Elves Of Autumn

Prologue - Part # 2

Gandalf and Thorin were still having their conversation as Zarneleane didn't want to bother them or disturb them. She still respected Gandalf since he was wondering around the Charvaley Stronghold area. This was somewhat in the past but not to long ago. He was wandering around there until he was ambushed by a large group of bandits. He was about to be killed by a low level bandit but he was pierced by an elven arrow. The arrow had come from Gandalf's left as a troop of elven fighters and started a battle. Some of her troop stood guard over Gandalf as her second in command helped him to his feet. She held him up as the rest of them were fight. As the battle went on, he had seen a deep green haired elf fighting off the bandit leader.

He watched in awe of her on how she fought him. In the end she and the elves were victorious in the battle. There were at least twenty or more bandits there and fifteen elven fighters. Soon they had brought him to the stronghold where he could rest and get healed. Soon, he was all healed as he ran into the green haired one and thanked her for being there. After that he went off into the world but he was always welcomed back into the stronghold when he needed a place to rest. After some time, they met up again in the Prancing Pony. She had to take care of the ones that were going to have Thorin killed first. A plan was already set in her mind and waited for the right time to act.

"The seven armies swore to the one that wields the king's jewel. The Arkenstone, it's the only thing that will unite them. In case you forgotten that was stolen by Smaug." he said to Gandalf as the two bounty hunters got together as they left them alone.

Gandalf looked back at them as they were walking away while the bald one looked back. They weren't to happy about not getting their money now. Gandalf turned back to Thorin as he thought of something. Zarneleane knew what to do at that moment as they leave them there at the table. This was her only shot to do something and she followed them outside. She trailed them as they walked down an alley when they stopped to talk. They  were talking among themselves as she came down the alley.

They stopped talking to look at her as she threw a dagger as it pinned one of them against a wooden post. The other one looked at his friend as she came up quickly to him as he turned to her. He knew here eyes and realized that she was an elf from Rivendell as she punched him so hard that put him to sleep a moment later. She turned her gaze to the bald one as she took off her hood and he knew that she was one of he elves that were across the sea. Zarneleane slapped him hard enough that he passed out from the slap as she took back her dagger as she put it away. She was strong enough to pull them to her friends door and left an arrow in the door. Zarneleane left the first letter of her name on the bald one's clothing and left them there.

 She put her hood on again as she headed back to The Prancing Pony. She walked in and headed to her usual spot there as she watched in silence. Gandalf breathed in as he knew that she had dealt with the hunters as she stood there quietly. She crossed her arms over her chest as she knew somehow that Gandalf would be going to Bilbo Baggins House in the morning.

"What if I helped you reclaimed it?"

"How? The Arkenstone lies half a world away buried beneath the feet of a fire breathing dragon."

"Yes, which is why we are going to need a burglar."

Zareleane looked over at them and knew something that has to do with the Shire. The hobbits and their kind have never stepped outside of their own borders unless it was for trade or some other thing. Most of them would never go to Bree and how dangerous it could be at night. They could spend all their lives in the own hobbit holes unaware of what was going on the outside world.

The hobbits of the Shire were simple folk and never did anything that was out in the world. They could spend the rest of their lives not knowing what's beyond their borders. They weren't much for fighting and the others never held a dagger before. They live their hobbit holes going about their business such as farming, gardening and carpentry. The hobbits of the Shire are simple enough and some how not bothered by the rest of the world or by war.