AN: Watched the Hobbit movie and decided I was going to try my hand at this, let me know what you think!

I don't own anything affiliated with the Hobbit, LOTR, just my characters!

"So comes snow after fire, and even dragons have their endings."
-The Hobbit

Thorin, and what was left of the dwarves, wandered for years seeking help from those that would aide them in their quest for Erebor. Even with the princes' deep seeded hatred of the elves, he had heard many tales and rumors of the mysterious snow elves that dwelled high in the mountains, away from the chaos of the world. Did they know of the quarrels below, or did they care at all?

Balin rode beside Thorin and said with a small chuckle "Have you grown do desperate, that you go out seeking myths and legends? I heard they were wiped out many moons ago. This could be another dead end. You have given us a good life Thorin…isn't that enough?"

Thorin regarded him and replied "No, it'll never be enough till I can restore our kingdom to us, this life isn't the life for us."

He cut the conversation short, and rode on ahead of the group, leaving Balin shaking his head and riding out against the storm. Thorin was proud, and stubborn like his father's before him. Balin constantly worried that his pride, and his rage against the dragon, and the elves would destroy him before they got to Erebor.

Bofur shouted over the wind to the rest of the dwarves "I see light ahead, the storm is getting worse, we better get a move on!"

The dwarves urged their ponies forward, they were reluctant and startled, so the trip up the steep mountain seemed to take hours, the snow beat against their faces and tore the very warmth from their bones. The dwarf party was on the verge of collapse, and when it seemed all hope had failed, a scout astride a large, white bear spotted them.

The armored scout took out a horn, and blew on it sending a message to the other scouts, warning them of the group that was making a feeble attempt up their mountain. More scouts arrived astride the bears, and led the dwarves towards a cave that seemed to be carved into the mountain, unnaturally or not, the group was glad to be pulled to safety.

The tallest of the scouts removed his helm, revealing his dark, black hair (uncommon in the elf race), long, pointed ears, and a face untouched by the pendulum of time. He replied in the common tongue " I am a scout and emissary known as Thare from the Kingdom of Lunar-Hold, have you come seeking aide? I must know before I take you further to meet the Queen."

Thorin glared at him through his brows, Balin answered for him " Yes, we come seeking aide and council from you, we are-"

The dark haired scout replied "I know who you are, our Queen has been watching you for sometime, she sent us out to meet you, Follow me if you will."

Thorin did not move, and neither did some of the others, making Thare reply with a small smile "Fine, let your stubbornness freeze you and your men to death, the snow can be treacherous, and there are many wild beasts about.."

The twins Fili and Kili followed Balin, hoping to remove the cold from their bones that seemed to wedge in the joints and freeze their blood. The rest followed suite, with a reluctant Thorin on the end.

Kili, the curiouser of the two, asked "Emissary Thare, the snow elves seem to be a willowy race, how do you keep so warm, if you don't mind my asking?"

Balin gave him an elbow, only making Thare's icy expression melt a little " Young one, the polar bears we ride upon provide a warmth, and a multitude of their fur provide the same warmth, does that answer your question?"

The bear snorted for emphasis, making the young ones jump. The only other animal they have seen of the same girth were the wargs the orcs and goblins rode upon. The tunnels made them nervous, but they were carved beautifully, and sparkled like diamonds. Torch sconces of green and blue fire illuminated the way, highlighting the hollows of the snow elves cheeks, give them a haunted look.

They finally stopped at a large door, lit up by the moon that washed in through a small grate in the ceiling. Thare took out his sword, and put the tip of it in the top of the door, it lit up the crack. Glowing runes appeared on the door, and seemed to split in half, opening up to a large hall; a roaring fire in the middle. Some of the dwarves lost their frowns at the feeling of warmth at last. Two large rows of dining tables were covered in a large buffet of food, making their stomachs growl, they couldn't remember the last time they ate any food other than travel food.

Before they could rush in Thare turned to them and said in a cold tone "The Queen is taking a huge risk here exposing our race to you, we haven't had many guests due to their blabbering. I respectfully suggest that you prouder dwarves hold your tongue, and your more uproarious merry making till you are no longer in the presence of our queen. Pick someone to represent you and leave it at that, Lady Nimue is waiting for you in the dining hall, one of our stable hands will take care of your ponies, leave your things by the door, and those will be sent to your rooms. Are we clear on all this?"

Before Thorin could voice his disapproval Balin, the more level-headed of the dwarves answered with a deep bow "We humbly accept, and will do as you ask. I will speak for the dwarves Emissary Thare."

Thare nodded, and led them to the vast dining hall. Everything shined, like the ice outside, yet the heat gave away the fact that everything seemed to be made of marble, and another material unfamiliar to them, and being dwarves they knew just about every kind of mineral their was.

The Erebor dwarves sat at the dining table, and began to dig in, only for Thare to clear his throat, and shake his head at them. They all groaned, receiving several dirty looks from the elves around them. The Emissary blocked their view of Lady Nimue, and tried hard to listen to what he was whispering to her.

Finally, after a few minutes, Thare stepped to the left side of the massive throne and announced loudly to the whole dining hall "I present to you, Queen Nimue Valisilwen, Ruler of the Lunar-hold, and the Kingdoms of Cirelondiel, Fareryniel, and Ithielethiel, Hile Nimue!"

The court sounded "Hile Nimue!"

Lady Nimue stood before the hall, formidable and silent. She was adorned in a white dress, lined with fur, and hugged her willowy body close. It billowed down into a train that dragged on the floor, a crown adorned with snow flakes rested gently on her head. But what stood out the most to the dwarves, was her alabaster skin, and cerulean blue eyes, that looked right through them, and hardened any chill that was left within them.

She spoke, her voice soft, like the feathers of a dove tickling their snow-blown faces "Êl síla erin lû e-govaned vîn (A star shines over the time of our meeting)…Come my friends, enough of the formalities, eat for you are weary from your travels, spiced mead are in the silver chalices before you. We can discuss business after you have rested. Tell me, who speaks for you?"

Balin stood, and bowed respectfully "Lady Nimue, I am Balin. I have served Thorin and his father's before him. We come seeking aide and succor from you and your people. I am afraid we haven't been shown much kindness in our travels, and we thank you for you hospitality."

Lady Nimue bowed her head and gave a heart warming smile " Gi nathlam hí (You are welcome here)…You traveled a long way for just aide and succor, but that will be discussed later as promised. Come, fill your bellies and drink away the cold. My brother Durion, should be joining us soon. Which one of you is Thorin Oakenshield?"

For a time, none of the dwarves replied, Balin answered again "Milady, it is best if I only address you, out of respect for your delicacies and such."

Nimue bowed her head again "Very well, let me know when you are ready to seek council, no rush. You may stay as long as you like."

She seated herself again, but the court was rudely interrupted by a surly voice "What are these people doing here, I demand to know at once!"

A sallow faced elf came charging in, a cloaked one following close behind, rushing to Nimue hastily, making Thare and the other guard unsheathe their swords " Durion, you maybe the prince of Lunar-Hold, but Nimue is the queen and will be addressed as such, as for you Mornenion, slither back from the crags you came from and don't you dare approach, or your head rolls upon the ground."

Nimue stood, and shouted " We shall not engage this way in front of guests, everyone just sit and let out new friends eat in peace!, Mornenion, you are dismissed-"

The Elf wizard replied "You have not the authority to dismiss me, for I do not serve you, but Durion."

Thare, with inhuman speed, held the blade to his throat and said darkly " Dôl gîn lost (Your head is empty)…Everyone serves Nimue, slither away or this ends now, I only tolerate you because of Lady Nimue's orders. Next time, she won't be here to save you…"

With a deep bow, the surly wizard back away, with an awful grimace on his face. Obviously showing his hatred of the rest of the court. Nimue turned to her brother who was now seated and replied tartly "These are my guests, Thorin Oakenshield and Company, they are my guests and will be treated as such. Anymore upsets and rash action will be taken. Now, be silent."

Lady Nimue slumped lightly and rubbed her temples, her alabaster forehead crinkled a little and she spoke to Thare quietly "Nidh, Goheno nin…An ngell nin, Boe I waen, Edraith enni, Le fael." ( Ouch, Forgive me…please I must go, save me…thank you.)

Thare responded "Hiril Vuin, Odulen an edraith anlen. (My lady, I am here to save you)

Thare addressed the court in the common tongue "My lady is tired, rest tonight and she will address you at first light."

Thorin stood to object when he heard a voice in his head "Do not worry Prince Thorin Oakenshield, I will help you, rest now for you are so weary, I can feel it in your bones, your heart aches and I will heal that ache."

Balin whispered to Thorin "We are lucky we got this far, she seems generous enough so please, for your father's sake hold your tongue, and let us rest for the old dwarf is tired…"

AN: Review and subscribe please, btw the Elvish is a rough translation!