I obviously don't own this…I don't even know why I bother to put that. I made this for my friend Moose. If she likes it then I'll keep going. I'm huge into LotR/Hobbit and love it to death! We wanted to make a story about two characters that live in Middle Earth so I started. For time-line wise, this is after the Hobbit and before the LotR. I will most likely be in bookverse but I might bounce in between. Hope you like it Moose.

Chapter One: Daila Took, a believer.

If you asked someone in Middle Earth what a elf was, you would get a bunch of different answers. If you asked a dwarf, he would most likely tell you they were evil and swear in his own language at the elves.

If you ask a man he would either say that elves were allies to men or he would call them evil and curse under his breath like the dwarf.

But if you were to ask a Hobbit! Well. You would get quite the storys!

Some would say they are only legend and think nothing more. Some would claim to have seen an elf in the nearby trees and would always look for more. But most hobbits would call them real and just be happy never encountering one but reading about them in their books of lore.

But if you asked a certain she-Hobbit what she thought about elves, you would get a different response.

"I believe in elves. I know their real." She would say, "I believe that they are always watching from the trees, like angles. I believe that, though they might have had their histories of trouble, they are kind and gentle creatures. And I do hope one day to meet one!"

That was what set Daila Took apart from other Hobbits. She, of course being a Took, was always getting into trouble and always was ready for adventure to come knocking at her door like she had heard happened to old over at Bagend.

had told her his adventures with a certain group of thirteen dwarves when she was still a girl, and ever since that day, Daila has never been the same. But although Daila was always ready, and looking, for adventure she never seemed to be able to find it. Until one day…

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Daila Took was around the age of 15 or so. She still lived in her little home in the Shire with her Da, Mum, and older brother, Daino. She had was a young, attractive Hobbit with her black hair and perfect figure. She was full of charm and wit and well loved by her family and her friends.

The majority of her 15 year old life was filled with chores and gardening. Her Da and her brother worked at the mill and her Mum was home with her taking care of many things and often needed Daila's help.

But on the occasion, when she managed to finish every thing needed, before night fall and before her Da and brothers return, she would often walk about the woods not far off from her Hobbit hole. She would walk under the trees and wish they could talk, but they never did. She would do her best to be as silent as ever when she walked, but wasn't always so good at it. She would try to climb trees that she could reach the branches in, and would fall coming back down. She would see a deer or rabbit or an animal of the like and would try and get as close as possible in order to touch it, and would scare them off. Most of the time she wouldn't get discouraged by these things, and would just keep trying.

But tonight was different than the rest. She didn't go into the woods because she got her chores done, or because her Da and brother weren't home, or because it wasn't dark out. It was for a quiet place to cry after her and Daino had gotten into a fight. Her brother had found things of hers in her room that stated that she still believed that elves were not only real, but nice. To summarize, her brother had told her she was to old to believe in silly tales. She left in tears and wandered in the woods for hours.