Hello everyone who decided to click on this story :) I'm so excited since I'm finally posting this!

First of all, I do not own The Hobbit or The Lord of the Rings. Second, this fanfic/story has been on my mind for quite some time and I wrote this first part ages ago, but did not go further with it. Anyway, I finally did decide to do it and take a chance, woohoo. Warning: I'm following the movies (I felt it would be a little easier and cover the most important. I do have the books, but I might be a little too lazy at times, hehe. Also I do not have any sort of extended versions of the movies, sadly). So yes, I'm following the movies to some extent. Where Calithilel is so is the story.

It's an OC x Thranduil fic, so I won't focus all too much on the dwarves and building many relationships with them if that is what you like.

This start and chapter is about 3,900 words. I like to have a chap at least 2,000words, so it should always be over that no matter what. Also, whatever info about the Vala and elves and so on… I've been doing research on the lotr wiki, hehe, so if something is not right, well it is fanfiction and anything can happen ;) So we just go with it.

Now, if you don't like it, don't read it. If you don't like the idea, don't read it, simple. Any sort of negativity will be ignored for it is simple to just exit a page if you don't like what you read.

Speech in this chap: "The Valar speaks to her inside her head"

"Elvish speaking"

"Normal"

Thoughts go like this, as well when Lady Galadriel speaks inside Calithilel's head.

I hope you will enjoy! R&R!

Elves only loved once. They found their chosen, their one, their mate, once, or so the king thought. The reason for only loving once was simple. To only have one love and share that love together, once. A reason that an ellon (male elf) could not have any other partner but their chosen and so an elleth (female elf) could not be taken against her will. She would fade before it even happened, saving her the grief and letting her in peace in the Undying Lands. Of course an elleth could neither take on another partner before mating, but that was the point, was it not? So the king found himself confused when he looked upon the elleth who seemed to be his second chosen. He did not believe it possible. No such stories had ever been made that any elves at all found love twice. No, only once. Even married elves who were not really true mates could not bind themselves to their real love when found. It was simply the rule of their nature, what the Valar had decided. So how come that this elleth was his?

She was not even looking at him as she was led in together with a group of dwarves. She was looking around in wonder. Then, as the other dwarves were taken away and she and the so-called King Under the Mountain stood left, first then, she looked up. Her eyes were like the strangest of jewels, sparkling in different clear colors. Her dark purple hair that was in one braid behind her, made it so much easier to see her face clearly. At first when her eyes met his, hers widened and a hand shot up to hold in front of her heart as if she felt pained and she grimaced. Then as if realizing what she was doing, her hand fell and she frowned upon the king. She seemed to breathe heavily, although she hid it well, just not well enough.

A guard came forward with a letter and he took it with caution. It was a letter from the Lady Galadriel herself, claiming that the elleth in front of him was her daughter. She had taken her in and trained her before she sent her on the quest. The quest she would not reveal. The last thing she mentioned was that her new daughter came from another world after she died there, and now she was blessed as an elf.

The King of the Greenwood spoke to Thorin, but it was clear that the dwarf did not want to cooperate with his suggestion and he ordered his guards to send him to the dungeons, however, to let the elleth stay. She glared at him and finally her lips parted. "I will go where he goes," she said with an icy tone.

The king raised his brows. What was it with this female? He felt a pull towards her and cautiously he took a step in her direction, she took one back and away from him. Then, all of a sudden, three of his guards tried to apprehend her, but she was not slow to respond. She bowed down and suddenly she held two daggers. One in each hand and she fought without thought. The king could only watch in amazement as she defeated his guards quickly. She stood then, staring at him. "I will walk myself after, Thorin. Thank you." And with that she turned on her heels and disappeared after two of his guards.

Amusement filled him as he looked at his guards on the floor. She was something else indeed, and her name yet unknown as the dwarves seemed to keep quiet as well.

His son entered the throne room as he was on his way to sit down again and think of the new female in his dungeons. With a quiet sigh he turned once more and walked down the steps to greet his son. "I do not trust the elleth," Legolas said.

"Neither do I," Thranduil answered and smiled.

"I do not understand."

"The choices of the Valar and what they send us will always be a mystery, but that the elleth is only a little over 500 years is maybe more disturbing. She fights as if she has lived much longer and she fights better than the Lady Galadriel with daggers. Who is she to come on a quest with the dwarves?" His eyes were narrowed as he stared down the halls where the elleth had disappeared. If she was his chosen, she would come around and she would listen to him, and if not… Well, he had not thought about that.

Chapter 1:

Calithilel (Moon Light) or former Silver Parker, was a woman of twenty-four years and with work in a bookshop she enjoyed every day as she could always read. She had recently once more finished The Hobbit and The Lord of The Rings since she saw them as her favorites and would not give it much thought in her nearest future. Just as she was about to open a new book another customer came into the bookshop and with a small sigh she stood and asked if the female in question needed any help. No, she was just looking. Silver sat down once more and opened her book, ready to start the first chapter. A `thud´ made her look up and on the desk, in front of her stood the woman, waiting to pay for the book she had chosen.

The days would pass and she did not give much thought to the world around her. Her phone rang in the middle of a chapter and she was tempted to throw the damned thing out the window. She gritted her teeth and answered. It was her sister. Her really annoying sister who always tried to make her date, though she never understood that Silver liked to be alone, and content with her dog. She enjoyed it very much. She was free to do whatever she wanted and she did not have to think about one of the male species waiting for her to cook or clean. Of course she did those things, but for herself and at her own pace. She packed her large backpack, the most needed when being outside in the woods and some few books, grabbing The Hobbit once more. It cannot hurt to read it again, she thought softly.

Her doorbell rang and with a frown she made her way over to the door. She opened and then nearly kicked the door closed again. Her sister had set her up and she gritted her teeth.

"Can I help you?" she asked sharply and flipped her brown hair.

He seemed to get lost in her eyes like so many others and she wanted to punch him.

"Y-your si-sister-" He was stuttering like a fool.

"I'm not interested!" She smacked the door shut and held her ear against the door, listening for steps to fade away.

After ten minutes of calming herself down she got dressed for the outside. She called on her bearded collie, Sparkles (a name she had not chosen herself as the male dog was adopted) and he came running, happy to go out. "Oh, I almost forgot," she muttered and hurried to find two of his brushes. His fur needed care every day, but she loved it, and Sparkles did too.

The two of them walked a great distance to their usual camping place when they went out together. She raised the tent while Sparkles ran around in the woods surrounding them. She made a small bonfire and got out her teapot. "Sparkles!" she yelled. "I'm going for fresh water!" she added, because she knew he understood. It was strange how the animal listened to her as if all she said had a meaning and he got every word. Sparkles came running up by her side and then walked calmly by her. "Hey there," she said happily and petted his head with her free hand.

By a small stream, she filled her pot and also an extra bottle that she had brought. When she was back at the camp she looked through her stuff just to find her phone missing, much to her satisfaction. Now I won't hear that annoying thing, she thought smug, and started to make dinner for her and Sparkles.

The darkness was not the worst of the trip. The rain started to pour, so Silver and Sparkles had to hide inside the tent with their heated dinner and water. Soon the thunder came as well and Silver started to regret forgetting her phone, just in case something were to happen. Sparkles laid as close to the middle of the tent as possible, scared of the loud `booms´. The candle inside the metal lantern she had brought lit up the little space and it was enough for her to read. However, the light itself made her sleepy and she came to realize that her flashlight laid beside her phone on the table at home. With one last blink she saw it flash outside, and then it was dark.

The light against her eyes made it impossible for her to open them. She struggled to feel her body and tried to open her eyes. They would not listen.

"You are safe child." The voice calmed her down. The powerful voice belonged to a male and she briefly wondered how old he was since he called her child.

She then tried to move her lips so she could speak, but she was unable to do so and she felt herself get upset.

"I am Manwë, I know you have heard of me in your world," the voice said again.

Is this a joke? she thought and briefly remembered when her sister had dressed up as an elf to make fun of her.

"The other Vala and I saved you and your companion after your souls left your bodies. You are spirits, resting, waiting for a new awakening. I am the one with you now as to tell you of what will come. You will be given the body of an elf. You will still be you." He had noticed her uneasiness. "You will be a little taller. Pointed ears of course. Your tan will be gone." He chuckled. "Ah, your hair will be different." He noticed her spirit was in distress. "Do not fear. It will be longer and dark purple."

Dark purple? she thought shocked.

"Sparkles will come with you. He shall stay the same, except for one purple streak in his fur and his years will go back to his youth. You will have powers."

This must be a dream! A fanfiction of Lord of the Rings or the Hobbit in a dream come true! It's not real… But why not? Did I not always say that we never know what's out there? Then again, I do not think I ever thought of something like this to happen either. Powers he said? He's not real, right?

"Your connection to the animals have always been strong, and those senses will intensify in Middle-Earth." He tilted his head looking at the spirit who was louder than she knew. "I've also given you a small gift of the winds. The wind will aid you when you are in great need."

Because I'm planning to put myself in danger? Puh, no thank you.

"You know I am aware of what you think." It seemed to shut her up. "As the last gift. The gift of life. Yavanna want you to help the earth where it is sick, as long as it is in your powers to do so. Your presence alone will let a sick plant flourish into a healthy one."

Why is he the only one talking to me?

"I am the king of the Valar," he answered her.

My hair will be purple, she thought once more. Shocked. How can an elf have purple hair?

"That is our mistake. The wind element took hold of you in a color, and I managed to pull almost all of it away except your hair. I must apologize for that."

He-he's apologizing. I did not see that one coming. What about the earth thingie from Yavanna?

"Ah, yes, you have a streak of green and brown beside each other underneath your hair. Do not worry, it will not spread, I can feel your fret." He looked down at the new body beside him of a female elf. She will have enough to do, he thought to himself. "It is time to send you to the intended time and place. The Lady Galadriel is expecting you, Calithilel."

Darkness. Once more it was dark. She had a feeling of falling. The feeling itself felt never ending and the nervous thoughts entered her mind. I'm not even a fighter. Sure, I took some archery lessons when I was really young, because of my father, but that's like… ages ago!

"Fear not," she heard a woman in her head. "We will be with you all the way and watch over you."

Though the voice was comforting to an extent it was not explained that she would feel the impact upon the ground. She heard a familiar bark after the air was knocked out of her. "Sparkles," she breathed. Her voice sounded like music chimes and she froze for a moment. No, she decided, it was still her voice.

Sparkles barked again and she blinked. Above her she saw the stars glittering on the sky and the moon shone brightly.

Welcome, Calithilel, we've been awaiting your arrival, she heard in her head, and carefully she tried to sit up, but without luck. Your body is still weak as it is new. Do not fret, my child. Lothlórien is your home now and you will be my daughter.

Calithilel had 500 years to get used to her elven body, and all those years Sparkles was with her. Every time he would get close to old age, he went back to being a puppy and always her faithful friend. Do not mistake, he could die, though he had never left the woods. Even when Calithilel joined the ranks to become a marchwarden, Sparkles was not allowed to follow.

Lady Galadriel had been true to her word and she did indeed see Calithilel as her daughter. She had personally trained her for a long time until she was certain her new daughter could manage on her own.

Archery was Haldir's job. Though the young Calithilel had been a bit difficult in the start, she warmed up to the familiar feel of the bow in her hands. And eventually she found a friend in Haldir.

Lord Celeborn also saw Calithilel as a daughter, just as his wife had told him he would, and he was determined to train with her as well. He knew that his newest daughter struggled with the sword, as she preferred her daggers above everything. However, she became decent with the years and could hold her own if needed.

The years seemed to pass fast and Calithilel felt at loss at times in this new world. After so many years she had yet to meet her chosen, if he was even out there, and she wondered if he even existed. Her mother in this new life had told her that the time would come and she would eventually meet him. She was not sure though if she wanted to anymore. She grew fond of the woods in Lórien and could not imagine leaving it. Though slaying orcs that came close to the borders became old, it was simply what she had become used to. Maybe Galadriel had made that mistake, not letting her leave in her early years for adventure. Nevertheless, Calithilel had to get used to her new body and new life as an elf and no one could make a mistake so they would lose her before her time.

She had seen it in her mirror. It was almost time. As Galadriel went to look for her daughter she found her far away thoughts. It was a book from her old planet called The Hobbit, and the book itself intrigued the lady far more than she thought it should have. It seemed though that her daughter was a lot with memory loss, as she could not remember all events, except that she did not like the ending for the dwarves. The thought made her raise a brow. For why in the world would her daughter suddenly think of them? She had never even seen one.

Calithilel sighed as she closed yet another elvish book. High up in the tree on a day off, she found herself more and more confused. Was she not supposed to do anything more than being held in Lórien? Not that it was entirely against her will, but her soul still had human traits and she longed for adventure. Sparkles barked once from down below the tree and she looked down to see her mother. Galadriel briefly greeted the male dog and then she looked up in the tree.

Will you not come down, Calithilel? she asked inside of her head.

Why should I when I can enjoy the closeness of the trees? she asked back.

Galadriel smiled softly. "It is time, my dear."

"Time for what?" she asked back and raised both her brows.

Come down and I shall tell you.

The temptation was too great and in the end Calithilel climbed down. She hugged her mother and then motioned for Sparkles to follow as they started to walk arm in arm.

"I will let you look into my mirror now."

Calithilel stopped. "No," she breathed.

Galadriel stared at her daughter with surprise.

"I cannot, mother. I deeply apologize, but the mirror is not for me."

They continued their walk in silence while Galadriel searched her daughter's thoughts. It was clear as day. Her daughter did not want the mirror to determine a path for her. She wanted to make her own decisions and not be ruled by what she might see.

Celeborn met his two dearest females as they made their way up towards him. His daughter hugged him tight and then she retreated with her dog following happily. "Why is she so quiet?"

"She did not look in the mirror," Galadriel answered and her husband looked at her surprised.

"She has a mind of her own," he said and smiled.

"She certainly does."

Calithilel wandered the woods with Sparkles close to her. At one point she started to run as her mind did not need too much of rest. So long, and I'm still not used to sleeping so little, it leaves me a bit…hmm…feeling short of breath? Perhaps…

Sparkles started to growl and she looked up just in time to stop her run in front of a gray-cloaked person. "Who are you?" she asked surprised and drew her sword.

"Calm down, Calithilel." Haldir's voice made her relax and she stared at his form behind the older man. "This is Gandalf."

"Gandalf," she said slowly as if she tried to remember, and then her eyes lit up. "Oh! Gandalf!" She laughed. "Of course! I apologize for being so hasty," she then added and grinned at the wizard in front of her.

"It would seem I am at loss for words," the gray wizard said in surprise as he stared at the grinning elleth in front of him.

Calithilel had packed her things while feeling excited for this quest Gandalf had spoken of. Although he had been vague and was mainly stopping by on his way towards the Shire, her mother and father had approved. She was meant to go on this quest. And I'll finally meet dwarves and hobbits! she thought happily. "What do you think Sparkles?" she asked her dog and looked him in the eyes. He was as excited as she was, if not even more for now he could explore the land outside the woods as well, and the new places. "I know boy, it's strange, but we'll manage." Sparkles barked in a light way, agreeing with her.

The departure from Lórien was not all too heavy on Calithilel's heart as she sat upon a beautiful horse, ready to travel.

"What did you name her?" Celeborn asked.

"Starlight," she answered.

"Starlight?"

"Yes, it feels-" She seemed to think for a moment. "-normal," she then finished and grinned. "I have Sparkles and Starlight; I think that is well enough."

"And you absolutely had to give him that cut?" Celeborn asked, looking at the dog with now short fur. It was a little curly.

"It will grow out again." She smiled. "It's also easier for travelling."

Galadriel nodded with a small smile. Keep that cloak close at all times my dear daughter, and we shall see each other soon again.

"Until we meet again," Calithilel whispered and turned her horse ready to leave.

Gandalf had already said his goodbyes to the lord and the lady, and after her final departing words, the two of them started their journey to the Shire. As the two picked up their pace, Sparkles ran right after keeping up easily with the two horses.

Thank you… she once thought and looked up at the starlit sky.

She woke up in a soft bed after a long journey. She knew she had only rested for some few hours when Sparkles licked her face. "Good morning to you too," she whispered and sat up to pet him. The small hobbit inn served as a nice resting place before the `big day´ as she called it inside her head. She was not supposed to show up at Bilbo Baggins' place before it was closer to dark. She let Sparkles out so he could relieve himself and she sat quietly in the room, looking out at the busy hobbits. Her excitement shone in her eyes, but she did not dare to go out. I need to stick to the plan. Sparkles came running in again through her open door. Quietly she made her way over and closed it again. She sat on the floor by the window once more and simply rested. So today the famous journey will start, well, at least famous from my old world. She `hmm-ed´ and closed her eyes.

Startled she opened her eyes and listened to the sounds around her. She had barely noticed the time flee and once more she let Sparkles out as she started to make a French braid from her old world. When she finished she tied it tightly and looked at herself in the mirror. She could not see her own glow, but her eyes stood out even in this world. A faint breeze went through the room and she looked towards the door. "Follow the wind, my child." Manwë's familiar voice rang through her head and she arose. She paid the hobbit lady of the inn and then followed the wind, which seemed to give her small pushes each time she was tempted to stop in front of a hobbit's home. Finally she saw a door with a mark. No he didn't! she thought and wanted to laugh.

She raised her hand once to knock.

"No! I do not want to see another-" He stopped his ramblings from inside when he laid eyes upon her. "You're not a dwarf!"

"I'm certainly not!" she answered with a smile.

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-Moonlight Starlove