A/N: Dear readers, this is a very short prologue, so i decided to add in this little bit of explanation to you all so as to let you get a better feel of where this story will be going.

Ok, so basically I wanted to make a 'girl falls into ME' story but I didn't want it to be the usual sarcastic but totally useless girl. Not that those arent good too. :) But, I thought it would be interesting if I changed things up a little and made a fic with a girl who's definitely not 'from the good end of the neighborhood.' As in, she kinda...well she's a bit of a delinquent. However, this story is not at all about the LOTR's story. THIS IS SET BEFORE LOTR, BUT WILL CONTINUE ON AND BECOME A 10TH WALKER FIC EVENTUALLY! Although, I may make that the sequel, depending on how long this one turns out to be.

However, this will mostly be about her story, and how she goes from being a...bad person, to growing up and finding her place in ME. And during this she will, of course, fight against falling to the influence that Sauron has over her due to her heritage, and the urges that all dragons have for blood-lust, shiny things and eating helpless people/animals...lol just kidding!...maybe...

Also, I have the ending planned out for this fic! I'm so proud of myself! :) this has never happened before! I have also written several chapters ahead, and the documents are waiting in the upload cargo section, so really all i am waiting for is your lovely reviews. Because i can't upload my next chapter without at least some reviews to this story... :( so please review!

The Year 2941 Third Age

The dawn was just starting to spread in hues of gold over the Lonely Mountain, and on the precipice of this mountain-near its secret entrence that had recently become very popular-two men stood. Or rather, neither were men, but were instead one a dwarf and, the other, an aging Istari.

The newly appointed king Dáin I, and the respected and wise Gandalf the Grey, stood watching something very peculiar on this precipice, especially for being upon a mountain that had, just a few months ago, housed the last great dragon...Smaug the Golden. Though the lonely mountain had long ago been swept of its treasures—and divided accordingly, despite the humble Bilbo's protests—upon one last sweep…the King under the Mountain had found one remaining treasure. And an odd treasure it was at that.

Immediately upon its discovery, his men had reported their finding to their king Dáin with trepidation and bewilderment. They had no idea how such a thing had come to bring itself to the lonely mountain, and though they speculated wildly, they came up with no presentable idea to give their king on why such a thing would be in the dragon's horde. Fitted in gold and lace and jewels of the most precious kind, it far outshone all other treasures, making them seem trinkets in comparison. It was obvious that this was Smaugs most precious treasure.

The king and his men did not dare touch it more than necessary, both from fear of the repercussions, and from wonder of it's origins. How did it get there? Was it dangerous? Surely such a thing could not harm them; it was so…innocent.

But no, no chances were to be taken. Not until console could be held with one who Dáin knew would be sure of what was to be done. The wizard, Gandalf the grey.

So now, here they stood, far from any wandering soul or peeping ear, just a king, his confident and an odd treasure.

"In the mountain you say?" Gandalf hummed lowly around his pipe. "I tell the truth when I say I had not believed the words in your summons, Dáin of Erebor. But now with my own eyes…this is troubling indeed."

"It is what we had suspected it to be, Gandalf?"

Gandalf peered at him from under the brim of his wide hat, eyes alight with slight amusement. "She, my friend. She, is exactly what you expected."

A slight step backwards caused a gruff chuckle from the old grey pilgrim. "There is no need to feel afraid, my friend. She is but a child." He gave a sigh then as he turned back to the morose girl, eyes frowning with some unspoken problem that needed solving. "For now at least..."

"Yes. Yes, I know that. However, you must understand my trepidation; what with the happenings of the last year. Even just standing upon his cliff still sends my shoulders stiff and my hand to my axe."

He turned back to him with a grim smile. "Of course. However, what worries me now is not a battle ready dwarf, but what that battle ready dwarf king will do with her at present. She was discovered upon his land after all…"

Dáin gave the wizard a surprised look, but stroked his beard thoughtfully, mulling over the words of one much wiser than him. He should not act quickly on this decision. He looked towards the quiet child, looking at her solemn profile not with pity or understanding but with speculation and an inquisitive eye for even a hint of Smaugs bloodlust. He could not keep her here, and he voiced this to the listening wizard. It would only cause strife among his people and give cause for questioning his leadership. Above all, his people needed a strong leader they could trust to protect them, especially with the newly rebuilt bonds with the humans. They would need to feel secure in their knowledge that they had a strong king that could keep things in order.

However, on the other hand…she was just a child. She wouldn't be safe out there in the world with no one to protect her. She seemed dead to the world, confused and disoriented, if her complete acquiesce to his men as they brought her to him was anything to go by. He looked to the old wizard.

"She needs a caretaker. She is but a child—despite the fact that it is not her true form—and I cannot find it within myself to order a child to her death. To do so would mean I have lost all sense of honor, and my people deserve a king who is confident that his honor is intact. A dwarf cannot lead without that."

He nodded sagely, pulling his pipe away from his mouth, "You would suggest I take her?"

"…Yes. Perhaps you could prevent her from falling to the same treacherous deeds her father felled upon Middle Earth."

Gandalf mulled this over. A child? She could not stay here; that was sure. And in the state she was in, he could not just idly drop her off someplace with the lesser dragons. And even then, the unsophisticated, wingless, speechless dragons would do her no good. They would attack her if she showed any weakness; as those mindless cold-drakes were prone to do. They had not the intelligence of their ancestors and were but mindless reptiles, worms, compared to the mightiness of Smaug. There is also the problem he knew to be brewing in the south, that of the rise of Sauron once again. He knew that his spy's were spreading their treachery even now as he spoke with his old friend.

A She-drake, born of the last great dragon…she would be greatly sought after by the necromancer. He feared the repercussions of such a powerful thing falling into hands such as that.

But she was just a child as of now, and it is known that dragons mature slowly, if he remembered correctly. It was the reason they were not as valuable in battle, at first, as Melkor had anticipated upon his creation of them. It gave him hope that the dark lord would not turn his eye north for a time, just until he could come up with a better solution.

Finally, after his lengthy deliberation, Gandalf agreed. Dáin was grateful to him, another crisis averted out of the many he was facing as newly appointed king. He invited his guest to feast with them, but Gandalf declined politely, motioning to his newly appointed ward with a sweeping hand. "I do not believe I should tarry much longer. I must find a place for this one. Someplace safe and far from the burning eye that will no doubt haunt her."

Dáin questioned him half-heartedly on the subject, but finding the old man was not to be persuaded he sent him off heartily. He was fond of his old friend, but too long in his presence brought too many questions and too few answers; and he didn't need any more questions as of now.

He hoped that Gandalf would find his solution.

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And he would. In exactly one year, as his young wards nightmares of an 'eye ringed in fire' grew worse and more frequent, he would find his answers. After much consultation on the matter with Radagast, his 'cousin,' he decided it would be the path he would take.

He found it surprisingly hard to let the little sprite go. He'd grown quite fond of her. However, he could feel Sauron growing closer to them, his influence creeping closer in on her. He knew he needed to send her off, growing especially frantic in his preparations near the last month of the year 2942 as her dreams spread to her waking hours as well and sapped her of all energy. She was but a shell of what she was.

He had found it though. Her safe haven, free of Sauron's influence—he hoped—where she would live out her life in boring mediocrity. It was his great wish for her. But he knew that precautions had to be made, as she was not a normal child, and she most likely never would be. So he placed his hand over her heart, whispered softly, and gave her cheek a soft pat. He would know, if she truly called out for him, he would know. That was all he could do for her now.

He hoped it would be enough.

And with that he sent her off with no memories of her time here in Middle Earth, to a world separate from theirs. Different gods, different laws…different evils.

Hopefully their evils would be less than the evils of Middle Earth.

And all done! Please R and R! It would make me exceedingly happy to see even one review on this story!