg of the giant, and the others on the right.

I felt a lump in my throat as I saw the shocked look on the brothers' faces as they were being pulled away from each other. "Kili, grab my hand!" yelled Fili, reaching out a hand that Kili almost grabbed but failed. The gap grew larger, separating them.

The gap had now split up the rock wall behind us, completing the giant's legs that were now beginning to rise. As our storm giant raised itself, another giant head-butted our giant so it did a slight turn, and its left leg touched the ledge of the mountain. This allowed Thorin and everyone else on the left leg to climb onto the ledge.

Damn, I thought as the giant turned to take another punch. To my horror, a rock came out of nowhere and knocked our giant's head off also, making it turn around so its knees began to bend and…oh no, I thought, we are going to crash into the rock face.

Not being able to think of anything else, I quickly changed into my vampire form, and managed to stretch out my wings out far enough to shield all of the company that were on the leg of the giant. I ground my teeth together as pain shot through my wings and back when they slammed into the rock face of the mountain. My pain soon eased when the giant's knee slid away from my wings, causing the giant to fall into the abyss and leaving us scattered across the mountain ledge. I took my chance and changed back into my human form.

Once I felt sure I was human, I lifted myself up from behind the rubble that hid me. I scanned the area for the company, who were groaning and helping each other up.
I started making a head count when I felt a hand on my shoulder.

When I turned around, I saw a brunette dwarf with tear-stained eyes. "I can't find Fili!" sobbed Kili. I felt water run down my cheek; and it wasn't rain. It tasted salty.

I began searching all around the ledge when finally I found what I was looking for, Fili, who was rolling a rather large stone of his…hand. Oh dear, I thought as I knelt down next to him. He looked up at me and I took this as the perfect opportunity to slap him across the face.

"What was that for?" he complained, rubbing the red mark that was already forming on his face, with his less damaged hand.

"Because you scared the hell out of me, your little brother, and your uncle," I said as I wrapped my arms around him and buried my head into his shoulder.
"Why were you scared?" he asked as he pulled away from me.
"Because you are my friend and I care about you, that's why," I answered, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Um, hate to ruin the moment for you two but…where's Bilbo!?" asked Bofur, frantically searching around for the hobbit.

I looked over to Thorin who had a pained expression on his face.

We all joined Bofur in searching for Bilbo. "There, I see him!" yelled Ori, lunging forward towards the hobbit, who was hanging onto the edge of the ledge.

Soon enough, we were all shouting for Bilbo to grab one of our hands, when he suddenly lost what little footing he had on the rock face.

In one swift movement Thorin leapt over the ledge, holding onto it with one hand, and hoisted the hobbit back up onto the ledge with the other. As I watched, Thorin started to get back onto the ledge when he suddenly lost his grip on the rock and fell. I let out a small scream, but thankfully he was luckily caught by Dwalin, who struggled to get Thorin back up onto the ledge. I quickly grabbed Thorin's other arm and hoisted him up.

"I thought we lost our burglar," said Bofur.

"I thought we lost our leader," I said, still trying to remember to breathe.

"He has been lost ever since he left home," Thorin snarled at Bilbo.
And that was when I snapped…

I suddenly felt the fires of hell itself detonate inside me. "Lost! I don't think it is Bilbo that is lost, Thorin Oakensheild!" The words rolled off my tongue as I protectively pushed a quite startled Bilbo behind me.

Thorin looked at me with a bitter look and for a small moment I thought I saw a look of remorse but it was gone in an instant.

"You're right. It is not Bilbo that is the lost one, he knows where he belongs. It is you who is lost. You claim to come from a different world, yet you act like you are one of us. We might as well let Smaug join us," retorted Thorin, folding his arms and looking horridly proud of himself.

I screamed as one of the vampire hunters, that I once called kin, bound my hands together. I kicked and fought quite pathetically with my wings, as I was only in my early vampire days. I felt a long length of rope being bound around my wings and chest.

I felt tears in my eyes as I was forced to my knees, dragon's smite coming in contact with my throat. I stared into the eyes of my older brother, pleading for mercy. "I can't do it sir. She's my sister, she's one of us," my brother Jarrod pleaded, his voice breaking.

"Now listen here Jarrod. She isn't one of us anymore, and she isn't your sister. She's a Monster, off her head. She will kill you before you can say-" He didn't get to finish, as Jarrod cut the ropes binding me in one swift movement, and pulled me to my feet. He dragged me to the stables, the others hot on our trail.

We came up to Percy, my brother's horse's stall. "Take Dragon smite and Percy and go," he said, unbuckling his scabbard and buckling it round my waist. I stared wide-eyed at my brother.

"They will kill you!" I said, embracing my brother.

"I know but I will not let them kill you. Remember, you are no monster, now go!" he yelled, helping me up into the saddle. Before I could say anything else Percy was already galloping out of the stable, my face now buried into his soft black mane.

I stood wide-eyed for a moment at the realization of what I had just remembered. I turned my shocked face into what was probably the greatest impression of Smaug of all time.

I let hell loose as my fist came in contact hard against the want-to-be King's face, leaving a red mark and a very sore hand.

Thorin just stared blankly at me, still registering what had just happened. I almost chuckled as the whole company's mouths all formed a perfect O shape.

"You think yourself a king, yet you act like a child who has just has just been refused a toy. I KNOW WHAT IT IS LIKE TO LOSE FAMILY! I WAS ALMOST KILLED BY MY OWN KIN! I KNOW WHAT IT IS LIKE TO HAVE NO HOME!" I screamed into his face, tears now in my eyes.

"How do you expect to fulfil this quest when all you think of is yourself? We could have been spared of this storm, had you just let us stay a few more days in Rivendell. But no, you couldn't live another day amongst elves!" I said in a stern voice. In fact Thorin now looked much like a child indeed.

"I'm sorry. I didn't know," he said, bowing his head.

"No, you didn't know, but it is still no excuse," I said. My eyes wandered over the others, whose mouths where either in an even bigger O, or they were nodding at me.

Thorin swallowed. "Move into the cave!"

The rest if the company all walked into the cave, all eager to get out of the rain, all except Bilbo.

"No one has ever stood up for me like that, before well …you know when you punched him in the face and all," He said sheepishly.

"What I said was well overdue to be said, but my hand still hurts," I said, rubbing the palm of my hand.

Bilbo let out a small chuckle.

"You should get some rest," I said. He nodded before heading off into the cave. I took a moment to stare out into the abyss. My secret was almost revealed saving… Fili's hand was still hurt and needed to be taken care of, I thought as I headed into the cave.

I avoided eye contact as I walked over to Fili. I could feel eyes on me.

I sat down next to Fili, whose eyes were on his brother.

"Fili," I said towards the blond dwarf.

"Yes?" he answered quite nervously.

I thought for a moment about what I was going to say, realizing that he was probably worried about his uncle finding out about his injury. "Kili is lucky to have such a good brother," I said gesturing to the dwarfs sleeping brother.

"Do you have a brother?" Fili asked curiosity in his voice.

"I did," I said blankly.

"What was he like?" Fili asked again.

I took a moment to think about my answer. "His name is Jarrod. He was my big brother, so he was quite protective. He was the one who taught me how to ride and the basics of sword fighting, the rest I learned by myself. He was very brave, right up until his death," I answered, a tear visible in my left eye.

Fili took a moment to think about my words.

"You said something about your kin trying to kill you, why would they do that if they were kin?" asked Fili.

"Fili you injured your hand, do you mind if I take a look at it?" I said, completely ignoring his question.

He gave me a surprised look, before nodding and holding his right hand out to me.

I fiddled round with it for a bit, checking to see if it was broken. A small blush appeared on my pale cheeks.

A pained gasp escapes Fili's lips.

"Fili, I'm sorry, but your hand is broken," I said sadly.

"NO, no isn't there something you can do, Thorin will send me home, please!" begs Fili.

I think for a moment before scanning the sleeping company, making sure everyone is asleep.

"Alright, fine. Just wait a second. Now whatever you do don't scream, please," I say cautiously.

"What are you doing-" He never finishes as I watch as his eyes go wide.

"What are you?" he asks, slowly backing up to the wall while reaching for his sword.

"I'm…I'm a… I'm a Vampire," I stutter, fearing that Fili may strike.

"Don…don't you drink blood?" asks Fili.

"Only animal," I answer.

"What are you doing to my- oh!" Fili exclaims, slightly surprised.

"Fixed it," I say fondly.

"How did you-" He never finishes as the sound of falling sand suddenly fills our ears.

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