I'm an Elfling! (The Hobbit fanfiction) (Book II)

Chapter 4: To Mirkwood!

Chapter 4 already!

Start of recap...

Gandalf stopped smoking his pipe and thought, he smiled "Well the first time we tried to leave the little Elfling in Rivendell that didn't work as she managed to catch up to the company"

He thought putting his hand to his chin and Beorn chuckled lightly "seems like something the Elfling would do" laughed Beorn.

"we will just have to bring her along so she doesn't run away again poor elrond he was ever so worried about her when he could not find her anywhere"

Spoke Gandalf around his pipe he continued to smoke as he thought about the strange Elfling that was in their company

End of recap...

Third person pov...

The next day...

The Company saddles and rides Beorn’s ponies. Calen is riding with Bilbo, As they ride away, Beorn, who is staying at his house, looks around for danger.

[Beorn:] “Go now, while you have the light. The hunters are not far behind.”

Calen waves back at the Skin Changer as they leave in the ponies who waves back before transforming.

The company rides rapidly across the land, slowing to a stop as they approach a looming, gloomy-looking forest.

Gandalf dismounts and walks into the edge of the forest through an ancient archway.

[Gandalf:] “The Elven Gate.”

Gandalf turns and calls to the others.

[Gandalf:] “Here lies our path through Mirkwood.”

Calen eyes widen to the size of sourcers as she looks at the gate into Mirkwood.

Her mouth is wife open as she takes in every detail of the gate,"Wow" she gasps smiling.

[Dwalin:] “No sign of the Orcs. We have luck on our side.”

Dwalin dismounts. Gandalf squints as he sees something in the distance; it is Beorn, in his bear-form, watching them from a distant ridge.

[Gandalf:] “Set the ponies loose. Let them return to their master.”

The dwarves, Calen and Bilbo dismount and begin taking their supplies off the ponies. Bilbo approaches the forest on foot.

With Calen walking behind him.

[Bilbo:] “This forest feels...sick, as if a disease lies upon it. Is there no way around?”

[Gandalf:] “Not unless we go two hundred miles north, or twice that distance south.”

Gandalf follows a path a few feet further into the shadows and approaches a plant-covered statue.

At the same time, Bilbo, who is standing by himself, reaches into his pocket and, after some internal conflict, slowly pulls out the Ring and fingers it.